Start: Datang Wanli a lonely city

Chapter 708

Pinganji, a place name full of Han style.

But in fact, this is just a small settlement between Yiwu and the Turpan Basin on the journey from the Tang Dynasty to the Western Regions thousands of miles away.

It is said that as early as when the court of the Tang Dynasty was still called Dahan, there was only a sweet well here, which never dried up all year round.

There are often only some nomadic herdsmen who stop for a while when passing by.

But when someone finds out that if you use the light and thin fabric of the Tang people called silk, you only need to go all the way west and cross the vast desert and Gobi.

After reaching Dashi, or even further away, they can be exchanged for the same weight of gold.

Camel caravans, large and small, kept appearing from this road, and this well became an important supply place for them.

Under such circumstances, more and more people lived around such a well.

Among them are businessmen who open taverns and provide board and lodging, beautiful orchids who relieve the loneliness of these travelers, dealers who sell livestock, and middlemen who buy high and sell low.

Even among them, there are Tang people who came here for profit.

Gradually, a small-scale market was formed here, and by the way, it also became one of the nodes on the Silk Road, which can be regarded as places that pass by.

And in the mouths of those Tang people, they took a place name full of Tang people's style: Ping'anji...

In the morning when the weather was around minus ten degrees, the middle-aged barbarian Qi Bike with a messy beard and a greasy look was still standing at the door of his restaurant.

He opened the lapel of his clothes, brandished a boning knife, and was dealing with a fat sheep.

The big boning knife was in his hand, but it seemed to come alive at this moment.

Not long after, a fat sheep was cleaned up, and then the sheep's head, lamb legs, lamb chops and other parts were hung on hooks in conspicuous places on the side of the store entrance.

Some offal and other haggis were thrown into a big bucket.

After finishing all this, Qibike looked at the results of his work with considerable satisfaction, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

Although he was in his early forties, his skills in killing sheep hadn't dropped at all.

Talk!In the safe concentration, for the passing caravans, as well as the surrounding herdsmen and horse bandits, the most famous thing is not Harris.

In that Turkic shop, take a sip of the 'San Lejiang' fine wine that can warm up your whole body.

It's not Hu Lu'er, those big asses in this Tieleren's shop are fierce, once they dance, their waist poles will be twisted to the point of flying, and their hearts are also inexplicably angry orchids.

It's Qibike, a delicious mutton soup in this small shop.

It is also a piece of mutton, but after it is made in the hands of Qibike, it will make all the barbarians want to eat their tongues.

As a result, many big shots in Yiwu City paid high prices to try to make Qibike their own personal cooks.

It's just that Qibike has never agreed to the invitations of those big shots, and has been guarding such a small shop.

The reason for this is that Qibike has said countless times to the outside world that whether it is the skill of cooking mutton soup or this small shop, they are all inherited from his father.

Ping'anji is his home, he doesn't want to go anywhere...

After carrying a bucket of haggis from the door of the store and walking into the small shop, the smile on Qibike's face disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The reason is very simple. His Uyghur wife bought back with half a bag of gold sand, and his 12-year-old son Qilumu are eating today's court food.

Each person is a small piece of millet cake, plus a large bowl of mutton bone soup.

The same is true of the thing that annoyed him, because on the sheep bone that Qilumu threw aside, there seemed to be a lot of shredded meat hanging on it, which was too wasteful.

To know!Since the Tubo people occupied the land of Longyou.

The caravans that traveled between Dashi and Datang in the past have been completely cut off now.

This small shop of theirs has also lost the most generous customers; it can only rely on the occasional patronage of poor barbarians and horse bandits.

As a result, Qibike's hard work every day is what makes the family barely full.

Especially in this kind of icy and snowy winter, because the number of guests has become rarer, life has become more difficult.

But Qilumu, this little bastard, doesn't even eat clean meat, so how can he not be annoyed so much?

Just when he was about to pick up a stick by the door, teach this little brat who was worrying him a good lesson, and let him know the importance of food.

On such a morning when he thought that there were no customers, there were three men and two women, a total of five barbarians led their horses and walked straight towards his shop.

Just looking at those people walking, that kind of walking like a tiger, without any timid posture, he knew that there were a few high-ranking guests.

Immediately cheered up, with a smile on his face, he greeted him when he went out.

He also yelled loudly, and uttered a series of beautiful words:
"I said that in the midst of winter, why did the wind stop early this morning, so it turned out that some distinguished guests came to the door.

Stop eating, Daisy, you stupid woman who can't get enough to eat, quickly add two pieces of cow dung to the stove to warm up the distinguished guests.

Qilumu, come out quickly to lead the horses for the guests and feed them some good fodder.

They are all good horses, why are they so thin?But it needs to be fed well, otherwise it would be a pity~”

Facing Qibike's enthusiasm, the head of a barbarian with a bruised left cheek nodded in satisfaction, and casually talked over a small piece of stuff.

After Xinshou took it, Qibike took a look, and the smile on his face became brighter.

Because the small thing thrown by the other party was actually a bean-sized gold, and it was indeed some rare and wealthy customers who came to the door.

It's just that when these wealthy customers sat down on the cleanest and softest blanket in the store, Chibike's eyes suddenly became serious.

First of all, after getting close, he smelled wrong from the other party.

Not only the opponent's body, but also a faint smell of blood, obviously with injuries.

If this is the case, in a place like the Western Region where there are fighting and wild beasts everywhere, it is common for people to get injured after going out, so there is nothing strange about it.

However, it is definitely not normal if there is no strong smell of sheep smell, sweat smell, etc. on the body.

Because only those Tang people who bathe frequently can smell so clean.

Second, and even more important.

Perhaps it was the burning cow dung in the store, which made these guests wearing thick furs feel a little too hot, so they took off their coats.

Three of the male guests were alright, but the two orchids showed off their waists.

Although the waist is as slender as other orchids, or even thinner, it is too white and clean.

Based on the above, even though the faces of these people seem to be the same as barbarians at first glance; but Qi Bike combined with some recent rumors, a bold guess still emerged in his mind.

And such a guess made him tremble with excitement.

Fortunately, except for his wife Daisy, the few guests who were drinking the mutton soup didn't notice Qi Bike's abnormality at all...

(End of this chapter)