Chapter 60: Bad Guys Come to the Door, Let Guo An (Zhong)

"Don't run, the poem hasn't been memorized half yet!" Unexplained by Zijuan's actions, Zhang Qian chased after him for a few steps and shouted loudly.

Zijuan didn't have the courage to turn around, and her legs were more anxious, and she had already entered the back hall in a blink of an eye. Seeing this, Zhang Qian felt more and more confused. When he was a part-time tutor, he taught some children who didn't like to study, but none of them, like Zijuan, "strike" on the spot, and seemed to have suffered so much grievance...

He was a person who liked to get to the bottom of the matter and immediately frowned instinctively recalling the teaching process just now. So, the sentences in Mulan's words floated by his ears again. Immediately, he suddenly realized and instantly felt that his ears began to get hot.

What is this little liar in his mind? No matter how precocious he is, he can't be so mature? It's really worth beating, it's so irritating!

However, he could not catch up and explain. Here, the "elder brother" is just a "brother" and cannot be overly associated. Otherwise, wouldn't it be regarded as a slightest attempt to cover up?!

Just as he was laughing and crying, the entrance of the moon gate leading to the front yard of the inner house poked out a big head wrapped in a thick bandage, looking around like a thief.

"Ren Butler, do you have something to do? Come in and talk if you have something to do?!" Zhang Qian immediately didn't care about thinking about the true meaning of "Mulan Ci" again, and glared at the moon gate fiercely, giving orders angrily.

"Hey, here, here!" Ren Quan, who had a bandage on his head, walked in with his body slanted. He stopped again from Zhang Qian, as if he was carrying a cold virus on his body. "The owner of the manor, a guest is here to visit!"

"What kind of guests? Just take them to the main hall and wait. You haven't gone to the construction site today, or have you dug it almost the same from the canal?!" Zhang Qian frowned again and responded casually.

"Yes, it's a group of Tubo people who came down from the plateau. They took the permits issued by the court to them to purchase documents, and wanted to buy the Liushen flower dew on our farm." Ren Quan smiled and bent his waist like a cooked shrimp. "When I was leading the tenants to dig a canal, I saw that they were looking for it. Seeing that there were many people and their faces were extremely vicious, I put down my plan and rushed back just in case!"

"The Tubo people still bring the purchase documents issued to them by the imperial court?" Zhang Qian was confused and asked casually, "Are the Tubo people fierce? Or are they very famous for doing business? In broad daylight, can they still dare to hold on to the open fire?"

Without waiting for Ren Quan to respond, he was shocked again, "How did they know that the Liushen Hualu was produced by our Zhuangzi? Ren Cong and Guo Nu have clearly not ordered the bottle back."

"It should be that I saw the sample at a noble family in Chang'an City, and then inquired all the way to find him." Ren Quan thought for a while and made a low judgment. "The customs and habits in Tubo are different from those in the Central Plains. It is obviously on our territory, and when doing business, I always want to follow their rules, so I often fight with others if I have a disagreement. It is not easy to hold on to the open fire, but after a conflict, the government is not easy to care about them because of their face!"

"Due to face, who is the face? A group of foreign tribes arrived in Chang'an of the Tang Dynasty and beat the people of the Tang Dynasty. The government did not care about it, and it was even less face-free. How could it be that indulged outsiders to bully their own people? Instead, it became a very long-faced thing?!" Zhang Qian's eyes quickly flashed in front of some scum from later plateaus, and he looked like a city in Xi'an, blurting out his mocking words.

There is no doubt that in the 21st century, most people in the plateau were kind and very obedient. But they couldn't resist the fact that rat shit jumped out and caused trouble. Although the number of rat shit was not large, it was very different from that of the people in the Central Plains because of their dress and language. It was easy for everyone to associate their personal behavior with the overall image of a group.

"What the government is, of course, it's better to have less trouble than to have more things. And the court just promised to marry a princess to the Tubo leader. The father-in-law was embarrassed to beat the son-in-law's follower at the door of his father-in-law!" Ren Quan hesitated for a moment, and his face was helpless.

"Marry a princess into Tubo?" Zhang Qian was stunned again when he heard it, and his eyes shone like lightning. "But the person who was named Princess Jincheng? The name she married was Chide Zuzan?"

After all, Zhang Qian can vaguely remember the allusion that Liberal Arts students and history teachers died early, and Zhang Qian can still vaguely remember the allusion of the Tang Dynasty's marriage with Tubo twice.

The first marriage was Princess Wencheng, who got married, which happened during the Zhenguan period. The second time was Princess Jincheng, which happened to be during the reign of Emperor Zhongzong of Tang. This year, it happened to be the third year of Shenlong, and the emperor in power happened to be Li Xian, the Emperor Zhongzong of Tang.

"Indeed, the emperor just added the title of Jincheng to the princess not long ago. The leader of the Tubo was indeed called De..." Ren Quan's voice came, which made Zhang Qian feel very relieved.

After so long in the Tang Dynasty, I finally got into the Tang Dynasty and met a major historical event in my memory with the real world. This feeling is like a lost traveler in the wild who suddenly saw a WiFi signal on his mobile phone screen! As long as he walks in the strongest direction of the signal, sooner or later, he will be able to return to human society!

However, Ren Quan's next words quickly disappeared, "The owner of the manor, they took the purchase permit documents issued by the court and did not do their business, which is definitely contrary to the government's intentions. But when doing business with them, you must be more careful. Those people have little knowledge and take out a handful of hay and dare to call them a treasure. If you look down on what they took out, just say it is not necessary. Don't tell them that the things they took out are worthless!"

"So that's how it is!" Zhang Qian suddenly realized. It seemed that rat shit was not only available in the 21st century, but also not very short in the eighth century. "Then what else do you come to report? Tell them directly, just don't have any goods?"

"There is a chief clerk named Zhu who came with them in the Dianke Office of the Honglu Temple." Ren Quan felt very wronged and bowed his hands and explained with a grievance. "I had already pushed it once, but the chief clerk named Zhu said that our Tang Dynasty is a country of etiquette and cannot neglect the guests. He insisted that the servant come in and ask the owner of the manor to go out to meet them in person!"

"Damn!" Hearing this, Zhang Qian immediately spoke a national curse. In the 21st century, there were a group of bitches who were full of diplomacy and were full of diplomacy. They helped outsiders bully their own people and were proud of them. Unexpectedly, when they returned to the eighth century, they were still like birds.

What about the heroic spirit of the Han and Tang dynasties? Those who offend our great power will be punished even if they are far away! From Li Shimin, Xu Shiji, Li Jing, and Wang Xuance, where did so many heroes bring the confidence to the Tang Dynasty? Why did some people start to lose their backs during the Zhongzong period?

"Master, you asked Guo Shaolangjun to inquire about the business of buying officials. You are indeed far-sighted. Before our Liushen Hualu business started, a minor official came to us. When you really make the business bigger in the future, you may not attract any wild boars and bears!" Obviously, Ren Quan was also very disgusted with the behavior of the chief clerk named Zhu, and followed Zhang Qian's words and added hatefully.

The chief clerk of the Dianke Office of Honglu Temple actually has no power to take charge of the local area. But the surname Zhu is all the same. Therefore, as a grass-roots person, Zhang Qian must not refuse to ask him to go out to meet the Tubo people. However, after meeting him, whether to do the other party's business or not is the final decision of his own.

Therefore, after making up the idea of ​​falling apart, Zhang Qian was slowing down in the study for a quarter of an hour. Then he ordered someone to change into a bright set of clothes and walked slowly to the front door of his yard.

The chief clerk named Zhu was already very impatient. When he heard the movement inside the door, he instinctively raised his face and prepared to give the master here a warning first. However, when he saw Zhang Qian's expensive outfit, he immediately decisively suppressed the anger in his stomach.

I saw this man took the initiative to step forward, bowed toward Chang'an City first, and then introduced himself with a smile: "I am the owner of the manor. I am the chief clerk of the Honglu Temple Dianke Office. Today I was ordered to lead the follower of the Tubo envoy Xixunre. Lala Wanwang Business Office (called Onion Ben) and his party bought gifts to the gods on their return journey, as well as gifts from the gods and the great princesses. Lalawang Business Officer has long heard of Guizhuang's specialty, a spice called Liushen Hualu. I think this thing is most suitable for worshiping the gods, so I asked Guizhuang how much stock there is, and he was going to buy them all and take them away!"

"It turns out that it is Zhu Zhuzhu. Caoren is in a bad mood. Forgive the guilt and forgive him!" Zhang Qian ignored the other party's words and just blocked his yard door with his body like receiving an ordinary guest, and bowed with a smile. "To be honest, this brother Lalawan came by unfortunately. The last two bottles of Liushen Flower Dew were given to a year-old friend of the elders in the family yesterday. At present, there is not even the medicinal materials to make this product in the village, let alone stock in the store!"

"No goods?" Unexpectedly, he brought to the Honglu Temple again, and brought up the gods and Tubo Zanpu again, but the other party didn't even want to quote a price. Zhu Zhubu felt very disappointed. He raised his eyes and asked in a deep voice: "How come there is no goods? Aren't you doing business? Who did the last two bottles? Can you send a servant to get them back?"

"Zhu Zhu's misunderstanding, the Liushen Hualu was just prepared and given to elders and friends for mosquitoes according to the secret recipe of the master. It has never been sold on the market. How can it be called a business?" Zhang Qian smiled politely and bowed to the other party, "And, I am following the ancestral teachings and studying to pass on the family, and I am not a businessman. As for the elder's family, whose surname is He, the first son of the early years. He lived in Chang'an City. If Zhuzhu Zhu thought Liushen Hualu, you must. You can write a letter and ask him if he gave it to others after he got it?"

"He Zhuangyuan, what are you talking about is Mr. He Taichang?" The chief clerk of Zhu trembled in his heart, and the hardness of his words instantly dropped to one-third of the original one. "How can I recover the gifts I have been given to Mr. He? I just helped Lala Wanwang business officer and asked casually. It's not that I want them, but you don't have them, so forget it!"

After saying that, he started to attack Zhang Qian again and was about to get up and leave quickly, and no longer wade into the muddy water in front of him. Unexpectedly, a Tubo official behind him strode forward: "It's gone, why don't you leave early or late? But when we came to buy it, we looked down on people, don't you? We give money, no matter how much it is, we won't lose you a penny!"

"Hu." There was a sweaty smell, and the body odor mixed with the smell of corpse skin without any salt. It rushed to Zhang Qian's mouth and nose. He made him take two steps back, and tears flowed down uncontrollably.

"Ah, Ah, Ah!" He quickly turned his body and sneezed twice, then took out a handkerchief with Liushen Hualu and wiped his nose a few times. He finally took a breath and bowed to the other party from a distance, "I'm rude, I'm rude. Recently, I felt a cold in the wind and coldness. In order to avoid spreading it to distinguished guests, I won't invite you to come in. Liushen Hualu is indeed gone. You might as well leave a address, stay here and prepare the next batch, and send someone to send you a few bottles to you, as a plea."

After saying that, he quickly covered his nose with a handkerchief and sneezed, so that the handkerchief could filter out the stench in the air and reduce the torture.

It wasn't that he deliberately neglected today, the smell on the other party's body was ten times more foul than when Guo Nu deliberately disgusted people. Moreover, the smell on Guo Nu's body was mainly caused by the secretion of sweat glands. As long as he did not deliberately ruin himself, applying some fume oil essence after taking a shower every day, it could be reduced by half. The business official named Lalawan outside the door is a complex of various foul smells, even if soaked in flower dew, it may not work. (Note: This foul-stealed businessman image has imitated the author's friend and the writer's more than half of the characters in the works. He has obtained his consent, so hereby note.)

"Feng Cold" Nalalawan's business officer was also frightened by Zhang Qian's sneezing sound and subsequent explanations. He instinctively moved his legs and retreated one after another.

In Tubo, which lacks medicinal materials and doctors, wind-cold is a big killer. Every year at the turn of autumn and winter and winter, there are countless nobles and people who die from infection with wind-cold. However, wind-cold is extremely contagious. Not to mention that the patient sneezes and sprays it, even if he says a few words face to face, he may be doomed.

However, even though he was afraid, he was still unwilling to give up a huge opportunity to make contributions. So, after retreating ten steps in succession, he tried hard to stand firm and bowed to Zhang Qian from afar, "Dare you asking, can the owner of the Zhang Manor Zhang do it earlier? The Liushen Hualu is indeed of great use to us when we respect the gods. Or, if you dare to ask, can you transfer the formula of Liushen Hualu? Lala Wanwang, Lala Wanwang is willing to pay enough price."

As he spoke, he took off a huge leather pocket from the war horse and poured out the stones, dried meat, bones, herbs, and gold nuggets inside. "These are jade, no worse than those in Hotan. These are tiger jobs. Stewing soup can make you night to the ten girls without any fatigue. These are the bones of snow leopards, which can strengthen muscles and bones and resist the cold wind. These are snow lotus, which can last forever after eating. And this, gold, the gods thrown in the river, is full of pure gold, at least five taels per piece, and can be given to you. As long as you take out the secret recipe and trade it!" Chapter 2 is sent, I wish you all happiness. The pseudonym has been changed back to the Drunkard. However, I am still a newbie at Qidian. Please support me.
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