Full of evil reborn male [Live]

Chapter 128

The Diqiu caravan’s trip to Gehele coincided with a severe snowstorm that had not been encountered in decades. Although fortunately no one died, there were dozens of minor injuries. The cattle and horses and other livestock were even worse. After a few days, only half of them are still alive, and less than [-]% of them can pull carts.

Fortunately, the caravan brought a few carts of briquettes, which were originally intended to be sold to herdsmen as goods, and now they are used for their own use. In addition, Mr. Li brought a cart of coal from Zhezhi Pass. The fuel was sufficient, so he simply sent a few horses. The frozen cows and horses boiled several large pots of broth, and everyone shared it, and the rest was used as reserve food, which was eaten slowly on the road.

Mr. Li modified the shape of a sleigh cart. It is much more convenient to drag the cart on the snow than to use wheels. Put it on the top for spare, in case the snow melts, it will not be troublesome to replace it at that time.

When everything was ready, Master Li led a group of people and set off with Jima. Since Lenker Lake is nearby, wouldn't it be a bad idea to enter the treasure land and return empty-handed?Since the damage to the caravan's manpower is not too bad, if you come from a long distance, you will take a trip. If you wait for the severe winter to come back, you will have to wait at least three or four months. Time will never wait!

A group of people either walked or rode on rebuilt large or small sledges. A unique man like Lao Zhong was too lazy to ride slowly on the snow with everyone else, so he made two sledges and tied them to his boots. On the road, holding two long sticks, leaning left and turning right, he staggered and quickly learned the one-man sled, slipped and disappeared a few times, and ran to the front as a scout.

After the blizzard, there is only a vast expanse of whiteness left in the world.

Li Xian squinted his eyes, and heard Zhong Daxian reminding him to put something on his eyes to prevent snow blindness. He hurriedly reminded everyone to protect themselves, and everyone pulled the linen cloth or mask to half cover their eyes.

Sliding and walking on the snow, the speed was much faster. After walking for more than an hour, bypassing the snow-covered, snake-like bare continuous low hills, a huge white lake suddenly jumped into everyone's eyes.

If you look carefully, the lake is not pure white, but a light blue color. The lake water is extremely shallow, and you can see the white bottom of the lake, which makes the whole lake appear to be light white.

Surrounding the lake is a patch of rough white "gravel", undulating like frozen waves, but not snow.The waves of white sand surround the shallow lake, like a rough long veil thrown away on this snowy plateau.

With a wave of Li Xian's hand, the whistle sounded, and the whole team slowly stopped.

"That is the head scarf of the goddess. After being defiled by the white goat demon, it was discarded here and turned into poisonous sand and evil salt. Only when the spring is warm and the flowers bloom, the goddess pities the herdsmen on the grassland, and will turn it into precious good salt again. .”

Gemma got off the sleigh, explained to the Han "Mudus" respectfully, then knelt down towards the White Lake, put her hands under her forehead, and bowed reverently.

[Evaporation and crystallization in summer, cooling and crystallization in winter, so "salt in summer, alkali in winter" is no problem! 】Zhong Daxian explained casually.

Just as he was talking, Lao Zhong was driving his one-man sleigh like a ghost, and flew up to Mr. Li with a "swish", splashing a lot of snow. The ground was covered with snow, and Mr. Li did not get half of it on his body.

Lao Zhong's nose was not his nose, and his eyes were not eyes at the son of a bastard who was born outwardly. While spitting, he grabbed the small bag on his waist with one hand and threw it over, shouting: "What the hell is the salt lake?" , Bah! Bah! It's all bitter and salty evil salt!"

Zhongheng stretched out his hand to fish it, took the bag of "bitter salt" and handed it to Mr. Li.

Li Xian opened it and saw that it was a bag of pure white gravel-like crystals. It must be Lao Zhong who heard him talking about the salt lake and excitedly headed to the lake to collect these. He probably tasted some, cough, alkali and salt, then Taste, tsk tsk!

He whispered to Zhong Daxian, "Is it poisonous after eating?"

[It’s okay to taste a little, rinse your mouth and drink more water, so as not to hurt your throat and stomach.This alkali is very pure, and it is a good thing. 】

Li Xian nodded with a smile, put the alkali bag in his arms happily, and handed the water bag to Zhong Heng, signaling him to let the old man drink it.

With soda ash, can glass be far behind?With salt, can money go far?

This lake is both salt and alkali, it really is a treasure lake!

After a short rest, Li Xian asked everyone to get up and go on the road. This saline-alkali lake is so big, with countless saline-alkali, and the caravan consists of three to four hundred people, both tired and wounded. How much can they collect even if they work hard for a day to collect?Of course, it is still the right way to be a caravan, go to the tribe to trade with the chiefs, and exchange the "worthless" salt and alkali with the high-quality goods from the Central Plains.

Most of the chieftains are slaves. Taking advantage of the severe winter season when they can't graze, they just let the slaves collect "evil salt" so as not to waste food in vain to feed the humble slaves.In this way, the slaves will suffer heavy casualties, and the enemies will also have deep grievances. One day, there will be chaos. What does this have to do with the Han Chinese caravans?

Li Xian didn't have the slightest bit of extra benevolence for the Manhus. Only when they were subdued and beaten to the ground, these wolves on the grassland would obediently become domestic dogs.

If you think that everything will be fine if the manhu surrenders, the repeated betrayal of the jackal Guta in the previous life is a lesson from the past.

Now that Di Qiu in Li Xian's hands is fledgling, it is naturally a daydream to say that he wants to sweep away the smell, but this does not prevent him from quietly and slowly changing something with his conspiracy.

After walking for more than half an hour, Lord Li led the caravan to the Aohan Department.

From a long distance, you can see a large stretch of tents and earthen houses. A few sacred banners are raised high. Gold, red, and navy blue brocade cloth is woven with colorful patterns and hangs on it. Dirty, although it is luxurious, it looks old and desolate.

Some tribal warriors came up to stop the caravan vigilantly and asked, although the Han people's things are good, but there are many majestic warriors in the caravan who have seen blood.

Jima went up to meet him, pulled the skirt of one of the curly-haired men's leather jackets, wept loudly, and pointed at the caravan while wiping away tears.

The tribal warriors gathered around her, obviously they recognized the daughter of the head of the Pema tribe. Hearing her cry, they were all filled with righteous indignation and howled. The curly-haired warrior even pulled out his dagger and shouted loudly. Then, he rolled up his sleeves and slashed his arm fiercely, bleeding profusely, and he rushed towards Li Xian's car viciously with the bloody knife.

The corner of Zhong Heng's eyes twitched, he stood proudly, and drew his long knife out of its sheath!It is like a dense iron tower guarding the treasure.

Lao Zhong sneered with his sword in his hand, and the black armor soldiers stood in awe, their murderous aura suddenly rose.

Li Xian gently put his hand on Zhongheng's arm, and whispered: "It's okay. Let him come over."

The baby just listened to Gemma's story, vowed to avenge the beauty, and came to "thank" the messenger of Mudus for saving his sweetheart.

This savage boy may not be completely convinced of the nonsense of some god envoy, but he also knows how to build a mighty image of himself in front of the man his sweetheart admires, probably thinking that if he can scare him, the benefactor of the Han, to the ground, the beauty will not Will not put him in the eyes so much.

snort!Was it for nothing that you practiced the Thunder God technique when you were a Li Daddy? !

The curly-haired man was already shivering when Zhong Heng drew the saber, and under the pressure of the black armored army, the cold sweat oozed from his forehead, and his thighs were a little weak.He was originally a well-known brave son of Wuhan in the tribe. At this moment, he couldn't get off the tiger, and his heart was broken. He simply gritted his teeth and walked past the purge of the Black Armored Army step by step, and walked directly to the leader of the Han people.

He stiffened his neck not to look at the vicious man next to him, raised his head to look directly at the white and tender Han leader, put the dagger across his chest for defense, and said: "I am Du Zhe, Jima said that your people saved her, My Aohan tribe will surely report. Gemma said that you are the messenger of 'Mudus' on the earth, but I don't believe it. Anyone who dares to speak nonsense on behalf of God will be burned to death—"

Before Du Zhe finished his threatening words, he saw the white and tender Han kid suddenly smile brightly, tore off the thick glove, and raised his small jade white hand, a blue light flashed past.

"what--"

Du Zhe felt countless shining stars flying towards him, and a sharp pain and itching came from the dagger on his chest, and his whole body twitched.Amidst his screams, the dagger in his hand "fluttered" and fell to the ground lightly.

The stinging pain came and went even faster, Du Zhe's whole body trembled, and when he opened his eyes, he realized that the dagger on the ground had become a scorched black mass.

He squatted down dumbfoundedly, and just as his trembling hand touched the charred dagger wreckage, the "dagger" broke into several pieces. When he raised his head, the god made the Han people laugh, and there was still lightning jumping in his hand...

Seeing Du Zhe suddenly convulsed and screaming, the men from the surrounding tribes surrounded him with uneasy expressions, even though they did not see the Han people making a move. Du Zhe was stunned for a moment, then suddenly knelt down, prostrated himself on the ground, and hissed Howled: "Mudus!"

The barbarians were stunned, at a loss for a while, but when they saw the most white and tender Han man, he raised his hand lightly and waved——

After the lightning flashed, the thick snow around him was wiped out, and a dense mist drifted past, revealing the withered yellow grass.

A group of seven or eight prairie men, with their tiger bodies trembling together, fell on the ground and shouted reverently: "Mudus—"

Gemma stood proudly beside the envoy, and sang the ballad about Mudus again. The crowd surrounded the "envoy" and walked towards the tent of the head of Aohan.

The new head of the Aohan tribe is naturally not as simple-minded as the herdsmen.

Zanbahe was originally the second son of the old man.

He has an older brother whose mother was taken captive by the old man, and the eldest son was born half a year later. Such an "eldest son" cannot inherit the tribe, but Zambakhe also has several annoying younger brothers, the youngest brother Ke Ge Not only being loved by the old man, but also conforming to the tradition of "young sons keeping the birth" on the grasslands, he is his great enemy.

Fortunately, the old man couldn't last longer, and his elder brother died of illness. Of course, Zambahe would not let his father go on the reincarnation road so lonely, so he immediately sent his younger brother to accompany him.It was precisely because of this that the brothers were arguing endlessly. He swore an oath and promised a large pasture and thousands of cattle and sheep to barely secure the position of leader.

The damned wolves of the Namuyi tribe took this opportunity to snatch away and kill the "fat sheep" in his circle!

Fortunately, with the blessing of Mudus, when the Namuyi tribe raided the Beima tribe, heavy snow fell from the sky, causing them to suffer heavy casualties, and the most ferocious wolf was even killed by his cousin.

Zamba clasped his hands together, chanted the name of God in his mouth, and bowed his eyes. Could this too young Han man in front of him really be the emissary of Mudus?

The majesty of the envoy cannot be doubted, and the majesty of the envoy is earth-shattering.

It took another 1000 to ask Zhong Daxian to add some dazzling and bluffing light effects to the lightning, and even the fierce and treacherous leader would kneel down.

[tsk!The world is going downhill, people's hearts are not old!Why do the ancients make things difficult for the ancients, look at your two slaps that scare people, give them a sweet date, I guess this Ao Hanbu is your devout follower of Immortal Li. 】

Zhong Daxian also sighed with emotion, the apprentice learned too quickly, and was proficient in tricks, tricks, tricks, and tricks, it became more and more difficult to fool.

Li Xian ignored Zhong Ke's sour words, pointed his fingers and smiled kindly, like a god like a Buddha, and caressed the top of Zamba He's head, a very thin electric current shot through a certain brain nerve, dopamine was secreted rapidly, Zamba He The headman knelt on the ground, tears streaming down his face, excited and moved.

God!I just met your real messenger today.