lcionline Chapter 294 Stop bragging!
Chapter 294 Stop bragging!
While Ren Hao was hiding in a pit with his face on the ground and his back up to avoid the heavy dust, the Han army who were cleaning the battlefield on the other side were searching everywhere for Ren Hao's whereabouts.
After all, the emperor has already said that he wants to see the person alive or dead.
However, the Han army searched for three days and searched all the places where the Wei River had flown, but in the end they only found the black horse that Ren Hao was riding at the time.
As for Ren Hao’s body, neither was found alive nor dead.
After hearing the news, Wen Yan slammed the table in panic and said, "Ren Hao, are you alive or dead? Can't you just give me some information?"
"Sikong Ren is a lucky man. I believe Sikong Ren is definitely alive. Your Majesty, please be patient and take care of your health." As the old eunuch spoke, he took out a bowl of lotus soup from the tripod box and carefully presented it to Your Majesty, hoping that Your Majesty would eat some rice.
After all, His Majesty has not eaten rice for two days because of this matter.
The first thing His Majesty asks every day when he opens his eyes is whether he has found Ren Hao.
Facing the bowl of soup presented by the old eunuch, Wen Yan was hungry but had no appetite at all.
She took the soup bowl from the old eunuch, put it aside and asked, "Since he is alive, then tell me where he is now?"
"This..." The old eunuch was speechless for a moment.
He is not a god, how can he know where he is.
But in order for His Majesty to have something to eat, the old eunuch thought quickly and risked his life to deceive Wen Yan. Maybe Ren Sikong had no time to mount his horse after igniting the thunderbolt, and was shocked into the Wei River, and then drifted along the Wei River to a small country in the Western Regions.
You must know that the Wei River runs from east to west and passes through many countries in the Western Regions.
"Are you serious?" Wen Yan was skeptical.
"Really?" The old eunuch nodded and said seriously, "Your Majesty, the Han army can't find Ren Sikong no matter how hard they look. They only found the black horse that Ren Sikong rode at that time. So Ren Sikong may have drifted to the Western Regions along the Wei River."
Although what the old eunuch said made sense, Wen Yan was not a fool. How could he not see that the old eunuch was deliberately talking nonsense to comfort himself?
But even so, she was willing to act like a fool this time and not give up any hope.
She immediately asked the old eunuch to summon Xu Qing, and asked Xu Qing to lead 5,000 Beijing cavalry to the Western Regions to search for Ren Hao in various small countries.
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Western Desert.
When the scorching sun broke through the thick clouds and covered the red earth again, pairs of handcuffed arms stretched out from the thick sand.
bah bah bah.
Ren Hao crawled out of the thick sand, spat out several mouthfuls of sand, and greedily took several breaths of fresh and hot air.
He did not drown in the Wei River, but was almost buried in the desert.
Just as Ren Hao was taking a breath, an arm stretched out from the sand not far in front of him, and then the old pavilion chief's voice came from the sand, saying: "Don't rest, kid at the back, hurry up... hurry and give me a hand."
"Old man, you are quite resilient. You are not even buried to death." Ren Hao casually pulled out the old pavilion chief who was buried in the sand.
The old pavilion chief sat on the sand, panting with a red face and thick neck. He stretched out his hand and said, "Quickly...quickly give me some water to drink. If...if there is no water to drink, I might really die."
"You want to drink water, and I also want to drink water." Ren Hao rolled his eyes at the old pavilion chief, but still asked Ma Min in front of him for water.
Not only did Ma Min not give Ren Hao any water, he also whipped him a few times.
In desperation, Ren Hao could only dig up some wet sand and let the old pavilion chief put it in his mouth to sip.
The old pavilion chief was thirsty and had no choice but to do as he was told.
……
Although the desert can be extremely hot during the day, it is also extremely cold at night.
Fortunately, in order to maximize profits and to prevent the most valuable craftsmen from freezing to death, Hu Shang lit a bonfire for Ren Hao and his men to keep them warm. He also asked Ma Min to distribute some bread and water to everyone.
A craftsman can get two cakes of bread, a strong laborer can get one cake of bread, and those who look incompetent like Ren Hao and old men like the old pavilion chief can only get half a cake of bread.
As for the source of water, it is passed down from front to back.
Let the most valuable craftsmen drink their fill first, followed by the strong laborers, and finally it is Ren Hao and his team's turn.
When it was Ren Hao and the old pavilion chief's turn, there were only a few drops of water left in the bag. The old pavilion chief tilted his head back and took great effort to pour out a few drops.
When the bag was handed to Ren Hao, there was not a drop left.
Ren Hao threw the bag away and said to the old pavilion chief who looked like he was dying: "Old pavilion chief, you can speak Hu language, can't you? Please tell the Hu merchant that I am a craftsman who can make fine salt. Ask him to give me enough water. I guarantee that he will make a fortune on the way."
The old pavilion chief immediately rolled his eyes at Ren Hao and said in disbelief, "Stop bragging, kid. If you can really make fine salt, how can you end up like this?"
When the other Wei people heard what Ren Hao said, they all curled their lips and thought that Ren Hao was bragging.
You have to know that the craftsmen who can make fine salt are all employed by the government in the capital. How could they fall into the same situation as them?
"Don't worry about whether I'm bragging or not, just tell him. I'll have a sip of water to drink later, and yours will naturally be included." Ren Hao promised the old pavilion chief.
"Okay, I will trust you this time, but please don't cheat me." The old pavilion chief nodded, stood up and shouted to the Hu merchant who was sitting on the other side roasting fire and eating lamb legs: "Boss, this young man said he can make fine salt and wants to be treated preferentially."
The old pavilion chief pointed at Ren Hao who was sitting next to him.
Before Boss Hu Shang could respond, Ma Min next to him came over with a whip, ready to teach the two talkative people a lesson.
Facing Ma Min who was holding up a whip, the old pavilion chief subconsciously raised his arm.
"Ma Min, wait a moment."
Boss Hu Shang spoke at this time and walked towards him.
"Master, don't listen to their nonsense. The craftsmen who can make fine salt are all in Beijing. How could they fall to this point? They must be trying to cheat you." Ma Min explained to the boss.
But the Hu Shang boss ignored Ma Min and just approached the old pavilion chief with his belly bulging and asked, "Who did you say could make fine salt?"
"Him." The old pavilion chief pointed at Ren Hao.
The Hu boss looked Ren Hao up and down, and finally asked, "Young man, do you really know how to make fine salt? You didn't lie to me."
The old pavilion chief immediately translated the words to Ren Hao.
Ren Hao nodded quickly and said that he knew how to make fine salt.