Early the next morning, Chen Mo asked Wang Biao to stay and look after the carriages and horses, and brought Dian Wei, Hao Zhao and two guards with them into the city. The military strength was not great, and the city walls were in disrepair, the houses in the city were not neat, and the streets

From time to time, you can see barbarians wearing tight-sleeved bunts. Chen Mo, who is dressed in a Confucian robe, has a somewhat different feeling here.

"Hao Zhao, can you change your name? I don't even dare to call you that." Dian Wei pulled Hao Zhao over as he walked, glanced at Chen Mo and whispered in a low voice.

Although he tried to lower his voice as much as possible, Chen Mo couldn't hear it because of his deep voice, but he didn't care about it. Although it was indeed a bit awkward, he couldn't force his subordinates to change their words just because of this. This was a big deal.

"This... my father has asked someone to help." Hao Zhao said shyly, "It's just that my mentor has passed away and I can't find anyone with high moral standards for a while."

"Why don't you ask your boss to name you one?" Dian Wei couldn't help but let go of his voice when he heard this, letting Chen Mo hear it.

However, Chen Mo didn't answer this. Although he also felt that Hao Zhao was a malleable talent, the relationship hadn't reached this point yet, so he could only pretend that he didn't hear it.

Hao Zhao's eyes lit up, Chen Mo was not just a prince with military power, but a prince, no matter how big he was, there would always be people who looked down upon him. But in addition to this status, Chen Mo was also known as a child prodigy from Luoyang.

, Wen Neng discusses the past and the present with the great scholars of the time, sits down to discuss Tao, and Wu Neng strategizes and fights decisively on the battlefield.

Especially as the current Lord of Bingzhou, Chen Mo's deeds are now widely spread in Bingzhou. Although Chen Mo is about the same age as Hao Zhao, Hao Zhao has an inexplicable admiration for Chen Mo.

It would definitely be a great honor for Hao Zhao if Chen Mo could help him pick the characters. Unfortunately, Chen Mo obviously didn't mean it.

The group of people walked along the main street. Unlike the Han market, there were very few people here actively hawking, whether they were barbarians or Han people.

"Brother Chen, why do you want to buy a few Hu slaves?" A fellow merchant asked with a smile when he saw Chen Mo standing at the place where people were selling people and looking at the slaves.

"I'm a little curious. This man's skin seems to be black. How can he grow like this?" Chen Mo shook his head and looked at the slave in front of him with a smile. This slave is quite interesting. His body is a little thin, but judging from his skeleton,

, but he is quite burly, with many whip marks visible on his body, and his expression is a little depressed.

Unlike the grassland people who don't bathe all year round, the person in front of him seems to have a naturally darker complexion than ordinary people. Chen Mo, a native of the Western Regions, has seen people in Luoyang who have very white skin and very voluptuous figures. There is no such thing.

"When you put it like that, it's really rare." The merchant heard this and looked at the slave Chen Mo was staring at. The bald head is sinful for the Han people who believe that the body's hair and skin are inherited from the parents, but the shiny forehead is all black.

Yes, if you look at it from physiognomy, this is more than just a blackening of the heavens. Your whole body is black.

"This slave is worth two sheep!?" The merchant originally wanted to buy it back, but when he saw the two sheep painted on the wooden sign beside him, he suddenly stared and said, "Who wants such a slave?"

"If you want it, buy it; if you don't want it, get out!" The slave seller was a Xianbei man, speaking half-baked Chinese to the crowd.

"Hey, say it again!?" Dian Wei grabbed the Xianbei man's head and lifted him up from the ground.

"Wow~"

When many vendors around saw this move, a group of people rushed out, each holding a sharp knife and looking at everyone with unkind expressions.

"Don't be impulsive." Chen Mo waved his hand and signaled Dian Wei to let go. He looked at the angry Xianbei merchant and said in Xianbei dialect: "My general has a bad temper, but this person is quite interesting. I want it, but I

If I don’t have a sheep, can I exchange it for silk cloth?”

"Silk cloth?" The Xianbei merchant glanced at the bald slave with a somewhat unlucky look, nodded and said, "I want half a piece."

"No, I can only give you three feet." Chen Mo pinched the slave's ears and said: "This man looks like he has not eaten for a long time and is starving to death. If he is still strong, half a horse is fine, but now this

He looks like this, if he dies, what use will I have here?"

"No, but what you said is right." The Xianbei merchant twisted his neck and glared at Dian Wei.

"Because I respect brave and upright warriors very much. In my eyes, Xianbei warriors are very upright, so I learned the Xianbei language." As he spoke, Chen Mo sighed.

"Three feet is three feet. I like you as a Han." The Xianbei merchant hesitated for a moment and then agreed directly. Then he pointed at Dian Wei and said, "This guard of yours is also a warrior."

On the grassland, strength is valued, and it is easy for a warrior with infinite strength like Dian Wei to gain favor.

"Boss, what did this guy say?" Dian Wei looked at Chen Mo doubtfully.

"He said he likes you, bring me three feet of silk." Chen Mo glanced at Dian Wei and said.

Dian Wei frowned and glanced at the Xianbei businessman. When he saw the other person nodding and smiling at him, he frowned and didn't say anything. Why don't you reach out and hit the smiling person? It doesn't matter how you feel when someone likes you, it would be bad if you do it again. Dian Wei

Wei was the kind of person who would take advantage of the soft but not the hard, but he was a little embarrassed in his heart, why are these barbarians so mean?

After the exchange with the other party, the dark-skinned slave was regarded as Chen Mo's. The shackles were removed and tied with a rope and handed over to Chen Mo.

"Master, why did you buy such a thing?" Dian Wei looked at the dark-skinned bald man with a decadent face in front of him, a little disgusted, but also a little curious.

"I can't tell. I heard from the Xianbei merchant just now that he is quite smart and almost ran away several times, but he was caught again in order to save his friends. Let's loosen his bonds." Chen Mo looked at the dark skin and smiled.

"There is some loyalty!" Dian Wei nodded and helped the dark-skinned man loosen his ties: "Where is his friend?"

"He's dead. He was shot during the arrest." Chen Mo shook his head, feeling a little regretful. No matter where he is, people like this who are willing to take risks for their friends will be admired.

"What a pity." Dian Wei patted the dark-skinned shoulder and said, "Hey, what's your name?"

The dark-skinned man looked at Dian Wei blankly. When the restraints were loosened, he took a few steps back and looked at the people warily.

Chen Mo found a noodle cake from everyone's luggage and a water bag from Hao Zhao. He looked at the dark-skinned man and stretched out his hand forward and said with a smile: "Eat something?"

He said it again in Chinese and Xianbei. The other party obviously didn't understand it very well, but Chen Mo understood what he meant. He silently took two steps forward, took the water bag and flour cake, looked at Chen Mo, lowered his head and started to eat.

"Which of you can speak the language of the Western Regions?" Chen Mo turned to look at everyone.

Including the guide, everyone shook their heads in confusion. The Western Regions are too far away from here. No one has been in contact with them, let alone understands their language. Moreover...it seems that most countries in the Western Regions speak Chinese.

"Let's go." Chen Mo shook his head and continued walking forward.

"Then this person..." Dian Wei glanced at the dark-skinned man.

"Follow if you want. If you don't want to, don't make things difficult for others." Chen Mo shook his head. He bought this man on a whim. He was also curious about his origins, but he never thought about adding a slave.

Dian Wei nodded, thought for a while, and then took another bag of bread to the other party before leaving with Chen Mo.

The dark-skinned man held the flour cake and followed a group of people silently while eating. Chen Mo walked around the city. The most sold goods here were animal skins and tendons, and few weapons. The Han people mainly used salt.

Mainly food and cloth.

Occasionally, there will be fights, but it seems to be a common thing in this city. In this city, where Hu and Han live together, new rules have gradually formed.

It’s just that Chen Mo thought about it and discovered that this kind of rule can only be applied in this kind of lawless land. Chen Mo doesn’t know what the territory of the Xiongnu and Xianbei is, but at least in the Han family, this kind of rule is not feasible, and

The rules here are just prototypes. If you are allowed to manage such a city, you must first be bound by laws, and then the decisions must be fair. But this is an unpalatable thing for both sides. If there is no external intervention for a long time, it may form a set of rules.

New law, but obviously this is not possible.

"My boss, the dark-skinned guy is still following them." Dian Wei came to Chen Mo and pointed behind him. The dark-skinned guy kept following them but didn't take the initiative to come forward and speak, which was a bit puzzling.

"I'll go back to the camp in a while. If he still follows me, I'll bring him to see me." Chen Mo looked back at the dark-skinned man and said.

"Here!" Dian Wei nodded in agreement.

Soon, when they returned to the camp, the dark-skinned man was brought over by Dian Wei without any intention of struggling too much.

"I am the boss!" Chen Mo pointed at himself, looked at the dark skin and smiled.

Black Skin grabbed the grain bag Dian Wei gave him. Although he was full, he was obviously afraid of being hungry again.

"I..." The dark-skinned man was not stupid. He thought for a moment, then pointed at himself and said, "Batagan!"

"Batagan?" Chen Mo thought for a while. Among the Hu people, someone with his own name is considered a person. Generally, only tribal leaders and their families have their own surnames and first names. However, this person is obviously not a Huns, and he is not a Huns.

I'm not from Xianbei, so I don't know if this theory applies to him.

Chen Mo unfolded the bamboo slips, wrote down the owner, pointed at himself, and then wrote down Batagan and pointed at the other party.

The other party obviously did not recognize the Chinese characters, so he nodded and then shook his head.

"I'm from the Han Dynasty!" Chen Mo thought for a moment, drew a rough map of the Han Dynasty on his name, and pointed to the direction.

Batagan looked at Chen Mo blankly.

It is very difficult to teach a person who does not understand Chinese at all, and there is no common language that can bridge the gap between the two parties, but Chen Mo enjoys it. This is another language in the Han Dynasty, the grasslands and even outside the Western Regions. It may represent
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