Chapter 1138
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Since he had nothing to do, Zhang Feng curiously asked, "Old Chen, do you know what's going on with those Turkic slaves in the army? They seem to have just been sent here. "
"You can even tell?"
Zhang Feng rolled his eyes. 'I'm not a fool. I really can't tell. What do you take your brother for? ' Chen Yaojin laughed and told Wang Zhong the whole story.
During this period of time, more and more soldiers had been garrisoned in the Lanzhou and Liangzhou camps, even extending to Qiuci City. However, with more people, more military supplies were transported. This also attracted the attention of the Turks who were pacing back and forth on the east side of the hall.
They were also short on supplies, and they didn't even have enough to eat. When they saw a long line of caravans, there were naturally people who were willing to take the risk. The ones who were caught were a group of Turkic scouts.
Half a month ago, according to Old Chen, his camp had been ambushed by these people. After sacrificing more than 30 people, Old Chen's subordinates had finally managed to kill these Turks. Even so, these people were still lying on the salt bags like mad dogs, crazily eating the salt one handful after another.
They also lacked salt. Cheng Yaojin had kept the price of salt at one yuan per catty. Moreover, there was a price but no supply. How could this not cause resentment among the people?
Cheng Yaojin opened up the supply of vinegar cloth and a small amount of fine salt to eat. At least it had the taste of salt. Anyway, the common people usually didn't eat much salt. The purpose of this was to strictly prevent the Turks and the streamers from causing trouble and spreading this precious thing. After all, the salt sold to the public at this time was poisonous. This was something only a few of them knew. If the matter of these years was spread out, it would be big trouble.
Therefore, Cheng Yaojin did not care about anything else and kept these people here. In this regard, Zhang Feng also faintly felt that the Turks lacked salt. The Turks' geographical location was very special, belonging to the high-altitude plateau.
No one could last more than a few days in a high-intensity activity. Moreover, the situation was unclear at this time, and the Tang Army had dispatched so many troops to sneak here. In order to survive, these Turks were originally good at long-range raids, so they had evil thoughts. They took the risk out of desperation, and when Cheng Yaojin and the others were not paying attention, they were able to take advantage of the loophole.
However, they didn't expect that this group of caravans was actually the transport team of the officials of the Tang Dynasty. Those who could escort the officials were all good men in the army. In this battle, Cheng Yaojin lost more than thirty people. One could imagine how tragic this battle was. According to Cheng Yaojin, only a few of the seven Turkic fishermen were left alive. They even knew how to open a trap and brought them back. As for the rest, regardless of whether they were crippled or not, they were all killed. Thus, the scene that her husband saw in the camp happened. Living in a peaceful world, when had she ever experienced such a tragedy?
That was more than a hundred fresh lives!
Just because of a mouthful of salt and a mouthful of rice, they lost their lives. In Zhang Feng's view, this was simply inconceivable. For him, not to mention a jin of salt, even 2000 jin of one yuan was only worth two to three thousand yuan in the future. Even if it broke the sky, it would only be worth four to five thousand yuan.
More than a hundred Turks were all killed for this thing. Zhang Feng didn't think that the other dozen people who fell into Old Chen's hands could survive safely. After all, Old Chen was only a businessman. The real power to execute these people was in the hands of the two great generals in the army.
However, even if one's head was cut off, it would only be a scar the size of a bowl. Why did rich people cherish their lives more? As the saying goes, the richer you are, the more afraid of death. This was an eternal truth. Poor people lived a life of suffering. If they couldn't even bear this, there was no need for them to live.
They couldn't stay in the house anymore. There were two big chimneys. God knew how long they had been smoking in the house. At this time, after smoking two cigarettes, Zhang Feng was so choked that he couldn't speak. He hurriedly went out to see the sun. He simply lay on the grass and looked up at the clouds in the sky that came and went in a hurry. Seeing this, Cheng Yaojin and Yuchi Gong smiled and lay on the grass and looked up at the sky like Zhang Feng.
The sky around Xi 'an in the Tang Dynasty was very pure. There wasn't a trace of pollution. It was as pure as a newborn baby. The sky was so blue that it was a little dark. The clouds in the sky were like a bunch of cotton ready to fight in the air. When the wind blew, the clouds would ripple.
Looking at the deep black, there was a sense of vicissitudes of mystery in the dark blue. Unlike in the future, it was extremely rare to see a trace of blue in the sky of Xi 'an. Not to mention Xi' an, it was also extremely rare to see such a pure blue sky in other places.
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