On this day, the oasis territory was full of chaos and small-scale conflicts. Even at night, there were fires everywhere.
Guests at the Talaat camp came and went, and several groups of people visited in succession. The young Pasha opened his red eyes.
Franklin had come, Jason had come, and even Mullen had come, all with the same purpose, to prevent Hoover from leaving.
Although they came to ask what he meant, it was obvious that no one took his ideas seriously, and none of the four horse bandits really respected him.
"Mr. Four."
Zhou Jinru came to the tent and sat down on the left side of Talaat. He glanced around and found that nothing had changed in this place for several days.
"I now how to do?"
"wait."
A deep voice came from beneath the mask.
wait?
Talat didn't understand the meaning.
Zhou Jinru chuckled and said, "Wait for a sandstorm. Before that, we just have to wait patiently."
The young man was silent.
For a long time, he would be blamed for anything he said. In the eyes of his father, this son was superfluous and displeasing no matter how he looked at it. Everything started after his sister was born.
At first, he would try to change his father's view, thinking that if he did not do well enough, maybe he would be recognized if he did a little better, but the fact slapped him hard. His father only had eyes for his little daughter and never followed him again. Say something well.
He learned silence. Only silence can solve all problems, his problems.
But at this moment, he wanted to say something and was thinking about what angle to approach it from.
"Mr. Four, why do you want to help me?"
After thinking about it, Talat decided to ask a less important question first.
Zhou Jinru paused for two seconds: "Maybe we are destined."
"I always thought you would leave."
"I will definitely leave, I don't know when."
Zhou Jinru's words stunned Talat, and then he sighed.
"Mr. Four, I thought you would stay."
"It was an accident that we met. An accident means that it will end one day."
Of course he won't stay. This is not his time. The Rhode Island family is still waiting for him.
Talat crossed his arms, raised his head, glanced at Zhou Jinru, and whispered: "Mr. Fourth, do you think I can become a good pasha?"
"It depends on your definition of Pasha. You can be like your father, or you can be like Maren, or you can be yourself. There are many choices and many ideas, but more often than not, you can be yourself. , we can’t help ourselves.”
We can't help ourselves.
Talat chewed this sentence carefully, maybe this is what Mr. Fourth wanted to tell him.
He has experienced a lot these days, from fighting on the battlefield to hypocrisy at banquets, and now being treated as a mascot. He wants to follow his own path.
Zhou Jinru asked, "Then what do you want to do?"
"I think……"
When the words came to his lips, Talaat stopped. In front of his eyes were the fearful and uneasy citizens when faced with scimitars and horse hooves. He thought of what was said at the banquet, and the civilians who were carved up by the four horse bandits. , he whispered: "I want my territory to be free of those sufferings, for everyone to live and work in peace and contentment, and for no horse bandits to wreak havoc."
"Then you have to face many enemies. The first is the four horse bandits you see in front of you. After solving them, you will also have to face more people's livelihood problems. Wealth does not come out of thin air. You have to seize local production. Open up trade through more channels and allow gold and silver coins to circulate, and then you will be targeted by more powerful enemies. Even if you successfully overcome all obstacles, you will still have to face the last threat."
When Zhou Jinru said this, he kept his mouth shut. He was not threatening Talaat, he was just stating the facts.
Gaul and Victoria, who have seen huge benefits, will not give up easily, and the Sargon locals who have also tasted flesh and blood will also keep their eyes on the oasis territory.
The last threat came from Talaat's father.
A father who is unhappy with his son does not want to see his son achieve anything.
Although rare, people with this twisted human nature do exist.
This young man is very good and has excellent qualities. He does not lack inspiration or hard work. The real problem is just a lack of experience and lack of experience.
But why doesn't his father like him?
Zhou Jinru doesn't intend to delve into the unsolved mysteries, there is no point.
But for Talat, his father was an insurmountable gap.
"I know what you want to say. I will have to face my father one day."
The young pasha said so.
Judging from the official history of Sargon a hundred years later, there should be no major events of fatherly kindness and filial piety.
Zhou Jinru secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He was really afraid that if he said a few words, Talaat would stand up and shout, "There can be a sixty-year-old prince in the world." This kind of history should not be created.
"Where do you want to go, Mr. Fourth?"
"Go south, go south and have a look. Haha, I am a wanderer. It doesn't matter where I go. Maybe I will go to Victoria, or Gaul, or Letania."
Zhou Jinru himself didn't think about it. In theory, after he restored the defender's energy, he could open the hole and go back, but before that, he should leave Sargon.
Talat cast an envious look. If there was a chance, it would be a good thing to walk around.
But Zhou Jinru doesn't think so, because wandering is a last resort. Even if he can cross the land of Terra, his journey has already ended. If he wants to return to Rhode Island, the rest of the journey will be just suffering.
"By the way, Mr. Fourth, have you ever heard of a plant called the tamarisk tree? It is said that this plant has existed for thousands of years and is older than our history."
"I know that tamarisk trees generally grow in dry areas. There should be many in Sargon."
"Yes," Talat nodded. "There are many red willow trees in my hometown. They are planted in a row next to the channel. When they bloom next year, the red flowers will bloom in bunches. They are very beautiful."
They chatted for a while, and late at night, Zhou Jinru got up to say goodbye and returned to his tent.
Kelsey didn't come tonight.
Zhou Jinru thought that she would be very busy, after all, the oasis territory was so chaotic.
After blowing out the light, a person sat quietly in the darkness. The surroundings were quiet and there was no sound.
I don’t know how much time had passed, but there was a strong wind sound outside the tent, and sand particles hit the tent like raindrops, crackling.
got windy?
Zhou Jinru stood up and stretched out his hand to open the tent curtain. At this time, all the lights in the camp were extinguished and there was no light at all.
The wind roared in the sky, carrying yellow sand, which made the clothes tightly wrap around the body, and the sand hit the mask.
In the deep darkness, at some point, a figure stood opposite him.
