The pork butcher is smoother than a pig butcher!

Chapter 444 Bali City

That night.

Little Gold fluttered back and forth once more before being taken into the Divine Wood Space by Gan Minglan, who had gotten up early.

Unlike the quiet outside.

The three early-rising chicks stretched their necks, opened their mouths wide, and chirped incessantly:

"Chirp."

"Chirp."

I'm so hungry! So hungry!
Zookeeper, come quick!

Exhausted, Xiao Jin resignedly caught a pigeon in the space and landed it on the eagle's nest.

Without taking a break, they immediately began the feeding mission.

A mouthful of hair, a bite of meat.

One, two, three, take turns feeding them.

"Chirp."

Good times!

More!

Poor little Jin, her efforts to conceive a child with her husband, Da Jin, were unsuccessful.

These three in front of it are its own offspring.

The three little golden cubs are always open-mouthed, crying for food.

For Xiao Jin's wife, who was a first-time mother and had no experience in raising a child, it was a major disaster.

When Little Gold left the nest to run a mission, it almost starved its three cubs to death.

When Xiao Jin returned, he saw the three dying baby eagles and displayed his might.

After that, she brought her three cubs, which were less than half a month old, to find the mother who had become her sugar daddy.

Sponsor Mom: Great! Once they're grown up, they'll be three more free laborers! I'll send one to my brother who lives far away in Sichuan.

Xiao Jin: "."

"Not bad, not bad, Xiao Jin is such a good father, keep feeding them! Your three big sons have huge appetites, one pigeon is simply not enough. Xiao Jin, if you don't work harder, you won't be able to support your chicks!"

Hearing the sponsor's mother's complaints, the feathers on Little Gold's neck stood up excitedly.

The pressure of raising three gluttonous kids is truly immense.

Their appetites have been spoiled by their sugar mommy; they're not living creatures raised in the sacred wood space, so they simply don't want to eat.

I wonder if I'll starve to death when I grow up.

I'm really worried about it.

The sponsor's mother exclaimed in surprise:

"Xiao Jin, you'd better keep an eye on your three little ones. At the rate they're eating, all the silkworms on this tree won't be enough for them to eat for a month."

Xiao Jin: "."

Can't hear, can't hear.

These colorful insects taste delicious, they're just a bit small.

Not only do the three baby eagles love to eat, but it and its mate also frequently find opportunities to steal some.

Who knew that these little brats would commit crimes right under their sugar mommy's nose?

Xiao Jin felt slightly guilty.

The seven-colored silkworms currently being raised in the Divine Tree Space are all for breeding purposes.

The same silkworm eggs, from the Divine Wood Space, hatch into silkworms that never get sick during their growth and are the easiest to raise.

After making a comparison, the person in charge of the silkworm rearing room stopped saving any more eggs.

This year is different from previous years.

Gan Minglan brought back two hundred embroiderers and more than three hundred Shu brocade weavers from Sichuan and Chongqing.

This means that the existing scale of aquaculture can no longer meet production needs.

The Ganluchuan Garrison and one of the immigrant villages have planted mulberry trees almost entirely on the reclaimed wasteland this year.

The silk industry has a promising future!
at the same time.

The Ili River Valley, thousands of miles away.

A group of more than twenty Han Chinese swaggered out of the city of Bali, thirty miles from the sacred spring.

Bali City is a square city, with a total diameter of eight li (approximately 4 kilometers). It is surrounded by a moat with rammed earth walls more than five meters high.

The leader of this group was a Han Chinese boy of about fifteen or sixteen years old. He pointed at the city gate of Balicheng and shouted:

"We've arrived! We've finally found a decent-looking building. Don't laugh at how short and dilapidated its city walls are."

The group of people traveling together, all around the same age, grinned in unison.
"This city looks quite old. It was probably built when the Golden Family dominated the Central Plains. I bet it's over three hundred years old."

"No need to bet, anyone with a brain can tell that these local nomadic tribes have no ability to build cities."

"Brother Luye, I heard that Bali City is the settlement of the Hesa ​​tribe. Their ancestors were the famous Wusun Kingdom, which was the leader among the thirty-six kingdoms of the Western Regions."

"It's pitiful that a country's territory has shrunk to the size of a small county town. We have to help these Hesa ​​people!"

"Of course we'll help! We're here specifically to spend money in Bali City, aren't we?"

"Hey hey hey"

Although the soldiers of Hesa ​​guarding the city gate could not understand what the Han people opposite them were saying, they were already on guard based on their behavior.

There were about twenty boys, and the first few looked like spoiled young masters raised by noble families.

The older ones were probably their slaves.

I have no idea what these Han Chinese are doing in Balicheng.

Some of the clever ones sent their comrades into the city to report: "Hurry, hurry and inform Awule (the chief), those Han people look like they're not to be trifled with."

Just finished.

They encountered Awule (the leader) leading a group of Batel on their way out.

Dozens of horses, their hooves ready to gallop forward.

Suddenly, the reins were pulled back by the owner.

in the crowd.

The most eye-catching figure was a middle-aged man riding a black horse.

He was tall and strong, with a thick, slightly disheveled beard. The patterns on his old Karl Parker hat had faded, and two of the gemstones were missing.

The two sides were separated only by a moat, and they sized each other up.

The Han Chinese youths quickly deduced that this person was of noble status but not wealthy.

The evidence was that the collar of his dark brown wool robe was worn and frayed.

To the left of the middle-aged man, a young man riding a chestnut horse, speaking in somewhat broken Mandarin, called out to the other side:

"Who are you? What are you doing in Bali City? This is not your Han territory. Please leave."

Can you speak Chinese?

very good!

The Han Chinese boy opposite waved to him:

“Friends, we are from Kansai! We heard that the spring scenery in your Iri River Valley is very beautiful, so we came to Hachijo for a visit.”

The soldier on guard thought: "He really is that damned noble young master. He does nothing but eat, drink, and be merry."

The middle-aged man was Awule (chieftain) of Balicheng.

His hawk-like eyes swept over the group, and after assessing that they did not have the fighting ability to attack the city, he still waved for them to be let in.

He whispered to his confidant who could speak Chinese:
"Don't go out today. Since these Han people say they're here for sightseeing, you're responsible for treating them well with good food and drink. Don't offend them easily. Our tribe can't afford to mess with the Guanzhong army right now."

"Awule (chieftain), I'm just afraid these people aren't good people!"

"Let them into the city, and have people watch them for twelve hours a day. Let's see what they can do."

In Awule's (chieftain's) eyes, this group of Han Chinese who did not disclose their identities were not worthy of his personal reception.

After giving his instructions, he led his men out of the city on horseback.

This group, considered to be unstable elements, made clicking noises as they entered the city.

The sound was like a hundred claws scratching at the heart of Awule (the chief) of Balicheng.

I endured it again and again.

I finally couldn't resist.

"Young master, may I ask what you need?"

“Oh my, my friend! You seem to know quite a bit about our Central Plains culture. I wouldn’t call it instruction, but we’ve never seen such an old city before. The houses are short and dilapidated, there are very few shops, and it looks rather deserted.”

Awule's (chieftain's) confidant: "."

(End of this chapter)