Tiantang Splendid

Chapter 2913 West Domain Name City
Changsun Jun got up, carefully tied the horizontal knife around his waist, then took his clothes, some coils and letters, and left the tent.

The oncoming cold wind was mixed with a strong smell of blood, which made people tremble all over.

Dozens of dead men were all standing outside the tent, leading their horses, except for the occasional snort of flattery, there was no sound.

Changsun Jun stepped on the war horse that he personally led, glanced at the dark camp, and said: "Leave a few people, wait for us to leave for half an incense stick, burn the camp clean, and then go to the outside of Damascus to join us, tomorrow morning , let’s go into the city together.”

"Here!"

The dead soldiers obeyed, and immediately left five or six people behind, while the rest got on their horses one after another, drove some of the carriages loaded with silk goods, and slowly set foot on the road behind Changsun Jun. Go to Damascus.

Behind him, the fire illuminated the entire sand dune, and the fire took advantage of the wind to blaze up in an instant.

Several caravans camped nearby were startled immediately, shouting and yelling, they were all Han Chinese caravans, they couldn't just stand by, everyone rushed forward together to put out the fire.However, the tents and goods were all drenched with lamp oil, the weather was dry, and the fire was blown by the wind. How could it be extinguished?Those merchants who wanted to put out the fire could only watch from a distance, beware of the strong wind blowing up the sparks and falling them to their camps...

Changsun Jun turned his head and glanced at it from a distance, then ignored it and just rode his horse forward blindly.

No one here recognizes themselves. Even if they find that the bodyguards are missing from the corpses afterwards, no one can know for certain that they did it. As long as they enter the city of Damascus and spend some money, they can change their identity and become a trader who came from Chang'an. merchants.

No one knows what happened here.

……

When the sky was bright, they finally arrived outside Damascus.

A low city wall surrounds the entire city, surrounded by mountains, which surrounds the place, almost blocks the cold wind, and gathers water sources. It is really a rare geomantic treasure.

Groups of merchants and local people lined up in front of the city gate, and slowly entered the city after undergoing inspection.

While waiting to enter the city, someone came over and asked curiously: "Where is the young master from? It's your first time to do business in Damascus, and I will see you next time."

Changsun Jun turned his head and saw a middle-aged man with rough appearance, wearing a bloated fur, a felt hat on his head, curly beard, light blue eyes, obviously a Hu Shang.

Changsun Jun frowned slightly, and he didn't like this kind of merchants who deal with poles. He said indifferently: "How did you know that this is the first time for you to come to Damascus?"

The Hu businessman laughed and showed his yellow teeth: "Our name is Baimao, the royal family of Qiuci, and now we live in Huaiyuanfang, Chang'an. I know him, but I haven't met the young master, so I ask this question."

Although only Changsun Jun and his own soldiers and dead soldiers were left in the caravan at the moment, there were dozens of people with big arms and waists full of murderous spirits, which is extremely rare among caravans, especially because he made Qin Changgeng's A batch of silk and porcelain were left behind, which made people see something strange.

After all, although silk is precious, for long-distance merchants, porcelain, which is heavy and difficult to transport, is even more valuable.

Only from the fact that the carriage loaded with porcelain was walking on the snow, and the ruts were deeply sunk in the snow, it can be seen that the carriage must be porcelain, and iron wares cannot be transported from Chang'an to Damascus.

Damascus is one of the most famous swords and swords in the world. Damascus knives are famous all over the world, but the horizontal knives of Tang Dynasty are not popular here...

Changsun Jun sighed secretly that he was negligent, so he shouldn't have brought porcelain, and this Imperatae is the royal family of Kucha just by name, and Huaiyuanfang is the place where Hu merchants live in Chang'an City. First, these Hu merchants deal with the dignitaries of the Tang Dynasty all day long. If they know themselves, it will be very bad.

So he didn't want to talk to this white grass, and said with a cold face: "In the past, the elders in the family traded on the Silk Road. This year, the elders got sick, so let me accept the business. I will practice it and understand the details. To enter the city Yes, please take care of yourself."

That Baimao thought that he met a wealthy merchant in Chang'an, and wanted to get close to him, so that he would have someone to take care of him in Chang'an in the future. Many friends have multiple paths. After all, even if a Hu merchant has a lot of money, his status in Chang'an is extremely low. The nobles don't even look at them, but most of these Han merchants are supported by princes and princes...

After touching his nose, Bai Mao had no choice but to retreat aside embarrassingly.

I thought to myself that this kid has a lot of courage, but he is just a merchant, and he is even harder to serve than those princes and princes from aristocratic families...

When Changsun Jun and his party entered the city, he was shocked to find that there were actually two Han Chinese among the soldiers at the city gate.

When he handed over his identity documents, he realized that those black-faced, curly-haired Damascus people did not understand Chinese characters, and there were too many Chinese merchants, so he could only recruit Han soldiers to check the past Han merchants.

One of the Han soldiers looked at Changsun Jun, then lowered his head to examine a stack of documents carefully, then turned around and said something to the Damascus soldiers, and a group of soldiers stepped forward to open all the boxes on the carriage and inspect them one by one.

Just when Chang Sun Jun thought that the soldier was trying to ask for benefits, he heard him say: "Let's enter the city immediately, this is the first time you come to Damascus?"

Changsun Jun quickly said yes, and his subordinates were not slow, took out a few gold locks, and stuffed them into the hands of the soldiers.

The soldier weighed it briefly, and his face was full of smiles: "First go to the government office in charge of trade in the city to report, pay the commercial tax according to the estimated amount, and then trade in the designated area in the east of the city. Remember not to wander around. Otherwise, if you get into trouble, no one can protect you."

"Thank you very much."

Changsun Jun agreed with a lot of voices, and then ordered his followers to drive the carriage, passed through the low doorway, and entered the city of Damascus.

After entering the city, there is a long street in front of you. If you look around, you can see the gate tower in the east, running through the whole city from east to west. The sound is endless, very prosperous.

All kinds of novel buildings are full of Dashi charm and look very unique.

At that time, some local merchants approached them, speaking in extremely awkward Chinese, asking what kind of goods they were selling and whether they needed help.

A few days ago, I learned from Qin Changgeng that these people specialize in running errands for Han merchants, helping them pay taxes, find warehouses for unloading goods, and even help find buyers to earn commissions.

It's just that most of these people are local ruffians, and they often ask for very expensive commissions. If you don't pay them, they will collude with the Damascus government to cause you all kinds of trouble, and even find a reason to confiscate your goods, or even Yu simply charged you with a crime and sent you to prison, so that there was not even a single scum left...

Of course, Changsun Jun was not short of money, and he was too lazy to walk around to accept the face of others, so he said to this person: "Pay the taxes for us, and then find a place to unload the goods."

The man immediately became overjoyed, because there was a business coming, and he hurriedly said: "Your Majesty Abdullah, my brother Azmi is the general who defends the city of Damascus, you chose me, it is the most correct thing! Please follow me I come!"

He saw that Changsun Jun and his party were newcomers and didn't understand the rules. Since you don't ask how much the commission is, then I won't tell you. After the trade, you will ask for a sky-high price. If you go back and refuse to pay, then don't blame me for being black-hearted, hehe ...

Immediately, he led Changsun Jun and his party to the government office located in the city to declare the tax. Special officials inspected the goods and gave an estimate, so the tax was paid in proportion.

As for whether this valuation is reasonable...it all depends on the mood of these officials.

But Changsun Jun didn't care about this. He paid the tax happily and got a token. With this, he had an officially recognized identity in Damascus, and he could set up a stall in the market to trade his own goods.

Abdullah said: "Actually, there is no need to set up a stall in the market. There are too many local merchants there. They will pick and choose with you and squeeze your profits blindly. As long as you are targeted by them, there is nothing else to do." Merchants come to trade with you. I have a lot of contacts in the city and know many merchants, why don't you let me contact you directly with buyers, you can negotiate a good price, and give me some rewards."

(End of this chapter)