"Turdan, who did you take over the big business from?" Arhan asked.
"Look at what you said, my lord, you need fifty slaves at one go. Who else can be so generous besides you, the princes, nobles and ministers?"
Turdan smiled and said: "It's the prey ordered by His Royal Highness Prince Sultan, two feet for eight!"
Arhan smiled and said: "Then you will make a lot of money this time."
"It's all thanks to you that I have the opportunity to make a fortune as a villain." Turdan raised his chest and saluted, looked up and saw Song Che on the horse, and said doubtfully:
"Huh? Sir, why do you let a slave ride on a horse?"
slave?
Song Che was already angry, but when he heard the word "slave", his anger exploded instantly. He got off his horse, walked up to Tourdan, and slapped him with a wave of his hand!
"Snapped!"
With such force, Turdan was slapped so hard that he flipped over for two and a half weeks, then fell freely to the ground, with two back molars popping out.
This sudden slap completely confused Turdan, and the slaves on the side also looked at Song Che in surprise, which was a sign of shame for them.
"You blind dog slave, listen carefully! I am the distinguished guest invited by your great Khan!" Song Che glared at Tourdan, clapped his hands, turned around and rode back on the horse.
Turdan staggered up from the ground and looked at Arhan aggrievedly: "Sir, if His Highness the Prince finds out about this, he will definitely be angry..."
"If the Great Khan knew about this, he would also be angry," Arhan asked: "Who do you think is more terrifying when angry, the Great Khan or the prince?"
Turdan covered his swollen face, hating Song Che and not daring to say any more words.
"Okay, I'll have someone give you two more sheep later to pay for your medical expenses." Arhan waved his hand, "Let's go into the city."
Under the admiring gazes of all the slaves, Song Che held his head high and rode his horse into the capital.
"The slave owner just said 'two feet for eight feet'. What does it mean to treat slaves as prey?" He asked Arhan.
Chachai was the first to answer: "In the eyes of slave owners, you Liang people are 'two-legged sheep', and real sheep have four legs. Two feet for eight legs is one slave for two sheep." ;
As for the prey, doesn’t Mr. Song like hunting? You should have guessed the literal meaning. Those fifty slaves are all prey. Prince Sultan will raise them for a period of time. When they grow up, they will be released into the forest and let them escape. Then he will take the prince with him. The nobles went hunting;”
He glanced at Song Che again: "This hunt will most likely be held on the day of the Great Khan's birthday banquet. Mr. Song is an honored guest, and he might be able to get a bow and arrow."
Song Che smiled at Chachai and waved: "Come here, I'll tell you a secret."
Chachai raised his eyebrows, approached Song Che and asked, "What secret-"
"Snapped!"
Song Che's backhand was a slap in the face, and he said coldly: "I still owe eight more."
"You! Ahhh!" Chachai tightened his grip on the reins, his teeth chattering with hatred.
Song Che hummed softly: "General Chachai, didn't you say that I'm just a pretty boy with thin arms and legs, and it doesn't matter if I slap you ten thousand times? Why, you can't hold back after just two?"
"Boy!" Chachai said with a cruel heart, and raised his cheek, "I am definitely not a cheating person. If you want to hit me, just come and have a good time. Don't do it all at once! If you continue to default on your arrears, the bet will be huge. Stop counting!"
"Hey, what you said is wrong. We only bet on ten slaps, but we didn't say we would slap them all in one go." Song Che rubbed his wrist, "Besides, you are a thick-skinned person. Ruolian It doesn’t hurt you if I slap you, but I still think my hand hurts.”
"you--"
"Mr. Arhan, it's going to be dark soon. Where will I stay? I've been freezing and starving for several days. I can't wait to take a hot bath and have a good night's sleep." Song Che ignored this silly guy and said, "I can't live in a yurt."
Arhan said: "Mr. Song, don't worry, I have already prepared a big house and a big gift for you."
Song Che frowned: "What kind of gift?"
Arhan smiled mysteriously: "You will know after you go back."
…
Although most of the Hu capital is not as good as the first-tier cities in Daliang, it is still more than adequate compared to the second-tier cities. The houses and streets are all very grand, which is in line with the style of the Hu people.
Song Che was taken to a large house. There were red couplets on the door, red lanterns hung on the beams, the door was open, and there were sixty or seventy male and female servants standing on both sides.
"Mr. Arhan, I'm just a guest attending a birthday banquet. Do I need to make such a big show?" Song Che asked.
"Maybe after Mr. Song feels the enthusiasm of us Hu people, he will be reluctant to leave and continue to live here?"
Arhan smiled and made a "please" gesture to Song Che.
Song Che strode into the house.
But Arhan stood at the door, not yet crossing the threshold.
"What? Why don't you come in for a cup of tea?" Song Che asked.
Arhan smiled and said: "Today is Mr. Song's happy day. It's not convenient for us to disturb him. If you want to drink tea, you'd better wait until tomorrow."
Overjoyed?
Song Che glanced at the red lantern on the beam and understood something instantly, "This is impossible!" He wanted to go out the door, but Chachai and several soldiers blocked him back.
Chachai said angrily: "Mr. Song, how can you let the bride stay alone in the empty room on the wedding night? You'd better go back and accompany her!"
"Is this the way you Hu people treat guests? I've never even met her face, how can I marry her! What's more, I already have a family!"
Song Che was very angry, but Chachai pushed him back seven or eight steps, "Boy, don't act like a good boy when you get an advantage! This bride of yours is a princess on the grassland, and the blood of the royal family flows in her body. She can marry To have her as your wife is a blessing you gained in your previous life!"
Arhan also smiled and said: "Mr. Song, it is normal for a man to have three wives and four concubines. If you can have a family in Daliang, why not do it in our Hu country? Just enjoy the gentle land tonight."
After that, he waved, and the soldiers rushed into the stockade and slammed the door shut.
At this time, the maids also came up with wedding clothes: "Master, let us help you bathe and change clothes. The princess is still waiting to have your bridal chamber."
Without waiting for Song Che to refuse, a dozen maids half dragged and half dragged Song Che into the house.
"Okay, okay! I can walk by myself!"
Song Che shook off the maids. People have to bow their heads under the eaves. Besides, sending my wife as a gift doesn't sound bad.
"Hey, let me ask you, how old is your princess?"
"Princess, she is twenty-two years old."
In contemporary times, a twenty-two-year-old unmarried woman is either frail and sick, or ugly, or has fallen into prostitution, or her husband has died.
"Is your princess getting married for the first time?"
"Stay in the boudoir and guard yourself like jade."
"How tall are you?"
"More than half six feet, less than seven feet."
"How's your temper?"
"Gentle, considerate, and generous."
"What's the cup size?"
"Ah? What is... cup size?"
"Well, that's enough. Don't worry too much about this. So what does she look like?"
"this……"
When asked about their appearance, they were silent.
It seems that this Hu princess doesn’t look very good.
