The Amekhuzir market, next to the Bakhna Palace, was crowded with people watching.
Just now, His Royal Highness Prince Alves, with his retinue, posted His Majesty the King's newly issued edict on the red brick wall next to the market. Since the beginning of the construction of the city of Bahna, this dark red brick wall has been
It has been used to post edicts issued by the palace.
As for why this brick wall is red, no one knows. Maybe it is the blood of executed prisoners?
People have become accustomed to gathering around the brick wall to see what new regulations His Majesty the King has issued. This is how their grandfathers and grandfathers wait beside the sweat-smelling market, stretching their necks in anticipation.
I found some useful information among the lines.
This action is also seen on death row criminals who are about to be executed in the downtown area. Usually the most heinous robbers, habitual bandits, and thieves will be pressed to the side of the market by warriors, stretching their necks, waiting to be beheaded. Such a funny action, like a Persian giant
Fat Goose. According to King Asilanda, they have offended the fire god Ahura Mezda and will accept the god’s judgment and punishment!
However, time has turned to the present, the name of the god has been changed to Allah, and the rest of the things have remained intact.
"I said Hu Er, what is this edict written on? Why do I see that everyone has a half-dead and depressed expression?" A Lite spice merchant squeezed the shoulders and stepped on the soles of the feet.
, finally waded through the vast sea of people and came to the side of my friend Hu Yier.
The merchant named Hu Yier snorted coldly and said: "What else can it be like to raise taxes? Since the cannibals entered this land, various taxes have been implemented in different ways.
Some of them are aimed at us merchants, don’t you think we defenseless fat geese are easy to bully?”
"Why is there another tax increase? Wasn't it just half a month ago that the tax was increased?" The Sogdian businessman asked anxiously, with beads of sweat dripping from his forehead. He pulled Hu Yier's collar and asked. This tax system has changed in just one day.
The same thing, will it allow people to live? If this continues, everyone will no longer have to do business, and they will not be taxed if they go begging on the street, right?
"Abdul, please loosen up!" Huil struggled for a long time before escaping from Abdul's thick and powerful hands, gasping for air.
"I...I'm sorry, I was too anxious." Abdul lowered his head in shame and apologized to his friend.
"Forget it, in fact, no one can bear this matter!" Hu Yier raised his eyebrows and vented his dissatisfaction.
"It's all the fault of that missionary Nasser. If he hadn't come to the city of Bakhna, our life would have been so comfortable. Now it's better. New taxes are popping up every two days, and they only target us businessmen.
!Is the money earned by businessmen dirty? Do businessmen deserve to put the silver coins they have earned so hard into the pockets of missionaries?"
Hu Yier waved his arms, becoming more and more excited as he spoke, attracting side glances from the people around him.
"Are you desperate for your life? You dare to criticize Lord Nasser's policy!" Abdul quickly covered his friend's mouth to stop him from making any more shocking remarks.
"Uh! Uh! Let go of me..." Huil struggled to throw away Abdul's palm and said: "Isn't what I said right? We were forced to change our names and give up our own
Isn’t religious belief just because of that madman?”
"Please, please, please, stop talking."
Abdul really didn't expect that his remarks would cause his friends to explode, and he felt guilty. If it weren't for his stubbornness, Huil would not have an emotional outburst, and nothing would happen now.
"We still worship Ahura Mezda, the supreme fire god, in our hearts now, and we still know what our nation is. But what about us after that, a few years from now? Our descendants, they speak Dashi words and wear Dashi robes,
In the service of Allah, who only drinks blood, do they still know what their own nation is?”
Hu Yier sneered again and again, blood-sucking devils never care about the feeling of sacrifice. In their view, it is their honor to have these animals as their own sacrifices.\/\/ .\/\/Blunt knives are the best way to kill people.
Pain, one blade at a time wipes out people's ambition, one blade at a time wipes out the hope of life!
Abdul held his head tightly and couldn't bear to listen to his friend's words anymore. How could he not know these things? It's just that they were living fish on the chopping board and had only been slaughtered, so how could they resist?
Fortunately, the guards of the palace did not hear Hu Yier's complaints. The people on the side cast a surprised look at the two and then turned their heads to read what was in front of them again.
"Let's go, let's go to your wine shop to have a rest and see if we can squeeze out some more money!" Abdul sighed, and supported Hu Yier, who was somewhat exhausted, toward the outside of the crowd.
Squeeze away.
...
...
The wine shop opened by Huil is located in the southwest corner of the city of Bakhna.
It is said to be a wine shop, but it also occasionally operates as an inn. However, the relationship between the Great Eaters and the Tang Dynasty has been tense recently, and there are many fewer caravans coming to this line. Sometimes, Hu Yier really envies those merchants. Although during the journey
It's a bit harder, but you can choose the life you want. Unlike land merchants like them, this land will be useless and have nothing if you leave this land.
"According to Zakat tax, we have to give 30% of the money collected to the palace." Huil sighed and informed his friends of the new tax system truthfully.
Abdul subconsciously moved his butt back and said in a trembling voice: "Thirty...thirty percent? Our income is not all profits. If we are levied at this tax rate, will it still give us a way to survive?"
Now he finally understands why Hu Yier is so out of control. This tax rate is completely beyond their tolerance, and it is completely draining their blood!
"In my opinion, you are in the spice business, so you are more flexible than me. You might as well sell most of the materials accumulated in the warehouse, leaving some capital and materials to try your luck in the east!"
After Hu Er calmed down, he began to make suggestions for his friend. He was in the business of inns and wine shops, and he couldn't move it. But his friend was in the spice business. Instead of waiting here to collect the spices from the merchants, he might as well go back to the merchants himself.
Looking for a way to survive in the east.
"East, east?" Abdul didn't react for a moment and kept mumbling.
"Yes, go to Anxi, go to Datang! I heard that there has not yet been invaded by the cannibals. The Tian Khan and the Great Protector are very kind to the merchants. Although they also charge heavy taxes, they don't do it every day.
Increase taxes and change taxes, so that everyone can have a mirror in their hearts!"
Hu Yier's face gradually became gentle, and when he looked into Datang's eyes, he revealed a spontaneous yearning.
"But, but if he is caught by the big eater, he will..." Abdul couldn't help but shuddered when he thought of the cruel way the big eater treated his spies. If he was blocked on the road,
If the big cannibal is caught as a spy, he will probably be tortured to death!
"At least there is a glimmer of hope to go to the east. If you continue to stay here, you can only wait for death!" Huil sighed: "Now His Majesty the King has been bewitched by the demon Nasser, and the sacred God of Fire Ahura Mezda has also been bewitched.
With the ban, what else can protect us?”
"Why......"
Abdul shook his head helplessly and sighed.
Suddenly there was a rush of footsteps outside the door, and Abdul immediately became alert. Could it be that the guards of the palace reported what Huil said to Nasser, and now this magician is sending people to arrest Huil?
"Quick, hurry up and hide in the store!" Abdul subconsciously pushed his friend towards the store. This incident was caused by him, and he could never watch his friend being arrested and taken to jail.
"The blessings of Allah be upon you! Does your hotel have any guest rooms?"
A respectful inquiry dispelled Abdul's doubts, and Huil also let out a sigh of relief.
"The blessings of Allah are also on you!" Although the other party's voice had a strong nasal sound and nomadic accent, Huil still responded loudly in the most popular dialect. In this area of the river, almost everyone can say it
One or two big food sayings are not surprising at all.
Huil walked closer and opened the wooden door, and a thin Turkic man appeared in front of him.
"My friends and I came to the city of Bakhan but had no place to stay. I hope the store can be convenient!"
The Turks in front of me were polite and polite, completely unlike those Turkic mercenaries with well-developed limbs and simple brains who only knew how to run rampant.
Hu Yier was very impressed by him and said with a smile: "Of course. How many friends do you have? My shop can accommodate all the guests."
"We have thirty or forty brothers, and we are willing to share Allah's blessings with you!" The Turks saluted with one hand on their shoulders, with a smile always in their eyes.
Although he knew that the other party did not mean any harm, he still felt a little awkward. After all, the other party was talking about the food that he hated very much, and he was still talking about the man-eating Allah.
Although he thought so in his heart, Hu Yier's cheeks were still full of smiles. "Please come in quickly. There is a suite in the backyard, and one room can accommodate five or six people." Since the generation of Bukhan began to charge heavy taxes, merchants came and went.
A lot less. Without enough people, Hu Yier's business naturally dwindled down. He was worried that he didn't have enough money to pay Zakat tax, so there were so many fat geese coming to his door!
Behind the Turks were thirty or forty merchants wearing white robes of cannibals, which made Huil a little dissatisfied. However, after taking a closer look, he found that these merchants were not cannibals at all.
Even though they were wearing the most authentic Gebu turbans, you could still see a clue through their eyes!
"Allah is with you, please come in quickly!" After doing business for so many years, Huil certainly knows what to say.
As for the identity of this group of people, what does it matter to him? As long as these people can bring him shining silver coins, they are his best friends!