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The Wind Rises in Chang'an Chapter 201 The Yue People and the Zhan People

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    The green mountains remain unchanged and the water flows forever, and the bright moon remains and the stars gradually become thinner.  He only remembered a few poems, probably a farewell poem. He looked around at the green water and green mountains, and the clear blue sky and moist air.  The mist of the clouds and mountains behind him has long gone away, and he can taste the salty moisture at the corner of his mouth, and the gentle wind blows his hair, as if the nightmare among the five mountains has never happened.  In the dense forest at the foot of the mountain, Cao Shi was sitting on a bluestone sharpening his knife. His bare chest was blown black by the sea breeze. His skin had darkened a lot after walking in the mountain for a month. He was carrying his own one-stone-two-fight bow and arrows behind him.  There were only a dozen homemade arrows in the bag.  Liu Ling was digging bamboo shoots next to the bamboo forest with a bamboo basket on his shoulder. He was holding a dagger in his hand as a shovel. It was a self-defense weapon he got from the dead assassin the night he escaped. It was also used as a tool for digging wild vegetables and eating.  Her skin is still so fair, her hair is simply pulled up into a bun, and her beautiful eyebrows are slightly furrowed as if she is worried about how difficult it is to dig out the bamboo shoots.  "If you were in the city of Chang'an, surrounded by row upon row of high-rise buildings, Liu Lingsu would look up at the nobles of Chang'an with a melancholy expression on his face and his eyebrows furrowed, which would definitely cause a huge sensation.  It¡¯s a pity that at the foot of the green mountains, with the gurgling stream next to the bamboo forest, there is only a young man who does not understand the style, lowering his head and sharpening his sharp knife, as if it is the most beautiful thing in the world.  Ouch!  A wild boar emerged from the bamboo forest, with a deep wound on its abdomen and scarlet eyes full of madness.  Liu Ling was frightened, holding the dagger in both hands and couldn't help but shrink back.  The wild boar seemed to have discovered the human woman in front of him, and it made a grunting sound while pawing at the pig's trotters.  The two tusks on the shiny pig head are pointed at the target.  What jumped out of the woods was a newly adult wild boar. It was huge and looked like it weighed more than 300 pounds. It ran like a running truck. It was pierced by its fangs and was sure to die. Its bad temper and strong aggression became the main thing.  The most terrifying killer in the jungle, the adult wild boar is even more intimidating than the tiger, jungle leopard and black bear.  "Help!" Liu Ling's legs were so weak that he struggled to crawl for a long time without standing up. The sharp dagger that was more than a foot long was just a toy for the wild boar.  The shiny wild boar skin is covered with a mixture of gum and mud, which is a natural gift that wild boars get by rubbing off parasites. Northern wild boars like to rub on rosin.  Southern wild boars love to rub gum.  What¡¯s even more interesting is that this kind of beast is very good at finding gum. The secretions of big trees are the best way to kill insects. Rolling in muddy ponds is the habit of wild boars to bathe.  An adult wild boar has rough skin and thick flesh comparable to a rhinoceros, and its impact and lethality are not inferior to that of a rhinoceros.  He can also be as bad-tempered as a rhinoceros.  Except for the slightly inferior size and tonnage.  It's just a shrunken version of a rhinoceros.  The wild boar rushed over.  Liu Ling closed his eyes in fear, raised the dagger for digging bamboo shoots and handed it over.  Poof!  Plop!  Smoke and dust were everywhere, and the strong wind blew her around.  The hairpin is in disarray.  The wild boar was only a few steps away from him, and it was dying from an arrow in its head.  Liu Ling's face was red, and he dropped the dagger angrily and stamped his feet: "Cao Shi, you are teasing me again!" On the bluestone, the young man sharpening the knife did not even raise his head. The war bow on his back was untied, and there was nothing in the quiver  A feathered arrow.  "Stubborn stinky stone, pretending to be stupid if you don't dare to speak, huh!" Liu Ling angrily picked up the knocked over bamboo shoots one by one. The vegetables for today's three meals fell on these inconspicuous bamboo shoots and glanced at them.  The wild boar, who was about to die, squatted down and continued to dig bamboo shoots: "I will eat you to death, choke you to death, and let you scare me." Cao Shi did not raise his head and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.  The three of them fled to the southwest, which lasted more than a month and traveled thousands of miles. They did not dare to appear near the village. They stole food from the local people and ate wild fruits. It was very hard to sleep in the open to avoid the pursuers.  Wang Meng ran out of the woods with his blood-stained sword. He saw the wild boar lying dead outside the woods and breathed a sigh of relief: "I just met this beast in the woods and tried to gouge me as soon as I saw him. Fortunately, I reacted quickly and gave him a blow.  I thought this beast was running all the way from the way I came. I couldn't catch up and almost missed the big event. Fortunately, Junhou was not injured. " "I kill more than a dozen of these beasts every year. Don't worry about the little trouble. I can find Yanba.  Are you there?" "No, there are no salt mines nearby, so we have to go to the seaside." Cao Shi sighed.  They only had time to take away two packs of salt before escaping. After a month of frugality, they had very little left. Without salt, they didn¡¯t even have the strength to walk. They were forced to change their route and walk out of the relatively safe mountains and forests, heading for the open sea.  Hundreds of miles.  Liu Ling came over with a bamboo basket: "Let's go north to Changsha! Liu Fa, the king of Changsha, will save us."   "It's useless. The passage to Lingbei was blocked by the South Vietnamese. We approached the village several times and encountered the shadow of South Vietnamese soldiers. If I guessed correctly, the four kidnapped crown princes and Ding Gong were in cahoots with each other.  "Liu Ling's heart tightened and he said: "Are they crazy? They are looking for Ding Gong to seek skin from a tiger. It's just a fool's dream." Cao Shi said: "Don't worry about this, we have to get the salt as soon as possible. Go west and then go north over the mountains to reach Bashu.  "It's a shortcut to return to Chang'an from there." "You've walked this way?" "I have a map, so don't worry about it." A few days later.  ??The seaside of Linchen County (Chongzuo, Guangxi) in the southwest of Nanyue Kingdom.  The market on the seaside is a grand market event on the 15th. People from southwest Vietnam who came from hundreds of miles away came here by boat to sell specialties. Thousands of people suddenly poured into the small market, and the quiet town suddenly became lively.  .  There were a lot of local people going to the market. They led the sleeping cows and chased the chickens and ducks, and crowded into the market in a lively manner. The vendors who came late at the edge of the market shouted in the local language and woven their own bamboo baskets and bamboo hats, and went inside.  As I walked, I saw people selling salted fish, people selling coir raincoats, and many selling weird specialties from the sea, such as dark dried sea cucumbers and shining white pearls.  In the crowd going to the market, there is a white-haired old man holding a bamboo cane, followed by a middle-aged couple wearing tattered clothes and looking around in the crowd.  The middle-aged man carried half a cover of wild boar meat in one hand, and the woman carried a shiny wild boar skin.  "How to sell wild boar meat?" "In exchange for salt." "I have salted fish here, do you want to exchange it?" "No, in exchange for salt." "It would be the same if I exchanged it for salted fish. Look at how good this salted fish is." "  Change the salt." The hawker waved his hands and said nothing. The middle-aged man only said a few words at a time, and he was dressed in rags like a native in the mountains.  Many people in the market noticed this combination of old and middle school, and came together to sell their respective specialties.  "Oh, brother, walk slowly, look at how good my rice is! Do you want to know where I got this from? I tell you, this is rice that was taken from the people in the south. Thirty years ago, our boss  The king defeated the Zhan people and captured Rinan County, and the Zhan people's rice also wandered in. The Zhan people are good at eating and lazy and can't do anything, but the rice seeds are good and ripen three times a year." The middle-aged man hesitated slightly and showed a simple expression: "What?  The rice is so good, but the literacy is so little, don¡¯t lie to me!¡± ¡°Looking at what you said, we are all from far and wide. Although I think you are a bit unfamiliar, it doesn¡¯t matter. Walk around and take your time.  Once again, we will become familiar again, we are still fellow villagers!" the vendor chattered.  Chamcheng rice.  Cao Shi held a handful of rice in his hand. The careless vendor didn't even remove the rice husk. Champa rice is the only rice that is harvested three times a year.  After some inquiring, I learned that the vendor in front of me is from Longbian (near Hanoi, Vietnam) in Cochin. It only takes two days by boat with favorable winds to reach the market. It is said that he comes to the market every two months to do business. The local specialties of Longbian are all  You can buy from him.  "I want to get some more rice seeds to plant. Do you have any more?"  The vendor smiled happily: "I also have salt here. If you are willing to give me the wild boar skin and wild boar meat, I will give you the salt in exchange and give you a few bags of rice." "Okay, let's exchange." At this time, there was a noise coming from outside the market.  There was a commotion, and the neighing of men and horses in the distance was vaguely heard.  A moment later, thirty Vietnamese soldiers with daggers on their waists and sticks on their shoulders poured into the market. Their equipment was very crude and they could not even equip iron weapons.  The iron smelting technology of the Yue people is very poor. Except for the Han Dynasty iron tools that have been passed down through many twists and turns, most of the Yue people still use bronze. It can be imagined how poor the country's combat power is.  Not as good as the superiors but more than the inferiors. No matter how bad the Yue people are, they are still better than the Zhan people in the south. At least the Yue people have accepted the advanced civilization and culture of the Qin people. Over the past seventy years, they have gradually moved closer to their powerful neighbor in the north, the Han Empire, in terms of organization.  Both the form and the military system have been greatly improved. The Zhan people are still a group of barbarians, both men and women, who wear no clothes and openly mess with the barbarians who are not ashamed but proud of them. Even the Yue people look down on them.  The Zhan people are short and dark-skinned people, while the Yue people are yellow-skinned people similar to the northern Han people. There is a huge gap in appearance and culture between the two.  The South Vietnamese officer was a short, middle-aged man. He clapped his hands and said, "Everyone, stop and listen to me! Boss Wang said that three Han people have recently crossed the border from nearby. They are two men, one woman, and one middle-aged man.  People, a young man and a young woman. The two men are very tall and the woman is very beautiful. If any of you find out, report it to the county government. If you find any trace, you will be rewarded with ten shi of rice.?There are five buffaloes, and the reward for catching the Han is fifty shi of rice and twenty-five buffaloes!  "The Vietnamese people stretched out their hands and counted the numbers stupidly, and found out whether the five traces were more advantageous or more costly than catching them. "Also, if you find strange places, you also tell us. This must be meaningful, and at least you can't care about it.  Eat it in one meal.  ¡± The Vietnamese people are somewhat moved. In South Vietnam, buffaloes are a valuable labor force. From farming to riding, buffaloes are inseparable from their labor. It can be said that buffaloes are inseparable helpers for Yue people. The boss, Wang Zhao Tuo, just celebrated his first birthday this year.  On his 100th birthday, the throne of the king was handed over to his grandson, the current king Zhao Quan. Except for the Minyue Kingdom in the northeast, which often harassed him under the banner of revenge, the Vietnamese people in South Vietnam were in peace and prosperity.  Stone rice is inconspicuous. Three-crop land earns 2 and a half shi per acre per season. The cost of defending the city is more than 7 shi per year. What the Vietnamese people care about is 25 buffaloes. This is a huge sum of money, equivalent to that of South Vietnam.  (To be continued) Chapter 201 Yue Ren and Zhan Ren:
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