Song Che and his servants took their prized cattle, sheep and horses and walked struttingly on the streets of Dadu. Liang's face was really eye-catching, and he was also envied by others.
The Hu people are more exclusive than the Liang people. They can't even see the Liang people on horseback.
When walking through a busy street, there was an inexplicable traffic jam in front of the street. Several carriages were crossing the street. There were about sixty or seventy people standing in front of a shop, seemingly queuing up to buy something.
"Go and see what that shop is selling. The business is so prosperous." Song Che said to the servant.
The servant got into the crowd, made some inquiries, and came back to tell him: "Master, there are so many people outside the store, and the store is even more crowded. I can't squeeze in. But I heard from the buyers that there seems to be a businessman selling your beams." of silk…”
silk?
Hearing this word, Song Che felt a little warm in his heart. He asked his servant: "Hey, by the way, is silk very precious in your Hu country?"
The servant said: "It is quite precious. Since the war between Hu State and Daliang, the silk trade has been cut off. Many nobles cannot buy it with money."
Song Che glanced at the shop. Nine times out of ten, he knew the merchant who could purchase silk. Who could it be?
After waiting for a long time, the street was finally cleared. Song Che took the cattle, sheep and horses back to the house.
When Tuya heard that he was back, he ran out of the house to greet him. When she heard that these animals were given by the Khan, she was so happy that she burst into laughter.
"Choose the fattest sheep and kill it, shave and wash it, and wait until I come back to make a roasted whole sheep to eat." Song Che told the servant, and then pulled Tuya out of the street: "Come on, I will take you to buy something." Silk, make some beautiful clothes.”
Since he was kidnapped to the Hu country, he only had one piece of clothing on him. He was not used to wearing the clothes of the Hu people. So when someone was selling silk, he thought about buying a few pieces.
"Ah? I won't go..." Tuya lowered his head, humbled in his heart, and couldn't help himself.
"What are you afraid of? As a human being, you don't have to be secretive. You should be open-minded and walk around. I saw that there were many people in that shop. If you go late, you might miss it."
Song Che insisted on going, and Tuya couldn't refuse. She was just worried: "But silk is as precious as gold. I married my husband and only lost some worthless dowry. I'm afraid I can't afford it..."
"You don't have to worry about this. I don't have to spend money to buy silk."
The two of them came to the shop selling silk.
There were more buyers than before, and most of them were women in rich clothes. Those who bought the silk couldn't put it down, while those who didn't buy it and were waiting in line were eager to see it, for fear that the next one would be gone.
Song Che pulled Tuya and squeezed into the store.
"Hey, hey, haven't you seen so many people queuing up? Why are you joining the queue?" A shop assistant blocked Song Che from the door.
Song Che smiled and said: "I don't buy silk, but I come to your boss. I think he must know me."
"Come on this!"
The shop clerk did his part and pointed to the people queuing outside the door and said: "Anyone who can afford silk is not a respectable person in the capital. Why do you have to queue up anyway?"
"Forget it, husband, let's not buy it. It doesn't matter what you wear." Tuya said, pulling Song Che's sleeve.
When it comes to other things, Song Che doesn't have to worry about it, but this silk might still come from his workshop. What? I can’t buy the things I produce myself? What a theory!
"Hey, isn't this Tuya? I heard that the Great Khan betrothed you to a Liang man, does it seem true?" A harsh voice sounded from the crowd.
Looking for the reputation, I saw a plump woman in her early thirties, with ferret fur on her shoulders, standing in the queue with two maids, looking very arrogant.
When Tuya saw her, she subconsciously lowered her head and hid behind Song Che.
"Who is she?" Song Che asked softly.
Tuya whispered: "My aunt Semin..."
Seeing how scared she was, he knew that this aunt bullied her a lot.
"It turns out you are from Liang. I asked you why you are wearing our clothes, but you don't look like us." The store clerk pushed Song Che out of the door, "Go, go, this batch of silk doesn't even look like us." Even if it’s not enough, there’s no place for you Liang people.”
"Tuya, this piece of silk costs fifteen taels of silver. Do you have the money to afford it?" Semin mocked: "Besides, what's the use of buying it? Is it possible that you will just wear the silk?" Will she become beautiful?"
Tuya held Song Che's sleeve tightly, bit her lip and whispered: "Let's go home..."
"You didn't buy any silk, why did you go home?" Song Che said to the shop assistant: "Go in and tell your boss that someone named Song is looking for him to see if he recognizes me!"
But the waiter said: "Our boss is busy greeting the customers, how can he have time to meet you, a Liangren!"
Song Che's eyes were cold, "Young man, do you know that your path is narrow?"
"Hey! I said you are here to cause trouble! How dare you come to my store and act wild!" The clerk rolled up his sleeves and wanted to take action.
At this time, a greeting came from the store: "Who is making noise in front of my store?"
I saw a middle-aged man in his forties, dressed in silk and satin, striding out of the store.
The store clerk hurried to the middle-aged man and pointed at Song Che to complain: "Boss, there is an unscrupulous Liang who wants to jump in the queue, but he won't leave even if I chase him away! Look, it's him!"
The middle-aged man looked Song Che up and down, and immediately exclaimed: "Boss Song!"
Song Che narrowed his eyes: "Boss Bi, you are fine."
This middle-aged man is none other than Old Bideng, the Hu merchant representative who went to the Western Regions with Song Che’s business group!
If Song Che hadn't been the guarantee in Dadan, this guy would have been hanged in a foreign country. After all, Song Che was still his savior.
"Oh! It's really you, Boss Song! You...I almost didn't recognize you in this outfit!" Biden couldn't hide his enthusiasm and excitedly stepped forward to hold Song Che's hand, "Boss Song, you Why did you come to Dadu, Hu State? Did you bring some extravagant wealth with you?"
"Well, it's a long story. I'll talk to you again when I have the chance," Song Che said, casting a sidelong glance at the shop assistant, "Boss Bi is not a good employee. Just now, Song came to see you and almost ate him." Closed door.”
Biden didn't hesitate. He grabbed the shop clerk and slapped him twice with his backhand. He cursed: "Stupid slave, Boss Song is a talented man with extraordinary bearing. You can't even recognize him. Do you want me to pay him back?" What is the use!"
"Boss...Boss, please forgive me!" The store clerk immediately knelt down and begged for mercy, "It's because the slave is blind and failed to recognize the big boss..."
"Boss Song, tell me what to do with this stupid slave, sell it, kill it, shave it off, you name it!" Biden asked Song Che, pointing at the store clerk.
Song Che waved his hand, "It's not that serious. Boss Bi just hit him, so let's forget about it."
"Why don't you thank Boss Song quickly!" Biden said with a glare.
The shop assistant who was extremely arrogant just now was kneeling in front of Song Che and kowtow to express his thanks.
Slavery is only bad for slaves, but for the powerful, they have the power of life and death with just a raise of their hands. How can the word "pleasure" be so great?
