Chashili, the westernmost end of the Turpan Khanate, when the sky is slightly bright.

The city lord Rugaza got up from the street stall, and his wife Naru carefully got up to prepare meals for him.

"Naru, am I still on my head?"

Rugaza's words made Naru panic for a while.

At the end of last month, Rugaza's Spontaneous Khan City returned and was appointed as the guardian of Chashuli City by Ma Heima.

Korugaza was not happy.

He believed in immortality six months ago and also loved reading books in the Central Plains.

But now although he has become the city lord he has always dreamed of, commanding three thousand elite soldiers, and is also a very famous general in the Turpan Khanate, he can't sleep well every night and can't stand it in the middle of the night, so he has to lie down and rest for a while.

As his wife, Naru knew Rugaza’s concerns.

Kneeling on the ground, Naru wilted for a long time before softly persuading: "Lugaza, I think I should tell you that instead of being so worried, it is better to give up this position and go to Chagatai."

Rugasha looked at his wife, shook his head and sighed, "The demon has come to Turpan. He will settle all of Ma Heima's subordinates. He will not let us go. If he loses three thousand cavalry, Ma Heima will not let us go. You know, Turpan still trusts in the world of immortality, and only our population is as small as ours."

Naru said strangely: "But isn't King Zhongshun going to destroy Ma Heima?"

Rugaza was stunned.

Naru said: "We can't beat King Zhongshun, so we can surrender, and they will definitely be willing to recruit us. But that demon... He wants to kill us, and even those masters are unwilling to come to the fork and Thunder. Why are we still here?! It's better to give up these positions. We will take our tribesmen to Chagatai and Yarkand. With your ability, we will definitely find a place with abundant water and grass, right?"

Lugaza was very moved, but he touched the seal placed next to the pillow.

This is something that the Rugaza family longs for generations, and it is really impossible to give up just like that.

"Naru, do you think if we go to find Gao Lan, will she be willing to take us in?" Suddenly, Rugasha remembered a way out, and he asked intentionally, "Gao Lan has something to do with that demon, and the Dangxiang clan will definitely join forces with that person. If we send Cha Sili with both hands and don't let them fight with one soldier, then..."

"Oh, Rugaza, are you crazy?" Naru was frightened.

Rugaza was excited, and he pulled his wife down, listened to the guards outside for a moment, and whispered: "I have heard of Hami in Khan City, Turpan. You know, they have snow-white fine salt, and they won't smell the slurry system of water shooting all over the city when it rains."

Naru said curiously: "What is the system?"

"I don't know, it was designed by Wei Xiaolang, you can only listen to me." Lugaza said anxiously, "If we join forces with the leader Gao Lan, please ask him to give that... Wei Xiaolang, as long as Ma Heima dies, we are willing to give Cha Sili his hands to him. Our tribe members do not have to live in Cha Sili. If he wants, they can even be scattered in the western front. You know, what the tribe members want is to eat and sleep, rather than reminding all day long to worry about when Cha Sili people will come here. If that is the case, we don't have to be officials. As long as we use our family wealth, we can get a way to sell salt to Cha Sili, and we will live better as we are now."

Naru was wandering all the time, and she had a word she didn't know whether she should say.

Rugaza knew when she looked at her, and she wanted to talk about old Rugaza.

That was his grandfather, the last Lord of Chashuli City.

When Ma Heima was Sutan, Lao Lugaza refused to bow to him, and Ma Heima tricked him into Khan City and killed him.

"Yes, Old Lugaza is the loyal servant of the Heaven of Eternal Life. He fell on the way to resist Ma Heima, and Little Lugaza was also killed by Ma Heima." Rugaza shed tears, "But as their child, I cannot avenge them..."

"Oh, Rugaza, I shouldn't make you sad. Well, I agree with your thoughts," Naru asked quietly, "But will they accept our surrender?"

They are originally small tribes floating on the grassland. They have been able to submit to the powerful for generations, and there is no psychological burden on them.

Ma Heima also understands this.

But now no one in the Turpan Khanate dares to guard the distant Chasili, and no one dares to go to the few Tuchengs near Khan City.

In desperation, Rugaza, a Mongolian man who lived in Chasili for hundreds of years, was appointed as the city lord here.

Rugaza thought for a moment and secretly took out a letter, which was given to him by his young partner, who is now doing business in Hami.

"This is a letter from Heiha. He told me how good he is now in Hami." Rugasha whispered, "Look, he said that in Hami, he was working as a caravan captain for the demon. He had good skills and was willing to endure hardships. He led a team of more than 300 people to sell salt in Qinghai. The demon trusted him very much and built a house for him and his wife. They only needed to pay one or two hundred yuan a month, and the couple had more than fifty taels of silver a year, which was not a reward."

Naru said in surprise: "Will they save the wealth accumulated by three generations of our Lugaza in just twenty years?"

"Yes, and look, Heiha also said that their children can go to school, and there is also a teacher who teaches Meng Wen in the school. No one hates them in Hami. The heaven of immortality is above. This is a good day only for gods." Lugasha sighed, "They are so rich."

Nalu stared at another paragraph of the letter, which was written by Heiha's wife.

"Changshengtian, even the woman who buys food and gives more money to merchants, she can write. Oh, she also said that Hami has rouge from Jiangnan, but it is not as good as Wei Xiaolang brand melon-flavored rouge. They also wear silk like Han people. On... Qingming Festival? What festival is this?" Naru envied, "Changshengtian is here, they can all ride horses, wear beautiful clothes, and even give each other long skirts to their friends. Oh! Why do they have a holiday? That's not the ones who are officials?"

Lugaza's mind was obviously not about these things, and he explained casually: "Oh, I heard that they are now called workers, and they have three days off for half a month. When they meet Han people's festivals, New Year's Day, Qingming Festival, Dragon Boat Festival, Mid-Autumn Festival, Double Ninth Festival, and Little New Year, they will all get a day's holiday."

"Wei Xiaolang is so kind to these poor people." Naru immediately changed his name.

But then she exclaimed: "Lugaza, look here quickly. They said that because there are too few people, we have to rest on holidays in Mongolians. However, during the Han festivals, the Miss Feng would send someone to deliver delicious food to them. Oh, the heaven of immortality is here, and even Hada will be given. They are all used to celebrating their festivals with the Han people in the West. It's so incredible."
Chapter completed!