Tomb Robber: I, Chen Yulou, am dedicated to cultivating immortality!

Once entering the city.

Chen Yulou and his companions went straight to the old Qinlou where they had been last time.

They had such a large formation, with hundreds of people, and the team stretched for three to five miles. As soon as they passed Qiangwu Ridge, there was a response from the ancient city.

Although Kunmo City nominally belongs to Dongjiang.

But in the Western Regions there is no distinction between east and west, only north and south.

According to geographical division, it is considered the Northern Xinjiang.

The northern border has been plagued by bandits since ancient times.

The ancient cities along the way are better. Although the military has long been in disrepair due to the current chaos, there are still soldiers stationed there, and the high walls and gates make it possible to come and go freely.

But those scattered villages are not so comfortable.

As the old saying goes, thieves pass by like a comb, and soldiers pass by like a rake.

Those demon kings rode past on their horses, killing people without blinking an eye.

Therefore, even though Kunmo City is not big and there is only one garrison in the city, in the environment of the northern border, even if you are just eating and drinking, you still have to be vigilant.

I saw the team heading straight for the ancient city.

For a while.

Fire sentries were sounded on the city gates.

Dozens of people were called to defend the city.

fine……

In the end it was a false alarm.

Checked the team's guide.

Adding the toll that Hua Maguai had prepared early on, the garrison officer, who was originally angry, almost had his mouth stretched to his ears.

Then he brought a group of people with him.

He personally escorted them into the city.

Hua Maguai is no longer surprised by this.

Traveling north and south, money paves the way.

This saying "money makes the world go round" is not just a simple saying.

And the situation at the city gate.

The news soon reached everyone's ears.

The common people in the city basically go to sleep when it gets dark, so they don’t know about these things. But it’s different for the rich people in the city, as their roots are all here.

What if the Demon Lord really came and killed us?

The common people are not exploited or oppressed. They are just lambs to be slaughtered and fish on the chopping board.

It is no exaggeration to say that they are the ones who support the garrison in the city.

After all, lives are at stake.

Spend some money to buy peace of mind.

Not until the servant brought back the news that everything was fine did the group feel relieved and continued to close the door and continue to spend their time drinking and having fun.

But same message.

But when the merchants who run inns and restaurants hear this, it sounds quite different.

This is the God of Wealth.

Hundreds of people, eating, drinking, defecating, urinating, clothing, food, housing and transportation, which one of them does not cost money?

If only I could eat this.

It’s enough to match the busyness of several months or even a year on weekdays.

However, when Chen Yulou returned to his old place, he only wanted to go to Lao Qinlou to try the authentic northern Shaanxi cuisine and preferably have a few jars of millet wine.

In the past, he had no interest in rice wine.

But after I tasted the authentic millet wine here last time, more than a month has passed and I can't help but miss it.

Wait for a group of people to pass through the city and alleys.

From a distance, I could see a group of waiters waiting outside Lao Qin Building.

Who else could the first person wearing a long robe and smiling be but Shopkeeper Wu?
Seeing them, Shopkeeper Wu came forward with a smile, "It really is Shopkeeper Chen. I just heard from my subordinates that Old Wu couldn't believe it."

"Hello, Shopkeeper Wu."

"Chen has been eyeing your family for a long time."

Chen Yulou smiled.

For a Han Chinese to be able to do business to this extent in the Western Regions, thousands of miles away, where he is unfamiliar with the place, it would be impossible without some means.

You can see it from the way you treat people.

"Don't worry, Shopkeeper Chen. The private room upstairs has already been prepared. The food will be served as soon as you arrive."

Shopkeeper Wu welcomed the group into the building with a smile.

"it is good."

"It's rare that Shopkeeper Wu still remembers Mr. Chen's preferences."

Enter the arranged private room.

Just sit down according to the order of priority.

Soon, all kinds of food were served to the table like flowing water.

Chen Yulou took a casual look and found that they were indeed the dishes that they had praised so much last time.

Even big customers.

But after such a long time, I can still remember clearly what I said that day.

There is a reason why we can gain a foothold here.

"Manager Wu, please don't stand there."

"No, no, Shopkeeper Chen, enjoy your meal."

He watched all the dishes with his own eyes. After all the dishes were served, Manager Wu brought another pot of wine and toasted to everyone present before saying goodbye with a smile.

His business is to welcome and see off guests.

A pair of eyes sharper than anyone else's.

How could one not see that the shopkeeper Chen in front of him was no ordinary person? Especially the temperament he possessed, which could not be cultivated without being in a high position for a long time.

And a team of hundreds of people.

Being able to sit at the same table with him and eat.

The others must not be insignificant figures either.

Offer a glass of wine, say a few nice words, and then leave the space for them to eat and drink quietly. If they need anything, just give him a call and he will push the door and come in.

This is how you treat your big customers.

Pay attention to the details.

Make guests feel comfortable in every aspect.

Even if you only do this one business trip, by building personal connections and making some personal connections, you can have an extra way out in the future.

downstairs.

The guys also came in one after another.

The entire Lao Qin Lou was brightly lit and packed with people. There were so many people that Shopkeeper Wu had to temporarily rent out the restaurant next door.

In other words, he is usually a nice person.

Otherwise, we would definitely not be able to cope with today's situation.

The purchasing guys were sent out in a stream.

He temporarily invited almost all the chefs in the city who could cook Hunan and Sichuan cuisine.

now.

Shopkeeper Wu stood on the stairs, looking at the lively scene, but he was not too excited. Instead, he felt indescribable fatigue.

It took less than half an hour.

Do this step.

He is not bragging, there is no one else like him in the entire Kunmo City.

the other side.

Pat is almost as busy as him.

Now it was night and the sky was dark, but he had no intention of stopping. He was taking Hua Maguai, picking up the bill, and leading the camel, going from house to house.

There were a total of one hundred and thirty-five camels.

Three were lost on the way.

The other seven suffered injuries of varying severity.

He needs to explain all these clearly to each party, including how to assess the damage and how to compensate.

Things that seem trivial can be the most troublesome.

Fortunately, this young master named Hua was indeed generous and magnanimous, which saved us a lot of trouble.

But even so.

It took him two or three hours to run with about a hundred camels.

Wait until you leave from the last one.

Looking up outside, Kunmo City was almost silent. Every household had closed their doors and windows, and the entire ancient city had fallen into silence.

"flower……"

"Old man, just call me kidnapper."

Seeing him speak, Hua Maguai hurriedly spoke.

"Well, thank you for accompanying me all the way. I, an old man, am going to the master's house too."

Pat stammered, and finally did not dare to call out the word "knave". He just wiped the sweat from his forehead. It was clearly the coldest time of the year, but he was sweating all over.

However, Pat didn't care.

Even thinking about what will happen next, his cloudy eyes are filled with light.

"it is good."

Hua Maguai also secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Finally got this thing done.

There is no need to delay it until tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, delaying the next trip.

Hearing the excitement in Pat's tone, he thought for a moment and then immediately responded, "Congratulations, old man, you are free."

"Would you like me to accompany you?"

"No... No, it's not a big deal to just take down the contract. You've been running all day, so you should go back and rest early."

Pat waved his hands.

It may seem like a small matter, but for him, he has been waiting for this day for more than fifty years.

How many fifty years do we have in our life?
Especially for people like him, who are destined to work like cows and horses for their masters since birth, and their lives are even worse than those of cows and horses.

After all, a cow or a horse is worth at least two bags of salt.

And these people.

It's the gravel on the ground, the snow on the mountain, and the weeds in the soil.

Even if he was beaten to death by his master, no one would say a word. Even he himself did not expect that when he was old and buried up to his neck in the earth, he would still have such an opportunity.

A contract of sale.

Just get it.

You can gain freedom yourself.

Even if there is a high probability that you will still be at the bottom of the market in the future, at least there is hope, right?

Future generations will no longer have to be born as slaves like him.

But being able to be an upright person.

What does it matter if life is hard and tiring?
Pat declined Hua Maguai's companionship and tightly grasped the account book, a bag of silver, and the last seventeen camels, and rushed towards the city.

Obviously, he was extremely tired.

I have back pain all over my body.

But Pat walked faster and faster, and he felt the wind under his feet and his whole body was indescribably light and comfortable.

A quarter of an hour’s journey.

In less than five minutes, the journey was over.

Approaching the outside of the earthen building, Pat knocked on the door cautiously a few times, as usual. Even when the gatekeeper opened the door and let him in with an impatient look on his face, he still smiled apologetically.

Drive the camels to the backyard, feed them grass, and fill the water trough with clean water.

Watching a few old friends eat their fill.

He then washed his hands, took the account book, and went to the master's courtyard.

As expected, I was troubled several times along the way.

The master's family had a strict hierarchy, and slaves like him were at the bottom of the hierarchy. They were often looked down upon and bullied, and were not even qualified to enter the building where the master lived.

After he explained seriously, she secretly slipped him a silver coin.

That was his savings from his frugal life.

However, this trick really works. The housekeeper, who originally said that the master had rested and asked him to come again tomorrow, immediately changed his words and went upstairs.

Push the door open and go in.

Not long after.

His figure reappeared in the attic corridor and waved to Pat below.

Seeing this, Pat didn't dare to delay any longer. He lowered his pace as much as possible and hurried upstairs quickly.

By opening a corner of the door.

He glanced quickly out of the corner of his eye.

The floor was covered with precious hand-woven carpets, and there were colored glass cups brought back from Central Asian countries. There were lanterns on the tables, illuminating the surroundings, and the aroma of wine mixed with spices filled the air.

It seemed as if even the air was filled with a sense of luxury.

On the finest snow leopard skin recliner.

A man in his forties was half leaning forward, holding a wine glass in his hand. Several girls were dancing around him, chatting and laughing.

Pat didn't dare to look any further.

He just bent over and walked quickly inside.

His head was about to drop to the ground, and when he got close, he fell to his knees with a thud.

He took a few deep breaths and explained the whole story.

The man finally showed a serious look on his face. He waved his hand and immediately a girl came forward and took the account book and purse from him.

"Things went well."

Taking it in his hand, the man shook the bag, weighed the number, and a hint of satisfaction flashed in his eyes.

You can get so much money in just one trip.

He definitely wants more of this kind of business.

It was a rare moment of praising Pat.

He hurriedly and carefully stated his request.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, the whole room suddenly became silent.

The butler following behind him suddenly raised his head, looking surprised.

Free?!

He had been in his master's house for many years, but he had never seen anyone truly escape from slavery. Even he himself did not dare to hope for it.

This old guy is really crazy.

After a trip to the Western Regions, he dared to make such a request to his master. He was not afraid that his master would get angry and drag him to the backyard to kill him and feed the dogs.

The Tibetan mastiffs kept by their owner.

Very fierce.

Eating people is nothing.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sneer on his face, as if he had already seen the scene of his master's thundering rage.

Unfortunately.

I should have known this old guy was seeking death.

I should have asked him for more when I went upstairs just now.

After living for decades, I should have some savings.

The sudden silence made Pat feel as if he had fallen into an icy cave. He knelt on the ground, trembling all over.

Even the dancing girls noticed something was wrong and they all shut up, not daring to speak.

"Oh, I remember now. I did mention it at that time."

Fortunately.

The man thought about it and finally remembered this.

"Yes Yes Yes."

Hear this.

Pat finally dared to breathe a sigh of relief and nodded repeatedly.

"Master Ben is in a good mood today."

"Kurban, go and get someone to bring his indenture."

The man glanced at the butler standing at the door and gave an order casually.

to be frank.

His family has lived in Kunmo City for generations.

There were at least dozens of slaves like Pat in the house, if not a hundred.

One more or one less doesn’t matter.

However, when the butler heard these words, he was stunned.

He never thought that his master would actually agree.

Decertification.

Something he dreamed of.

This old guy actually did it.

"Deaf?"

"Didn't you hear my orders?"

Seeing him standing there motionless, the man frowned and shouted coldly.

The housekeeper was so frightened that he dared not think about anything else. He hurried downstairs and ran all the way to the warehouse. After searching for a long time, he finally found Pat's indenture from the pile of boxes.

Then rush back upstairs as quickly as possible.

"Yeah, good, your name is written on it."

The man glanced down, confirmed that it was correct, and then threw the paper to Pat.

"Alright, return the indenture. From today on, you are a free person. It is up to you to decide whether to stay or go."

"Yes, thank you, sir."

Trying hard to suppress the excitement in your heart.

But my hands just wouldn't obey me.

I carefully picked up the paper and held it in my hands, my hands were shaking.

Pat didn't recognize the densely packed words on it until he found his own name. He felt relieved and kowtowed repeatedly.

Until leaving.

Walked downstairs.

Pat also had a dreamlike feeling of unreality.

"Congratulations... Pat."

See this scene.

The butler congratulated with a forced smile.

However, the gnashing of teeth and the jealousy that was so strong that it almost overflowed from his face could not be suppressed.

An old man who could tolerate being beaten and scolded on weekdays is now going to be a free man and is eligible to marry, have children and buy land.

How could he not be jealous?

"Hahaha, we are happy together."

"Master Kurban... Oh, no, from today on, I am no longer a slave. You should also work harder and strive to be like me."

Ignore his expression.

Pat grinned.

Then, despite Kurban's murderous look, he put his hands behind his back, shook the indenture contract in his hand, and walked out smiling all the way.

I have been bending my waist and my spine for a lifetime.

at this moment.

It seemed as if they all stood up straight.

The invisible shackles on his body were broken one by one.

Put away the indenture.

Pat returned to his residence and picked up the package, which contained his savings of many years and a few worn-out clothes, which were all his belongings.

But he didn't feel pitiful at all, instead he felt extremely happy.

He also did not forget to say goodbye to the old friends he had fed.

Then he left without looking back.

It was not until he walked out of the door that the feeling of oppression suddenly disappeared. He felt free and unrestrained. The world seemed to be wider and there was no longer the darkness of the past.

The streets were empty.

A cold wind blows from the Tianshan Mountains.

Pat sat down on the ground, took a few deep breaths, and seemed to realize something. He couldn't help grinning and laughing until tears rolled out of his eyes.

“This is freedom.”

"The air is sweet." (End of this chapter)