Next to the Amehuzil Market in the Royal Palace of Bahanna, there were crowds of onlookers.
Just now, Prince Alves brought his entourage and his personal soldiers to paste the newly issued edict of His Majesty the King on the red brick wall next to the market. Since the beginning of the city of Bahanna, this dark red brick wall has been
It has always been used to post edicts issued by the palace.
As for why this brick wall is red, no one knows it. Perhaps it is the blood of the death row prisoner?
The people have become accustomed to surrounding the brick walls and see what new regulations His Majesty the King has issued. Their grandfather is waiting in the market full of sweat and smelly smell, straightening his neck and looking forward to the lines.
Find some favorable information.
This action is also seen in the death row prisoners who are about to be executed in the downtown area. Usually, the robbers, habitual bandits, and thieves who are guilty of being extremely guilty will be pressed by warriors to the market, stretch their necks, and wait for beheading. Such a ridiculous action is like a Persian giant
Fat Goose. According to the words of King Ashiranda, they angered the vulcan god Ahu Lamezda and will accept the judgment and punishment of the gods!
However, time has changed to the present, and the name of the god has been replaced by Allah, and the rest of the things have been kept intact.
"I said Huyer, what is the word in this edict? How do I think everyone is depressed and depressed?" A Lite spice merchant squeezed over his shoulders and stepped on the foot of his feet.
Finally, he waded through the vast sea of people and came to his friend Huyle.
The vendor called Huyer snorted coldly and said, "What else can I enforce the tax? I'll increase the tax. Since the cannibals entered this area, various taxes have been put into practice in different ways.
Some of them are targeted at our merchants. Don’t you think we are unarmed fat geese are easy to bully?”
"Why are the taxes being increased? Didn't it be increased by half a month ago?" The Sogdian businessman was anxiously oozing out of sweat beads of beans on his forehead, and he pulled Huyle's collar and asked anxiously. The tax system took only one day.
In the same way, will people still let people live? If this continues, everyone will no longer have to do business. If they go to beg along the street, they will never charge taxes, right?
"Abdul, please let go!" Huyer struggled for a long time before fleeing Abdul's thick and powerful palms, gasping for breath.
"I...sorry, I'm too anxious." Abdul lowered his head in shame and apologized to his friend.
"Forget it, it's actually hard to feel this matter on anyone!" Huyle raised his eyebrows and vented his dissatisfaction.
"It's all the fault of the preacher Nasser. If he hadn't come to the city of Bahan, how comfortable we would have been. Now, the new tax has emerged every few days, but it's only aimed at us merchants.
!Do the money earned by merchants are dirty? Should merchants throw the silver coins they have worked hard into the missionary's cloth pocket?"
Huyle waved his arms, and became more and more excited as he spoke, attracting the people around him to look at each other.
"Do you want to die? You dare to criticize Lord Nasser's policy!" Abdul hurriedly covered his friend's mouth and stopped him from making another shocking remark.
"Um! Um! Let go of me..." Huyer struggled to shake Abdul's palm and said, "Isn't what I said right? We were forced to change the name of Dashi and give up our own
Isn’t it because of religious belief?”
"Please, please, stop talking."
Abdul really didn't expect that his remarks would cause his friends to burst out, and he felt guilty. If it weren't for his stubbornness, Huyle wouldn't have had an emotional outburst and wouldn't have happened now.
"We still worship the supreme god Ahu Lamezda in our hearts, and we know what our nation is. But what after us, hundreds of years later? Our descendants, who speak great food and wear great food robes
, and worship Allah, who only knows what their nation is?"
Huyle sneered repeatedly. The blood-sucking devil never cared about the feeling of sacrifice. In their opinion, it was their honor to be able to serve as their own sacrifice. Killing people with a blunt knife is the most painful, and killing people with one knife wiped out their enterprising spirit.
, wipe out the hope of life with one knife!
Abdul hugged his head tightly, unable to bear to listen to his friends' congratulations anymore. He also knew about these things, but they are now live fish on the chopping board, and only those who are slaughtered, so what ability do they have to resist?
Fortunately, the guards of the palace did not hear Huyle's complaints. The people on the side looked at the two of them in surprise and turned their heads to read the words in front of them again.
"Let's go, go to your restaurant to take a break and see if you can squeeze out some more money!" Abdul sighed, and supported Huyer, who was somewhat exhausted, and kicked out of the crowd.
Crush out.
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The tavern opened by Huyer is located in the southwest corner of Bahanna City.
It is said that it is a wine shop, but sometimes it may be a business in an inn. However, the relationship between the Cannibal and the Tang Dynasty has been tense recently, and there are fewer caravans coming to this line. Sometimes, Huyer really envies those businessmen. Although he is on the journey
It is harder, but you can choose the life you want. Unlike the land merchants like them, if they leave this sky, this land will be useless and have nothing.
"According to the zakat tax, we have to hand over 30% of the money collected to the palace." Huyer sighed and truthfully reported the new tax system to his friend.
Abdul subconsciously moved his butt back and said in a trembling voice: "Three...30%? Our income is not all profit. We are levied at this tax rate. Will we still give us a way out?"
Now he finally understood why Huyle was so out of control. This tax rate had completely exceeded their tolerance and was completely exploding blood!
"In my opinion, you are doing a spice business, which is always more flexible than me. You might as well take advantage of most of the materials accumulated in the warehouse, leaving some capital and materials to go east to try your luck!"
After Huyle calmed down, he began to give advice for his friends. He did business in inns and restaurants, so he could not move. However, his friends did a spice business. Instead of waiting for the spices from merchants here, it was better to go back to merchants by himself.
The east side is trying to survive.
"East, east?" Abdul did not react for a moment and spoke in his own words.
"Yes, go to Anxi, go to Datang! I heard that there has not been any attack from the great cannibals. Tian Khan and Dadu treat merchants very well. Although they also charge heavy taxes, they will not be twice a day.
We have increased taxes and changed taxes, so that everyone has a mirror in their hearts!”
Huyer's face gradually became gentle, and when he mentioned the words "Dang Tang", he revealed a natural yearning.
"But, but if you are caught by a cannibal, you will..." Abdul couldn't help but fight a cold war when he thought of the cruel methods of the cannibal's treatment of spies. If he had been set up on the road
The cannibal was caught as a spy, and he would probably be tortured to death!
"After going east, there is still a glimmer of hope. If you continue to stay here, you can only wait for death!" Huyer sighed: "Now His Majesty the King has been bewitched by the demon Nasser, and the holy god of vulcan Ahu Lamezda has also been
What else can bless us with a ban?"
"Why......"
Abdul shook his head helplessly and sighed.
Suddenly, a burst of rapid footsteps sounded outside the door, and Abdul immediately became alert. Could it be that the guards of the palace reported what Huyer said to Nasser, and now this charlatan is sending people to capture Huyer?
"Hurry, come to the store to hide!" Abdul subconsciously pushed his friend into the store. This was caused by him. He must not watch his friend be arrested and jailed.
"The blessing of Allah is on you! Do you have any guest rooms in your store?"
A respectful inquiry dispelled Abdul's doubts, and Huyle also breathed a sigh of relief.
"The blessing of Allah is also on you!" Although the other party's voice had a strong nasal and nomadic accent, Huyer still responded loudly in the most popular big phonics. In this river area, almost everyone would say
One or two big phonic words is not surprising at all.
Huyle walked closer and opened the wooden door, and a thin Turkic man appeared in front of him.
"My friend and I came to Bakhan City but there was no place to live. I hope the store can provide convenience!"
The Turkic people in front of them were polite and not like those Turkic mercenaries who had developed limbs and were simple in their brains and knew how to rush around.
Huyle had a good impression of him and said with a smile: "Of course, how many of your friends are there? My shop can accommodate hundreds of guests."
"We have thirty or forty brothers, and I wish to share with you the blessing of Allah!" The Turkic man bowed with one hand and smiled in his eyes.
Although he knew that the other party had no malice, he still felt a little awkward. After all, the other party was talking about the big food that he hated very much, and he kept holding the cannibalism Allah.
Although he thought so, Huyle's cheek was still full of smiles. "Please come in quickly, the backyard is a suite, and one room can accommodate five or six people." Since the generation of Bahan began to collect heavy taxes, business dealers who have been dealing with each other have been charged with heavy taxes.
There was much less. Without enough abortion, Huyle's business naturally became cold. He was worried that there was not enough money to pay the zakat tax, so many fat geese came to him!
Following the Turks were thirty or forty merchants wearing white robes, which made Huyer slightly dissatisfied. However, after a little glance, he found that the group of vendors were not big cannibals at all.
Even though they were covered with the most authentic kraft headscarf, they could still see a clue through their eyes!
"Allah is with you, please come in!" Huyer knows what he should say for so many years.
As for the identity of this group of people, what does it have to do with him? As long as these people can bring him silver coins with silver, they will be their best friend!