I’m Walking the Career Line In Dog Blood

     "Brother! How did you give away our horse business?"

    As soon as An Yinong left, Shen He couldn't help expressing the doubts in his heart: "I read the book... I don't think the adults blame us, why did you cut off your arm?"

    Shen Shan poured himself a cup of tea: "Horses, like ironware, are not traded as commodities. These horses are useless if they are in hand. It is better to sell them."

    He drank warm tea: "Zhizhou is different from other officials. If it were him, I would willingly give the business away."

    Shen Shan recalled An Yinong's previous performance, he finally had to admit that in terms of overall situation and measurement, he was not as good as this young Zhizhou. He completely abandoned personal preferences and treated the people under his rule with the most just attitude.

    "The heart of the Bodhisattva, the means of thunder." The corner of Shen Shan's mouth rose slightly, "With him, the mutual market will definitely be able to do it."

    People in Xizhou are concerned about the mutual market, but people in other places are paying attention to the new book "Heroes of the Desert: Xiaoyao Pavilion", because it is the first book after being promoted to the prefecture, and it is said that It's a real thing, and it has attracted a lot of attention.

    And this time the book is very special. In addition to the 20 pages of exquisite illustrations drawn by Zhizhou, it also includes the songs "Wangxiang" and "Western Regions Dreams" written by Zhizhou.

    The former is quite Zen, while the latter is a fusion of exoticism. Ordinary people don't understand this, and they think it's weird, so many musicians learn these tunes.

    "In the end, he is a senior Zhizhou who has passed the imperial examinations. Even if he writes a script, it is different." Today's literati also highly respect him, and even write poems and fu for him, praising him. He is talented and beautiful. A person, who can read, catch thieves, manage, paint, write poetry and play music, is said to be outstanding in appearance. Is it too much to worship him?

    "Is there really such a magical casino in this world? It's actually hidden under an oasis, requiring guests to hide in a sarcophagus and then be pushed into a specific quicksand by people, and carried by the quicksand?"

    Inexperienced people from the Central Plains were easily fooled by their knowledgeable state. They marveled at this mysterious Xiaoyao Pavilion, and also marveled at the wealth of Western aristocrats of different styles.

    All kinds of gameplays that I have never thought about appear in the books, and the gameplay is difficult and elegant. The "stubborn masters" all over the country regard Xizhou Zhizhou as a confidant.

    Although this mysterious Xiaoyao Pavilion was finally found and set on fire by the protagonist and his party, this did not dampen the enthusiasm of the stubborn masters. They even wanted to go to the northwest to see the ruins left by the legendary Xiaoyao Pavilion, and then look at the legendary Benzhi County, no, Benzhizhou.

    People from the Central Plains are curious about Xizhou and want to meet him. People from the Western Regions are equally curious and want to meet.

    On a certain day in a certain year, the weather is fine, and the day has come for the governor of Xizhou to meet with more than a dozen nearby tribal leaders.

    The place they agreed to was a small oasis outside the city. There is no one here on weekdays, only passing businessmen will stop here.

    Anyonong, who was wearing an official uniform with only a cape on the outside, rode a snow-white camel and set off with a golden eagle, followed by a garrison of soldiers, and came together of Shenshan.

    In their team, there is also a car dedicated to tents and food.

    Annon said they would stay for three days and then go back, but they didn't bring much.

    When we arrived at the oasis, it was already evening, and five or six large 'yurts' had already been set up on the oasis. Only An Yinong and his party came, and there were people over there.

    "Is it the Zhizhou from the Qi Dynasty?" The other party asked in half-familiar Mandarin.

    This man's appearance is a typical Westerner, with big eyes and a high nose, and a beautiful beard that has been carefully groomed, with heavy gems hanging on his ears, neck, and wrists. The pattern is also very fancy and complicated.

    "This is the prince of the Golden Eagle Kingdom." Shen Shan introduced in a low voice behind him.

    An Yinong immediately remembered the information of several key figures in the meeting, he walked forward with a smile on his face, and greeted him in the golden eagle language he had just learned: "I am very happy See you, eagle in the blue sky, my brother."

    The prince was surprised: "Do you know the language of our country?"

    An Yinong shook his head: "It's only a little bit now. We will cooperate more and have more contacts in the future, and we will definitely learn."

    This attitude made the prince of the Golden Eagle Kingdom very comfortable. Many scholars in Qiguo looked down on the countries in the Western Regions. The Western Regions people felt this kind of arrogance and were naturally displeased, but the young official in front of him. Not the same.

    Although he can't speak too much, he looks straight at others and his expression is gentle when he speaks. And when listening to other people's words, he also listened very carefully, occasionally nodding in agreement.

    The prince of the Golden Eagle Kingdom feels respected.

    I heard that Qiguo Zhizhou came over, and people from other tribes came out. He went over to greet the other yurt owners one by one, using seven or eight Western languages, although only one or two sentences.

    Shen Shan has been following behind him, watching him chat with people, with a gentle smile on his face.

    An Yinong brought gifts from Xizhou to these tribes, in addition to traditional salt and tea, rubber shoes, rubber gloves, exquisite jewelry, sorghum wine, sugar from the Central Plains, beautiful of silk, etc.

    In return, these tribes also sent them dried beef and mutton, thick fur, rough ethnic jewelry, kumiss and so on.

    In the next two days, people from other tribes came one after another, and An Yinong would come over to say hello and exchange gifts. He and anyone can tell that, with a cinnabar-colored government office and a fair and tender face, he can wonderfully integrate into the ranks of the grassland people.

    And he also likes to directly praise people, praise people's strength and heroism, praise their horses are fat and strong, praise their nation's enthusiasm and friendliness, and praise their soldiers for bravery and good fighting. It was as if these tribes had two good things in his eyes: this or that.

    Prairie people have never experienced such warm and sincere praise from Central Plains people, so the day of the meeting became very interesting.

    Although it is still an official meeting, the scene is very harmonious. These tribes will even ask An Yinong what kind of goods from their tribe are more suitable to sell here.

    An Yinong will also help them analyze, for example, traditional beef, mutton and fur can be exchanged for traditional salt and tea. In addition, the shiny stones and wild herbs on the Gobi Desert where they live can also be exchanged for more and better daily necessities.

    "We can send teachers to teach herdsmen to grow grass and herbs, so that they don't have to migrate twice a year. But growing grass is not an easy task." An Yinong listened carefully to them Talk, and carefully analyze the pros and cons with them.

    Shen Shan thought that his language skills would come in handy during this meeting, or that his ability to bend and stretch would also come in handy, but he served as a follower from start to finish. There is a special charm about this young Zhizhou, not his face, but something likeable about him.

    This special system breaks down language barriers and racial differences.

    He is in a high position at his age, but he does not have a bit of pride. Instead, he can bend over to listen to opinions, and is willing to face up to and respect the differences of others.

    Therefore, these tribal representatives, who used to be very difficult to deal with, were all friendly and affectionate in front of him. Obviously, the language was not very good. Halfway through speaking, they had to make gestures, but they communicated happily.

    After the talks, almost all participating tribes signed contracts with Qiguo and began to cooperate and trade. To celebrate the success of the talks, everyone brought out their hometown food and wine.

    An Yinong also brought the cuisine of Xizhou. In addition to the famous Dingsha beef and wine, there are also pancakes from Pingqiu and grilled fish from Baisha.

    "This is Zhanghua's traditional speciality. Kneaded dough, sprinkled with thick cheese, marinated beef cubes and mushrooms, and other things, and then Bake it out, let's try it out."

    An Yinong brought out a thick beef and cheese take-out pie. The pizza method combines local spices and ingredients to make the food with another flavor.

      An unstoppable food storm.

    Guests grabbed the sliced ​​cheese tarts and devoured them with high calorie content. Only Shen Shan, who was born and raised in Zhanghua County, fell into contemplation: when did Zhanghua have such traditional specialties?

    The guests from the prairie were full of praise and expressed their desire to bring this production method back. They have flour, cheese and beef and mutton, but this special spice cannot be found for a while.

    "Don't worry, this spice is the formula of the Shen family, the largest spice family in Zhanghua. When the mutual market opens, there will be more such things."

    Shen Shan raised his head and looked at An Yinong with a kind smile.

    An Yinong nodded slightly to him, although he didn't say anything, but Shen Shan knew that this was telling him that the formula of this spice would become the formula of the Shen family.

    But Shen Shan doesn't know if this is part of the official reward, or the young Zhizhou's own behavior.

    The banquet was held in laughter.

    They not only exchanged food, but also exchanged wine. Although these wines were not high in alcohol, when they drank them one by one, An Yinong was also drunk, and his white face was dyed a touch of red. It was then rendered into the glow of the setting sun by the bonfire.

     During the banquet, the grassland people usually sing and dance, and this time they also burned a bonfire.

     Both young and middle-aged people ran to the campfire and twisted their bodies. The dance of women is soft and the dance of men is strong. The combination is like a mountain and running water, and there is a kind of freedom and enthusiasm.

    They also invited An Yinong to come. Unexpectedly, this young official went up wearing a scarlet official uniform. The firelight printed on his young and handsome face and a bright smile.

    Shen Shan, who was thinking about him, kept looking at him by the bonfire.

    Annun danced and sang with them. They turned around twice, and he had already imitated this song in an unfamiliar language to a score of seven or eight. His singing is clear and high, like a goshawk soaring over this desert oasis.

    The passionate Prairie Pearl was attracted by him, and came to dance with him, but he took a step back and retreated to the young men, politely rejecting such admiration.

    The young male dancers didn't know what was going on, but they handed Aynon a mask made of a wild beast skull with shiny silver tassels hanging from it, moving lightly Soft bells.

    An Yinong knows what this is, a mask that represents identity, and is also a gesture of goodwill from friends from the grassland. He put on the mask, revealing only his chin and lips, and a pair of drunken eyes.

    He danced the same dance as them, but with the strength of men and the softness of women, mixed in the dance crowd, both harmonious and unique.

    Gu Zhengzhong outside the crowd kept looking at him, and An Yinong in the crowd looked back at him from time to time, his eyes warmer than the bonfire.

    An Yinong, who does not speak the language, does not know what he is singing, but Gu Zhengzhong knows that it is a love song for a man to pursue a woman:

    "You are the bright moon on the grassland, falling on my heart..."

    "You are the bright moon of the grassland..." Another voice whispered behind him. Gu Zhengzhong turned his head and saw the head of the Shen family. He was unhappy that his treasure was being peeped at.

    The half-drunk and half-awake An Yinong stretched out his hands and clapped his hands, wearing a bone mask and walking around in circles, suddenly the wood-burning incense of the bonfire brought an elegant Zhongyuan incense, he turned around , saw a familiar smiling face.

    The wind stopped, the fire stopped, and the hustle and bustle of the world faded away.

    An Yinong gently took off the bone mask, and his eyes filled with joy already contained his whole world.