Desert Eagle Suletan Khan

Chapter 482 Disappointment: Repairing the Royal Tomb

"That man once said that whoever digs his tomb will suffer. Did anything strange happen when you entered the tomb? Did anything happen to the soldiers?" Suletan took the pamphlet, opened it in no hurry, and asked Xin Ke first. Chuote cloth.

"The stables were burned, and the son withdrew from the court, saying: 'Did it hurt anyone?' Don't ask about the horses." Hu Lianqi on the side listened and secretly praised in his heart: Your Majesty did not ask how many gold, silver and jewels were caught, but first asked if any soldiers were in trouble. This is similar to the fire in the stables. The Holy Master did not ask how many horses were injured, only how many horses were injured. People are not the same. It contains a big word "benevolence". Well, although His Majesty is greedy for money, lustful, and likes to play tricks, overall he is still a benevolent king. If he can assist him in bringing peace to the world, it will be a blessing to the people of the world!

The literati had complicated thoughts, but Xuke Chuotebu didn't think so much. He curled his lips and said, "As for the Khan, all the curses of Sultan Tamerlane are all lies. The soldiers are all vigorous and vigorous, and none of their hair has fallen out." One stick".

"Pfft! That's because his magic power is not enough. His Allah cannot compare to my Buddha." Sultan grinned and opened the booklet.

Soon, the money-lover stopped laughing. There are not many gold, silver and jewels on it. Adding together more than ten tombs, large and small, all the items converted into silver are only about 300,000 taels.

"How is it possible! That Tamerlane destroyed hundreds of kingdoms and looted countless treasures, but the burial objects in his tomb after his death were only worth thirty to forty thousand taels? There was not even 50,000 taels for his beloved concubine Bibi Hanem. How many? There are other royal tombs, but there are not many burial objects. Living in the wealthy Samarkand, which of these sultans is not extremely rich? Where are their gold, silver and jewelry?" Sultan seemed to have been stepped on. He roared like a hungry wolf, no longer as humorous as before. As the saying goes: Don't ask for money, it will hurt your feelings.

"Great Khan, my servants opened all the coffins and searched inside and outside the tombs. There are only so many," Xikchuotbu explained aggrievedly.

"Will it be hidden in some hidden corner?" Sultan refused to give up.

"My slaves searched inch by inch, but they really didn't find anything," Xuke Chuotebu said with a sad face.

"That's right," Hu Liangqi suddenly said.

"What's wrong?" Suler gave the sour scholar a frank look.

"Your Majesty, I have read the scriptures of Hui Hui. Their prophet once said: 'You should bury the dead as soon as possible.' The teachings also stipulate that the dead must be buried within three days. It is a good practice to bury the dead quickly. If you deliberately Delaying the time limit is considered an abomination. Sultan Timur died suddenly during the expedition, and heavy snow blocked the road, so he had to be temporarily buried in the Guri Amir Mausoleum. In a hurry, how could the army find much Where are the burial objects?" After all, Hu Lianqi was erudite, citing scriptures and talking endlessly.

"Even if Tamerlane died in a hurry and was buried with few burials, what about the tombs of his beloved concubines and descendants? Why were there so few burials?" Sultan was dubious.

"I think this is related to their faith. The Quran says: 'Those who did not believe when they were alive and still do not believe when they die will not be accepted even if they offer atonement for their sins with gold all over the earth. Such people will suffer pain. They will never have any helpers for their punishment. Allah praises a person's virtues in piety and obedience, not the amount of wealth he takes with him when he dies. There is a proverb in Bukhara: "No matter how poor or rich you are, , are all three feet and six feet of white cloth', that is to say, no matter how rich or poor they were in life, after death, they will only be wrapped in three feet and six feet of white cloth and buried. They will not wear silk and satin, and no items will be placed in the tomb. "Of course, that being said, the royal family of Bukhara will still take some personal belongings into their tombs after death, but the number will never be large."

"That's it." Sultan opened his mouth without saying a word.

"Your Majesty, think about it, Timur is obviously a Turk but pretends to be a descendant of Genghis Khan to oppose the Golden Family. After Shaybani, a descendant of the Golden Family, defeated Timur's descendants and established the Uzbek Khanate, he moved the capital from Samarkand to Bukhara also did not protect the Guli Amir Mausoleum well. But these tombs have never been stolen. What does it mean? It means that the locals know that even if the tomb is opened, there will not be many good things inside," Hu Lianqi analyzed.

"Alas! What Hu Qing said is right. It's just wishful thinking on my part, and I don't think well about it. I have no luck in making money." Sultan let out a long sigh.

Seeing his frustration, Hu Liangqi pursed his lips and smiled and said: "Your Majesty has gained nothing from this trip. Three hundred thousand taels is not a small amount. What's more, you 'respect' Timur Sultan so much and are very important to win over the people of Bukhara." It’s helpful.” "Speaking of winning the hearts and minds of the people of Bukhara, I have an idea. Hu Qing, what do you think of me donating 30,000 taels of silver to repair the Guli Amir Mausoleum?" Sultan suddenly said out of nowhere.

"Your majesty is wise and wise," Hu Lianqi sincerely admired him. After taking the city of Samarkand, His Majesty seized more than 3 million taels from the treasury, and now he stole 300,000 taels from the mausoleum, but he only gave 30,000 taels to try to win over the hearts and minds of the people of Bukhara. What a waste of money. The Lord who does great things!

Imams and elders from all the streets and lanes in Samarkand were invited to the Alka Palace. There were fifty or sixty of them. The crowds were surging and it was a spectacular sight.

Everyone turned their attention to the oldest elder, Ahmeda, who was eighty years old and highly respected.

"Elder Ahmed, the Great Khan of the Wei Kingdom summoned us here to ask for donations, right? The city has just been hit by war, and there is not much food left." An old imam spoke.

"Allah bless you," Ahmed prayed devoutly.

"Elder Ahmed, if the Guards wants us to donate money or food, you must lead them to fight for it," another elder said to him.

"Allah bless you," Ahmed prayed again.

"Elder Ahmed~"

"Allah bless~"

"Allah bless", no matter what the other party said, Ahmeda always said four words: "Allah bless", everyone thought that this bad old man was confused, so he said no more.

With a golden helmet and a golden murder knife, Suletan walked majestically into the hall.

As soon as he saw him coming, the eighty-year-old elder Ahmed, who was not deaf, blinded, or hunched over, respectfully led the crowd to kneel down and salute. "The common people will see the Great Khan."

"You are all virtuous people, please make yourself at home quickly and give me a seat." A warm dragon voice sounded in the hall.

Seeing him being so kind, everyone felt sad. They probably wanted to beat us, otherwise how could they be so polite?

"The Great Khan loves his people like his sons, and the common people are grateful. He is willing to leave his family's surplus food to reward the army," Ahmeda was the first to express his stance. As people get older, since they can't hide, it's better to offer them proactively and win the other person's favor.

"You have misunderstood. I am not here to ask for money or food from you. The day before yesterday, I paid my respects to the Mausoleum of Guri Amir. I saw that many places need repairs. I came to you today to discuss the repair of the royal mausoleum." Great Khan The tone is warm.

(End of this chapter)