The Nameless of the Common Clans

Early the next morning, Chen Mo asked Wang Biao to stay and take care of the carriages and horses. He brought Dian Wei, Hao Zhao and two guards with them into the city. The military strength was not great, and the city walls were in disrepair, and the houses in the city were not neat. The streets From time to time, you can see barbarians wearing tight-sleeved bunts. Chen Mo, who is dressed in a Confucian robe, has a somewhat different feeling here.

"Hao Zhao, can you change your word? I don't even dare to call you a word." Dian Wei pulled Hao Zhao over as he walked, glanced at Chen Mo and whispered in a low voice.

Although he tried to lower his voice as much as possible, Chen Mo couldn't hear it because of his deep voice, but he didn't care about it. Although it was indeed a bit awkward, he couldn't force his subordinates to change their words just because of this. This was a big deal.

"This... my father has asked someone to help." Hao Zhao said shyly, "It's just that my mentor has passed away and I can't find anyone with high moral standards for a while."

"Why don't you ask your boss to name you one?" Dian Wei couldn't help but let go of his voice when he heard this, so that Chen Mo could hear it.

However, Chen Mo didn't answer this. Although he also felt that Hao Zhao was a malleable talent, the relationship hadn't reached this point yet, so he could only pretend that he didn't hear him.

Hao Zhao's eyes lit up. Chen Mo was not just a prince with military power. No matter how big he was, there would always be people who looked down upon him. But in addition to this status, Chen Mo was also known as a child prodigy from Luoyang. , Wen Neng talks about the past and the present with the great scholars of the time, sits down to discuss Tao, and Wu Neng strategizes and fights decisively on the battlefield.

Especially as the current leader of Bingzhou, Chen Mo's deeds are now widely spread in Bingzhou. Although Chen Mo is about the same age as Hao Zhao, Hao Zhao has an inexplicable admiration for Chen Mo.

It would definitely be a great honor for Hao Zhao if Chen Mo could help him pick the characters. Unfortunately, Chen Mo obviously didn't mean it.

The group of people walked along the main street. Unlike the Han market, there were very few people taking the initiative to hawk, regardless of whether they were foreigners or Han people.

"Brother Chen, why do you want to buy a few Hu slaves?" A fellow merchant asked with a smile when he saw Chen Mo standing at the place where people were selling people and looking at the slaves.

"I'm a little curious. This man's skin seems to be black. How can he grow like this?" Chen Mo shook his head and looked at the slave in front of him with a smile. This slave was quite interesting. His figure was a little thin, but judging from his skeleton, , but he is quite burly, with many whip marks visible on his body, and his expression is a little sluggish.

Unlike the grassland people who don't bathe all year round, the skin color of the person in front of him seems to be naturally much darker than ordinary people. Chen Mo, a native of the Western Regions, has seen people in Luoyang who have very white skin and very voluptuous figures. There is no such thing.

"When you put it like that, it's really rare." The merchant heard this and looked at the slave Chen Mo was staring at. The bald head is sinful for the Han people who believe that the body, skin, and hair are inherited from the parents, but the shiny forehead is all black. Yes, if you look at it from the perspective of physiognomy, this is more than just a darkening of the heavens? All black.

"This slave is worth two sheep!?" The merchant originally wanted to buy it back, but when he saw the two sheep painted on the wooden sign beside him, he suddenly stared and said, "Who wants such a slave?"

"If you want it, buy it, if you don't want it, get out!" The slave seller was a Xianbei man, speaking half-baked Chinese to the crowd.

"Hey, say it again!?" Dian Wei grabbed the Xianbei man's head and lifted him up from the ground.

"Wow~"

When many vendors around saw this move, a group of people rushed out, each holding a sharp knife and looking at everyone with unkind expressions.

"Don't be impulsive." Chen Mo waved his hand and signaled Dian Wei to let go. He looked at the angry Xianbei merchant and said in Xianbei dialect: "My general has a bad temper, but this person is quite interesting. I want it, but I If I don’t have a sheep, can I use silk cloth in exchange?”

"Silk cloth?" The Xianbei merchant glanced at the bald slave with a somewhat unlucky look, nodded and said, "I want half a piece."

"No, I can only give you three feet." Chen Mo pinched the slave's ears and said: "This man looks like he has not eaten for a long time and is starving to death. If he is still strong, half a horse is fine, but now this What's the use of me if he dies?"

"No, but what you said is right." The Xianbei merchant twisted his neck and glared at Dian Wei.

"Because I respect brave and upright warriors very much. In my eyes, Xianbei warriors are very upright, so I learned the Xianbei language." As he spoke, Chen Mo sighed.

"Three feet is three feet. I like you as a Han." The Xianbei merchant hesitated for a while and then agreed directly. Then he pointed at Dian Wei and said, "This guard of yours is also a warrior."

On the grassland, strength is valued, and it is easy for a warrior with infinite strength like Dian Wei to gain favor.

"Boss, what did this guy say?" Dian Wei looked at Chen Mo doubtfully.

"He said he likes you, bring me three feet of silk." Chen Mo glanced at Dian Wei and said.

Dian Wei frowned and glanced at the Xianbei merchant. When he saw the other person nodding and smiling at him, he frowned but didn't say anything. Why don't you reach out and hit the smiling person? No matter how you feel when someone likes you, it will be bad if you do it again. Dian Wei Wei is the kind of person who takes advantage of the soft and not the hard, but he is a little embarrassed in his heart, why are these barbarians so mean?

After the exchange with the other party, the dark-skinned slave was regarded as Chen Mo's. The shackles were removed and tied with a rope and handed over to Chen Mo.

"Master, why did you buy such a thing?" Dian Wei looked at the dark-skinned bald man with a decadent face in front of him, a little disgusted, but also a little curious.

"It's hard to tell. I heard from the Xianbei merchant just now that this man is quite smart and almost ran away several times, but he was caught again to save his friend. Untie him." Chen Mo looked at the black man and smiled.

"He is quite loyal!" Dian Wei nodded and helped the black man untie him: "Where is his friend?"

"He is dead. He was shot during the arrest." Chen Mo shook his head with some regret. No matter where he is, people who are willing to take risks for their friends will be admired.

"What a pity." Dian Wei patted the black man's shoulder and said, "Hey, what's your name?"

The black man looked at Dian Wei blankly, and when the restraints were loosened, he stepped back a few steps and looked at the few people vigilantly.

Chen Mo found a flatbread from everyone's bag, and took a water bag from Hao Zhao. He looked at the black-skinned man and stretched out his hand to him and said with a smile: "Eat something?"

He said it in Chinese and Xianbei language. The other party obviously didn't understand much, but Chen Mo understood what he meant. He took two steps forward silently, took the water bag and flatbread, looked at Chen Mo, and lowered his head to eat.

"Who among you can speak the language of the Western Regions?" Chen Mo turned his head and looked at everyone.

Including the guide, they all shook their heads blankly. The Western Regions are too far away from here. No one has ever been in contact with them, let alone understand their language. Moreover... it seems that most countries in the Western Regions speak Chinese.

"Let's go." Chen Mo shook his head and continued to move forward.

"Then this person..." Dian Wei glanced at the black-skinned man.

"If you want to follow, follow. If you don't want to, don't force it." Chen Mo shook his head. Buying this person was a whim. He was also a little curious about his origins, but he didn't think about adding a slave.

Dian Wei nodded, thought for a moment, and then carried another bag of bread to the other party before following Chen Mo away.

The dark-skinned man took the bread and followed a group of people silently while eating. Chen Mo walked around the city. The most common goods sold here were animal skins and tendons, and there were few weapons. The Han people mainly sold salt, grain, and cloth.

Occasionally, there would be fights, but it seemed to be commonplace in this city. This city was a mixture of Hu and Han people, but new rules had gradually formed.

But Chen Mo thought about it all the way and found that this rule could only be applied to such a lawless place. What was the territory of the Xiongnu and Xianbei like? Chen Mo didn't know yet, but at least in the Han family, this rule would not work, and the rules here were only a prototype. If he were to manage such a city, he would first have to be bound by laws, and then judge things fairly, but this was a matter that would not please both sides. If there was no external interference, a new set of laws might be formed over time, but this was obviously impossible.

"Boss, the black man is still following us." Dian Wei came to Chen Mo and pointed behind them. The black man had been following them, but he didn't take the initiative to come forward to talk, which made people a little puzzled.

"When we return to the camp later, if he still follows us, bring him to see me." Chen Mo looked back at the black man and said.

"Yes!" Dian Wei nodded and agreed.

Soon, they returned to the camp and the black man was brought over by Dian Wei. He didn't struggle too much.

"I, Boss!" Chen Mo pointed at himself and smiled at the black man.

The black man grabbed the grain bag that Dian Wei gave him. Although he was full, he was obviously afraid of being hungry again.

"I..." The black man was not stupid. After thinking for a while, he pointed at himself and said, "Batagan!"

"Batagan?" Chen Mo thought about it. Among the Hu people, having your own name is considered a figure. Generally, tribal leaders and their families have their own surnames and names. However, this person is obviously not a Xiongnu or a Xianbei. I don't know if this theory applies to him.

Chen Mo spread out the bamboo slips, wrote down "Dongjia", pointed at himself, wrote down "Batagan" and pointed at the other party.

The other party obviously did not recognize Chinese characters, nodded, and shook his head.

"I am from the Han Dynasty!" Chen Mo thought for a while, drew a rough map of the Han Dynasty on his name, and pointed to the south.

Batagan looked at Chen Mo blankly.

It is very difficult to teach someone who does not understand Chinese at all, and the two sides have no common language to bridge the gap, but Chen Mo is happy to do it. This is another language outside the Han Dynasty, the grassland and even the Western Regions. Perhaps it means that there is a new knowledge behind it that is very different from the existing knowledge of the Han Dynasty. Chen Mo has always been very curious about unknown things.