Only the little monster was still giggling, gesturing clumsily with a pair of chubby hands, and mumbling, as if she thought Song Yang had done a good job hiding and asked him to do it again. The barbarian female leader showed a wry smile and left.
Step forward and point to the various dyes scattered on the ground: "Yellow, the sun, I wish you eternal warmth; green, grass and trees, wish you eternal health; white, skylark, wish you eternal happiness; blue..."
The nine colors are the nine blessings, which are the most solemn welcome ceremony of Shanxi Barbarians. Song Yang finally understood: "When ordinary people come, you are not too shy, right?"
"Yes!" The barbarian girl answered decisively, and most people would not be shy.
Song Yang smiled and didn't take it seriously: "Thank you very much for your kindness. I promise not to hide away next time you come again."
With a bang, an old woman threw away the empty bucket in her hand, looked at Song Yang, her eyes full of hostility, and spoke hoarsely in Chinese: "Blessings come from us, but good luck comes from the mountain god.
Come. You hid away, rejected all good luck, and were left with only bad luck. You took the cold, disease, pain, rot...turn around and walk away."
Song Yang frowned, feeling angry and funny in his heart. But this is the custom of Shanxi barbarians, which makes no sense. People who cannot be touched by all kinds of blessings symbolize bad luck.
At this time, the barbarian female leader yelled in a low voice in barbarian language, interrupting the nagging old woman. Then the barbarian girl's face returned to a smile, and she made a 'please come into the camp' gesture to Song Yang.
Song Yang was not that ignorant. He shook his head and said with a smile: "I came here for nothing else. I just came to see the little girl. I miss her after not seeing her for two years. I just see that she is fine. There is no need to go in."
The temperament of the barbarian female leader is more bold and bold than all the tribesmen: "The Han people do not believe in my mountain god, and my mountain god will not force anything from you." After saying this, she loudly said a few words to her fellow tribesmen in barbarian language.
, which must be the general meaning. Then she simply walked forward and took Song Yang's wrist: "Let's go in, eat meat and drink wine!"
The barbarian girl had made numerous meritorious deeds and had a high prestige within the clan. As soon as she spoke, most of the barbarians put on their smiles again, and the noisy and unpleasant festive tunes sounded again, but compared to the initial atmosphere, it always seemed a little thin.
Song Yang himself was also quite embarrassed. He followed the barbarian girl and pretended to tease the little monster. The little monster was dark and fat. He kept turning his little wrist at Song Yang, and her meaning changed.
I can only understand: it was so beautiful to fly just now, let’s fly one more, and one more.
Not long after Song Yang immersed himself in the camp, he smelled a strange aroma.
It is richer than flowers or spices. It can even be described as enchanting. It enters the body from the tip of the nose, making people want to take a deep breath and want to absorb all this seductive smell into the body...what?
The taste is so sweet?
Seeing Song Yang's surprised expression, the barbarian girl smiled and said nothing for the time being. She led Song Yang all the way to her treehouse and then passed on the order. The barbarians brought wine and barbecue. The huge camp suddenly became lively and there was wine.
After drinking and eating, everyone forgot about the embarrassing things before. Song Yang did not give up the hypocritical politeness. He was in a hurry for the past two days, sleeping in the open air, and his stomach was never full.
But at this time, he missed Ren Xiaoqiao a little. He always felt unsatisfied without that guy when he was eating and drinking.
After eating and drinking, the barbarian female leader gave some instructions to her subordinates. After a while, a barbarian held a long box and a clay jar and presented it to them with a smile. The barbarian girl took the clay jar first and handed it to them.
Song Yang.
Song Yang took a look and saw a jar full of black and green ointment. The barbarian girl sitting next to him stretched out his fingers to apply a little from it, and then put it in his mouth. His face was calm and he looked enjoying it. After half a cup of tea,
After a while, she came back to her senses and signaled Song Yang to have a taste too.
Song Yang would never admit anything that he didn't know the details of. He smiled and shook his head to reject the barbarian girl's kindness.
The barbarian girl smiled and didn't force herself. She stretched out her hand and applied a little bit, fed it into the little monster's mouth, and then said: "This ointment is a good thing. If you don't want to eat it, you can also light it up and smoke it. You must
I want to give it a try." After saying that, he opened the long box and took out a long tube with a strange style. The next series of actions completely surprised Song Yang!
She lit a small fire lamp, put some ointment on the fire seat, and leaned close to the "long pipe" to smoke the green smoke. The barbarian leader's eyes quickly became distracted, and the other barbarians sitting beside her also showed greed and desire.
With an expression on his face, he loudly greeted his fellow tribesmen, and took out his own 'balm' and 'long tube'... Inside the tree tower, a strange fragrance floated.
Even the little monsters became teary-eyed and started yawning one after another.
Song Yang really felt a buzzing sound in his head!
Yes, there are rice, wheat, pine and poplar in this world, and of course poppy. From poppy to opium paste, it is just two simple baking and refining steps. Song Yang finally understood his previous doubts, why two years ago
The barbarian warriors who were still capable and strong would become weak and exhausted... With a crisp sound, Song Yang knocked over the smoke paste and fire lamp with his hand.
It has nothing to do with nobility, nothing to do with justice, nothing to do with enlightenment, just two words: knowing shame.
When Song Yang meets his enemy, he will do whatever it takes, but he will not induce the enemy to become addicted to opium. This is shame.
The hatred for opium has been planted deep in the bone marrow since childhood. Not to mention this group of Shanxi barbarians who have some connections, even if an unknown passerby is playing with a pipe, Song Yang will step forward and kick him over.
The little monster cried loudly.
Different from those powerful drugs that induce souls and kill people more than a thousand years later, opium is much less powerful. When taking it, it usually does not completely fall into psychedelic state. The barbarian girl is still half awake. Seeing Song Yang suddenly turning his back, her
Looking confused: "Why?"
As he said this, he chuckled uncontrollably.
Not only her, but also many barbarians were wondering and laughing at the same time, as if Song Yang was very interesting and interesting.
Song Yang's face was ugly, but he wasn't angry. He just hated this kind of thing. He reached out to help the barbarian girl who was lying on the seat, and pointed to the tobacco paste scattered on the ground: "Where did this thing come from?"
Eighteen months ago, another huge caravan from the Burmese and Thai barbarians from the southwest passed through the Shanxi barbarian territory, but they were unlucky and encountered a rare 'Titan bird' with more than a hundred heads.
'A large group of people attacked, and no one was spared. Shanxi was so happy to pick up their goods... tobacco paste, cigarette lamps, and pipes.
As for where those Burmese and Thai barbarians would send the "goods" and who they would sell them to, Shanxi Barbarians had no idea. Song Yang smiled bitterly in his heart, selling opium, don't you think it's too early? It's almost a thousand years early.
All in all, Shanxi Man had been smoking opium for a year and a half. However, the size of the destroyed caravan was astonishing, and the tobacco paste it carried was enough for Shanxi Man to use for more than ten years.
Song Yang said seriously to the barbarian girl: "You can no longer eat this thing, let alone smoke it. It is poisonous and harmful to the body."
But how could a barbarian girl believe it? How could she give up this feeling of living immortality at will? Even if Song Yang told her that her people had deteriorated and had been harmed, she still shook her head and kept pushing the pipe in front of Song Yang.
Hand: "Try it, take a bite, it's really good."
Song Yang's eyes flickered, thinking about the chances that he would find the place where the smoke cream was stored and set it on fire to burn it, but in the end he gave up the idea. Let's just talk about the process... 'Dragon Bird Knife'
Be it "Longque Bang" or "Dragon Bird Boom", they are both rare and overbearing techniques. They can hurt people as soon as they are used, and even he himself has difficulty controlling them. If he really wants to set fire to the opium, he will have to kill on a large scale.
Song Yang reached out and hugged the little monster who was still crying, and said to the barbarian girl: "At least, promise me one thing, don't let the dolls touch this kind of thing."
The barbarian girl laughed playfully, obviously not taking it to heart.
Song Yang sighed secretly, gathered some smoke paste from the broken clay pot on the ground, and left without staying any longer.
Barbarian Girl hadn't had enough of smoking, but she still stood up and kept sending him out of the nest... Shanxi Man was direct and simple, but he was not a fool. Barbarian Girl saw Song Yang's displeasure and felt in her heart that this person
I'm afraid I'll never visit them again.
Unexpectedly, Song Yang visited again six months later. Like last time, he didn't stay too long. Instead, he went directly to the barbarian girl, took out a prescription from her arms, and explained it carefully until she had written it down completely.
He nodded and said: "The poison of tobacco is terrible, and it is difficult to quit. If you don't believe it now, I can't help it, but in the future, your people will become weaker and weaker, and some people will die from it... When you really know that your 'balm' is actually a monster.
, just use this recipe, it can help you quit smoking and save people for you."
After saying that, he picked up the little monster beside him, rubbed his forehead with his chin, put her down and turned around to leave.
On the way back, while running fast, Song Yang suddenly pursed his lips, a few smile lines drifted lazily, and finally blossomed into a full smile.
Song Yang advised, but the barbarians didn't listen. But he still did what he should do seriously and did it well, which made him feel really relaxed.