Death of a civil servant is not a big deal for Mei'er. As for loyalty, as long as there are enough benefits, he will not worry about not being able to find a loyal minister.

So he told me to investigate the matter and then go back to sleep.

Being called to discuss matters in the middle of the night was not a good experience, and everyone left the palace one after another.

But the civil servant who was suspected of murder was isolated.

Those civil and military officials were far away from him, as if he was a plague god.

And those who had a good relationship with the civil servant who was killed were cursing him loudly.

"I swear you will die soon, you will receive the retribution you deserve, and you will not live for three days!"

In everyone's eyes, this level of curse is similar to the children's swearing that they have not stolen candy, they just coax people.

Even the cursed suspect didn't care. He walked out of the palace and stood on the high steps.

In the small square ahead, the servants and guards of each family were waiting, with the torches blazing, and the faces of the people were flashing.

Everyone got on the horse, and there were sounds of greetings everywhere for a while.

The suspect slowly walked to his horse, and two servants were waiting, one led the horse and the other was holding a torch next to take care of him.

He slowly got on the horse, his body shook for a moment, feeling exhausted both physically and mentally.

"go back!"

Now he can still sleep for a while when he gets home. Even if he doesn't feel sleepy, he feels that he should lie down.

...

Wang Yan slept very well. Even if someone knocked outside the door a few times, he just stopped breathing for a moment and then continued to sleep.

He slept until dawn, then washed his face but did not rinse his mouth, because most people here did not rinse their mouths. If he rinsed his mouth frequently, his teeth and tone would be different from others.

He didn't make a fire in the morning, but just ate half of the dried cakes left last night, and almost cut his throat with the sharp pancake after it was dried.

After eating the cake, he walked out of the house and closed the door rigorously, finally locking it, as if there was a wealth of wealth hidden inside.

Most of the neighbors around go out at this time, and some have family members, so there is no need to lock the door. Most of the remaining ones act and expression with Wang Yan.

At that time, he brought a "small tribe" to join the eldest daughter Maiergan, and his subordinates lived nearby, which was also the inevitable reaction of the newcomer.

Samarkand is like a lighthouse in the dark, constantly attracting the homeless people and small forces scattered all over the grassland.

These people came here in a constant stream, and Meiergan, who urgently needed population supplementation, welcomed her with both hands.

But as more and more people become more and more complex, conflicts, thieves, and even robberies and murders occur from time to time.

The chaotic Samarkand was not what Mergan wanted to see, so after catching the prisoners, most of them were sent to the army.

The chaotic public security forces everyone to take a lot of money when going out, but it is dangerous to keep it at home. Maybe someone will open the simple lock in a blink of an eye and then sweep in everything that can be sold for money.

Wang Yan turned around and looked at it, and all he saw was indesan.

It doesn't matter to you, and you're hang up. If a thief really enters, Wang Yan believes that these people still look like they are numb and will only say that they don't see anything afterwards.

Chen Deng came over with a few brothers, which would not cause any suspicion, because if you want to live well in Samarkand, you must form a group, otherwise you will be the one who is being squeezed.

Several people walked on the narrow streets of the slums, and the eyes around them were looking at them.

There are several black forces here. Wang Yan and the others had blackmailed them when they came, but they were rejected strongly.

Wang Yan's eyes were cold, but Chen Deng reached out to pull it under his neck and sneered.

This was a threatening move, and some of the more than ten men on the right couldn't help but pounce on him.

Wang Yan didn't look at this person, his eyes went forward and stared at a Tatar man surrounded by those men.

The Tatar looked at Wang Yan coldly, and then looked at his subordinates who rushed over.

Bang!

Chen Deng kept his punching posture and looked at the Tatar man provocatively.

The man who rushed over to provoke had already fallen to the ground. His Yin Tang was hit by Chen Deng's heavy punch just now and had lost consciousness.

The men were stunned, and then shouted and slapped.

"Are you coming?"

Chen Deng sneered: "If you have the ability, you can go out of the city at night, or if you leave the city now, regardless of life or death, do you dare? Your wife is my woman after death, dare you?"

This is the rule on the grassland. If you are killed by your opponent, your wife will become the opponent's maid or woman, and your child has a high chance of becoming a slave.

"Kill them all!"

The group of men were roaring, and everyone around was instigating, hoping that they would start a war immediately.

Even two children, seven or eight years old, were yelling with fists, and they were also urging them.

"Kill them all! Take their women and let their cubs be slaves."

Chen Deng's eyes were full of evil light, but he was waiting for Wang Yan's instructions.

Wang Yan looked at the people around him, then looked at the Tatar man indifferently and nodded slightly.

Chen Deng laughed to the sky, then suddenly came forward and said ferociously: "Come on, come now, come outside the city, or at night, but you have to pay for money, otherwise I will kill you now!"

His eyebrows were beating, and his excitement was beyond words.

There is a kind of person in the world who always walks on the brink of death but never dies.

They will keep trying to kill themselves, for example, Chen Deng now wants to pick ten.

The men began to be angry. They rolled up their sleeves and looked like they were preparing to rush over and beat Chen Deng to death here.

It is not a big deal to die, and the soldiers will not investigate. However, the people living nearby will be in trouble and will be driven to drag the dead body out of the city.

"return!"

The Tatar man suddenly stopped his subordinates, then stared at Wang Yan coldly and said, "I remember you."

This is a threat, Chen Deng quietly lowered his head and translated it for Wang Yan.

Wang Yan nodded, pushed away the person in front of him coldly, and walked out first.

After walking out of this street, Wang Yan said: "The dispute just now is very good. Those people completely regard us as horse bandits who come to Samarkand to find food. Remember to record it when you go back. If you want it, we must teach it ourselves."

There were no people here, Chen Deng said bleakly: "Sir, we are Black Thorns, will we be gone in the future?"

Black Thorn is the black Thorn of Emperor Wen Zhu Di. Can loyalty reassure the current emperor?

“There will be.”

Wang Yan said: "We came to Samarkand this time, because His Majesty trusted us. Now that the news is almost done, we are waiting to rescue those brothers. Even if we are done, His Majesty will naturally be rewarded when we go back."

They wandered around the city and found a job to carry goods before lunch. This was the job they only grabbed after they beat away the two competitors.

After the preparation, it was already after lunch. Several people bought pancakes from the side, then asked for water, and squatted outside to eat.

This is a small market, close to the city gate.

The new city has six gates, which is just one of them.

Because the Ming Dynasty cut off trade with Halie, and because the original Tatar and Oirat tribes were defeated by the Ming Dynasty, Samarkand now became a lame man.

The important town of East-West trade has now lost the East.

As a result, the tax revenue was reduced a lot, no longer as prosperous as Lao Wang was there.

Meiergan was worried about this day and night, but the savages in the forest farther away were difficult to trade, and the road was a little farther.

So Maiergan is tentatively opening up a further trade route, such as Taixi.

Trade routes often have political meanings, and passing means easing, and blocking means hostility.

So Meiergan thinks that his temptation is killing two birds with one stone.

If Fang Xing was there, he would definitely tell him that the Thais were waiting for this opportunity.

Yes, the Thais now want to contact these two countries and tell them that we are friends.

The basis of this friend is to have a common opponent.

That behemoth!

Ming Dynasty!
Chapter completed!