"Murong, my friend, it's been so long!"
Basel stepped forward and hugged Murong Fu very enthusiastically, and then said in his ear in broken Chinese: "I was shocked when you wrote to me!"
Murong Fu didn't have any particular objection to the way Westerners greeted them. After all, he had seen many of them in his previous life.
It was precisely because his attitude towards these Westerners was different from that of ordinary Han people and he did not regard them as aliens that he became friends with Basel's father.
It is true that Murong Fu and Basel have not seen each other for many years. After all, when he first met each other, Basel was only sixteen or seventeen years old. But perhaps because of the constant exposure to wind and sun, now He looked older than himself, like an uncle.
"Okay, stop being pretentious, let me introduce you, this is my wife Li Qingzhao!"
After Murong Fu broke away from Basel's embrace, he pulled behind him Li Qingzhao, who was wearing a green shirt and had an elegant and elegant temperament, and introduced him.
As soon as Basel saw Li Qingzhao, he was immediately attracted by her classical oriental beauty. He couldn't help but praise her repeatedly, looking astonished. ?.?????.???
"Oh! Hello, beautiful girl, my name is Basel, you can also call me Lao Ba, Murong often calls me this!"
Although Basel was a little moved by Li Qingzhao's beauty, she was Murong Fu's wife after all, so he still extended his hand politely.
Li Qingzhao was familiar with ancient literary books and had some knowledge of these overseas people when he came here, so after hesitating for a moment, he stretched out his hand as soft as white jade.
Just when the two people's hands were about to hold together, Murong Fu slapped Basel's hand away and said unceremoniously: "This is my territory, and I don't care about your rules, so I'd better avoid this!" "
Their custom in Basel is not just to shake hands. When they see a beautiful woman, they will kiss the back of her hand as a gentleman. Murong Fu is not that open, and naturally he will not let a man kiss his woman's hand. , even if the other party is an acquaintance of one's own.
Faced with Murong Fu's obstruction, Basel was not annoyed, and just sighed with regret.
Murong Fu knew this guy's temper very well and was not afraid of his anger. After kicking his butt, he took Li Qingzhao's hand and left directly.
Seeing Basel's fall and his funny and exaggerated movements, Li Qingzhao looked back and couldn't help but cover his mouth and chuckle, finding it very interesting.
"Murong, you kicked me, why can't I move my whole body?"
"Is this how you taught my father self-defense?"
"Hey! Don't leave! I came here to learn kung fu from you, so you have to teach me!"
After a while, Basel staggered up from the ground, and then hurriedly chased after Murong Fu and Li Qingzhao in the direction they left. While chasing, he shouted regardless of his image.
In the inn.
After the dusty Basel took a nice hot bath, he put on an unseemly wide shirt and walked downstairs.
But seeing that his collar was open, even though it was a new suit prepared by Murong Fu, every part of it looked wrinkled. Coupled with Basel's appearance, which was different from that of the Han people, it looked even more disharmonious.
Murong Fu and Li Qingzhao both thought so, but in Basel's view, they felt that they looked very good-looking. When they were proud, they even showed off to them by spinning around in circles.
"Stop spinning. If you like it, I'll give you another hundred sets when I leave. Sit down!"
Looking at the delicious food on the table, Basel stopped pretending and sat down to taste it.
He was full of yearning for everything in China, and he was even more obsessed with the culture of the Han people. If it weren't for the fact that the Arabs were good at sailing and he needed to trade with people from various countries, he would have wanted to live here forever!
Although Basel also wanted to act gentlemanly and elegant in front of the beauty, he really couldn't bear the life at sea these past few months, so he only took a few bites and started to feast regardless of his appearance.
Murong Fu and Li Qingzhao only tasted the food briefly, obviously having eaten in advance.
When Basel had had enough wine and dinner, he first chatted with Murong Fu and then talked about business with him.
Murong Fu showed Balcer the saltpeter ore needed for gunpowder and various pig iron ores, hoping to exchange them for these resources in their country without limit.
Arabia is a place rich in mineral resources, but they did not have a method to extract saltpeter. Therefore, it was not until the fourteenth century that they tried their best to purchase saltpeter from China and complete the production of gunpowder.
Basel is an expert in identification. After making some records and taking some samples, he said that he would discuss it with his father and family members after returning and would respond as soon as possible.
It is impossible for them to sell all the iron ore to Murong Fu, but if this unknown ore exists in their country, they will definitely mine it and trade with Murong Fu.
In addition to these mineral resources, Murong Fu also traded with Basel some special products he had obtained from other countries. Among them was a bag of dazzling gems, which immediately attracted Murong Fu's attention.
"Murong, if you want these gems, I can give them to you for free, but you have to teach me kung fu!"
This kind of gem was given to him by their king when Basel was trading with Persia. In addition to these, there were several bags on the ship. With his friendship with Murong Fu, it was not a big deal to give some to the other party.
Seeing that he had been thinking about learning martial arts, Murong Fu couldn't help but smile and said: "I know a lot of martial arts, but it's probably not easy to practice martial arts at your age. Let me first see what kind of talent you have and what kind of martial arts you are suitable for learning, and then I’ll teach you again!”
"no problem!"
Basel stood up happily.
Murong Fu walked up to him, touched the back of his bones, and sighed: "Your muscles and bones have already been formed. Even if you practice martial arts, it is probably difficult to achieve anything!"
"What should we do?"
When Basel heard this, he couldn't help but feel disappointed, but at the same time, he asked reluctantly.
Murong Fu said: "Although I can't train you to be a master, if I teach you a leg skill, you can beat twenty or thirty people with one person, and there will be no problem!"
"Isn't this considered a master?"
When Basel heard this, he was immediately stunned!
In their country, if you can fight one against three, you are already a great warrior. If you can fight one against ten, you are a warrior among warriors. Isn’t this considered a master?
If he were told about Murong Fu's achievements on the battlefield, his jaw would probably drop in shock!
Murong Fu naturally couldn't explain the mysteries of martial arts to a Westerner, so he wrote down a leg technique collected by the Murong family on paper, paired it with a few pictures, and handed it to the other person.
Basel kept it in his arms as if he had found a treasure, and then generously took out a large bag of gems and placed it on the table.
