Chapter 2363: Samarkand Lost in the East

The death of a civil servant was not a big deal for Meiergan. As for loyalty, as long as there were enough benefits, he would not worry about not finding loyal ministers.

So he went back to sleep after he told them to investigate the matter.

It was not a good experience to be called to discuss matters in the middle of the night, and everyone left the palace.

But the civil servant suspected of murder was isolated.

Those civil and military officials were staying away from him, as if he was a plague god.

And those who had a good relationship with the murdered civil servant were cursing him loudly.

"I swear you will die soon, you will get the retribution you deserve, you will not live for more than three days!"

In everyone's eyes, this level of curse is similar to the effect of children swearing that they did not steal candy, just coaxing people.

Even the suspect who was cursed did not care, he walked out of the palace and stood on the high steps.

In the small square in front, the servants and guards of each family were waiting, and the torches were blazing, and the faces of the people were flickering.

Everyone got on the horse, and the voices of greetings were everywhere for a while.

The suspect slowly walked to his horse. Two servants were waiting, one holding the horse and the other holding a torch to watch over him.

He slowly got on the horse, his body swayed, and he felt exhausted physically and mentally.

"Go back!"

He could still sleep for a while at home at this moment. Even if he was not sleepy, he felt that he should lie down for a while.

...

Wang Yan slept very well. Even if someone knocked a few times outside the door, he only stopped breathing for a moment and then continued to sleep.

He slept until dawn, then washed his face, but did not rinse his mouth, because most people here did not rinse their mouths. If he rinsed his mouth frequently, his teeth and breath would be different from others.

He did not light a fire in the morning, but only ate half a dry biscuit left over from last night. He almost had his throat cut by the sharp biscuit after it dried out.

After eating the biscuit, he walked out of the house, closed the door very carefully, and finally locked it, as if there was a fortune hidden inside.

Most of the neighbors around went out at this time. Some had family members, so they did not need to lock the door. Most of the others had the same behavior and expression as Wang Yan.

At that time, he brought a "small tribe" to seek refuge with the boss Meiergan, and his men lived nearby. This was also the inevitable reaction of the newcomers.

Samarkand was like a beacon in the dark night, constantly attracting those vagrants and small forces scattered all over the grassland.

These people came here in an endless stream, and Meiergan, who was in urgent need of population replenishment, welcomed them with open arms.

But as more and more people came, the composition became more and more complicated. Conflicts broke out from time to time, petty thefts, and even robbery and murder in the street happened from time to time.

Chaotic Samarkand was not what Meiergan wanted to see, so after catching those criminals, most of them were sent to the army.

The chaotic public security made everyone dare not carry a lot of money when going out, but it was also dangerous to leave it at home. Maybe someone would open the simple lock in a blink of an eye and go in to sweep away everything that could be sold.

Wang Yan turned around and took a look, and saw indifference.

It's none of my business, so I'll just ignore it. If there are thieves who really get in, Wang Yan believes that these people will still be numb and will only say that they didn't see anything afterwards.

Chen Deng brought a few brothers here, which would not arouse any suspicion, because if you want to survive in Samarkand and live well, you must form a group, otherwise you will be the one who is exploited.

Several people walked on the narrow streets of the slums, and the eyes around them were looking at them.

There are several black forces here. When Wang Yan and his friends came, they blackmailed them, but they were rejected forcefully.

Wang Yan's eyes were cold, but Chen Deng stretched out his hand under his neck and pulled it, sneering.

This was a threatening action, and one of the more than ten men on the right couldn't help but pounce on him.

Wang Yan didn't look at this person, but looked over and stared at a Tatar who was surrounded by those men.

The Tatar looked at Wang Yan coldly, and then looked at his men who rushed over.

Bang!

Chen Deng kept punching,

looking at the Tatar man provocatively.

The man who rushed over to provoke him had already fallen to the ground. His forehead had just been hit by Chen Deng's heavy punch and he had lost consciousness.

The men were stunned, and then they forced over after a burst of scolding.

"Are you coming?"

Chen Deng sneered: "If you have the guts, leave the city at night or now, regardless of life or death, do you dare? If you die, your wife will be my woman, do you dare?"

This is the rule on the grassland. If you are killed by your opponent, your wife will become the opponent's maid or woman, and your children will have a high chance of becoming slaves.

"Kill them all!"

The group of men were roaring, and the people around them were instigating them, wishing they could start a big fight right away.

Even two children of seven or eight years old were waving their fists and shouting, and they were also instigating them.

"Kill them all! Steal their women and make their children slaves."

Chen Deng's eyes were full of murderous light, but he had to wait for Wang Yan's instructions.

Wang Yan looked at the people around him, then looked at the Tartar man indifferently and nodded slightly.

Chen Deng laughed loudly, then rushed forward and said ferociously: "Come, either now, or come outside the city, or at night, but you have to pay money, otherwise I will kill you now!"

His eyebrows were beating, and his excitement was beyond words.

There is a kind of people in the world who always walk on the edge of death, but never die.

They will keep trying to kill themselves, for example, Chen Deng is now thinking of fighting ten people alone.

The men began to get angry, they rolled up their sleeves, and looked ready to rush forward and beat Chen Deng to death here.

The death of one person is not a big deal, and the soldiers will not investigate, but the people living nearby will be unlucky, and they will be driven to drag the bodies of the dead out of the city.

"Come back!"

The Tatar man suddenly stopped his men, then stared at Wang Yan coldly and said, "I will remember you."

This is a threat, Chen Deng quietly lowered his head and translated it for Wang Yan.

Wang Yan nodded, pushed the people in front of him away indifferently, and walked out first.

After walking out of this street, Wang Yan said: "The dispute just now was very good. Those people completely regarded us as horse bandits who came to Samarkand to find food. Remember to record it when you go back. If the martial arts side wants it, we must also pass it on ourselves."

There are not many people here. Chen Deng said desolately: "Sir, we are Black Thorns. Will there be no more in the future?"

Black Thorns are the Black Thorns of Emperor Wen Zhu Di. Can loyalty reassure the current emperor?

"Yes."

Wang Yan said: "We came to Samarkand this time because of His Majesty's trust in us. Now that we have almost got the news, we are waiting to rescue those brothers. Even if we have accomplished a great feat, His Majesty will naturally reward us when we go back."

They wandered around the city and found a job of carrying goods before lunch. This was a job they got after they beat off two rival gangs.

After they finished, it was already after lunch. Several people bought cakes on the side, asked for water, and squatted outside to eat.

This is a small market near the city gate.

There are six city gates in the new city, and this is just one of them.

Since the Ming Dynasty cut off trade with Hali, and because the original Tatars and Oirat tribes were defeated by the Ming Dynasty, Samarkand has now become a cripple.

The important town for trade between the East and the West has now lost the East.

So the tax revenue has been reduced a lot, and it is no longer as prosperous as when the old king was in power.

Meiergan was worried about this day and night, but the wild people in the forests farther away were not easy to trade with, and the road was also farther.

So Meiergan was trying to open up farther trade routes, such as Taixi.

Trade routes often have political implications. Passing through means easing, and blocking means hostility.

So Meiergan thought that his attempt was killing two birds with one stone.

If Fang Xing was here, he would definitely tell him that the Taixi people were waiting for this opportunity.

Yes, the Taixi people now want to contact these two countries and tell them that we are friends.

And the basis of this friendship is to have a common opponent.

That behemoth!

Ming Dynasty!

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