Ganfu laughed and said, "General Lang, you made a mistake again."

Zhang Qian looked at Gan Fu's smile, and after a moment of sudden enlightenment, he chuckled and said, "Okay, it's Muzhi, also known as the wrong one."

After Zhang Qian gave Anuti a Chinese name, one day Zhang Qian had a sudden idea and reached an agreement with Ganfu. Later, he called Anuti all Li Muzhi. Anyone who made a mistake would point it out.

"It shouldn't be. Li Muzhi's Chinese is very similar to Zhongyuan dialect, but when he listens carefully, he still feels a little deliberate, which is a slight difference from our Han Dynasty people." Ganfu shook his head.

"And the people I see, both in terms of appearance and language, are very... authentic, which is the word that Li Muzhi often says, authentic."

On weekdays, Anuti and Zhang Qian and others communicate in Chinese. From time to time, he often surprises Zhang Qian and others. After communicating, he naturally learns some.

Zhang Qian nodded, put down the book in his hand, put one hand behind his back, and stretched out an index finger with the other hand, saying, "You must meet again. It would be great if you could know the news about the Han Dynasty from their mouths."

Zhang Qian looked a little lonely, but his eyes were filled with qi. He was far away from his hometown for more than ten years. He missed him very much. It would be comforting if he could learn a little bit of news from the mouths of his hometown people.

Ganfu nodded in agreement.

After talking about these things, Zhang Qian focused on the situation in the city again.

Ganfu: "It seems that the normal situation has returned to it, but I always feel something is wrong. I heard that some nobles are leaving here... The riots in the past few days have improved a lot, and some shops have gradually started to open. By the way, I left in a hurry today and the seeds are still placed in the shop."

Zhang Qian waved his hand and said, "Don't worry about those seeds."

"It's just that the situation in the Great Yuezhi is hard to guess. Those who came to the door some time ago will definitely not give up. They will definitely make some noise, otherwise it won't make sense."

"But I didn't see them moving. Could it be that someone was testing us?"

Zhang Qian narrowed his eyes and thought about this possibility. He shook his head and said, "It shouldn't be. Those people don't seem to know much about our situation."

[Sans: I know a lot, the information is written like that.]

"Don't worry too much about this matter, it shouldn't involve us." Zhang Qian said: "It's better to meet these people who may be Han people first. After all, they are all their own people."

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Lao Cheng took a bite of the big lamb leg and chewed it with a big mouth. There was also a sound of smacking the lips. In front of him was a small oven, with a small fire, and the pilibara was so thunderous that the sheep oil fell from time to time.

"It's still prosperous here. Although Wulei Country is a country, it's too hard. How can it be better here?"

Liu Zhongyou stuttered garlic in a stutter, dipped in some seasonings, and sipped cucumbers. He said lightly: "It's good, but it's a pity that it's not our territory. If I want me to say it, it's better to be Wu Lei Country. Everything is the final decision. Mr. Li is really amazing. He even planned with Chao for several years and finally won Wu Lei Country. Now, we finally have a place to settle down."

Liu Zhong took a piece of wood from the side, put it into the oven, picked up a small knife and gently pulled down a piece of fat mutton, put it in his mouth, and continued: "What are we doing when we come back? It was obviously our brothers who broke through together, so why is the heir Li Muzhi?"

"Besides, he is not Li Muzhi yet, so I'm afraid he is still proud of being the son of Kushan Xihou."

Lao Cheng frowned and scolded: "Second, what are you talking about?"

Liu Zhong looked up and immediately met Old Cheng's cold gaze. He felt a little frightened and said angrily: "I'm just telling the truth. Many people think so."

Lao Cheng's tone was a bit heavy: "He is the second master's son."

"Just this, he is my old Qin people. This is a fact that no one can change. We must recognize it."

Liu Zhong muttered a few words and said, "Okay, okay, let's recognize it, but we just came to the door and told him: Hello, boy, you are not the son of Kushan Xihou. Your father's surname is Li, and he is called Li Erlang. We all come from the east...will he believe it?"

Old Cheng also knew that he was telling the truth. He sighed deeply, put down the big lamb leg in his hand, picked up the side and wiped the oily mouth at random, and said to Weng Sheng: "Maybe he already knew it."

"Although his mother is a foreign woman, she is not ordinary. Otherwise, how could she become the second master's woman? She often contacts us, and maybe she hopes that one day the two sides can meet each other and confess."

The fire in the oven burns slowly.

Lao Cheng and Liu Zhong fell silent, and suddenly Lao Cheng said, "Do you feel dizzy?"

Liu Zhong shook his head and said seriously: "It seems like he is a little dizzy and uncomfortable."

"Someone poisoned?"

The two looked at each other and exclaimed.

"Who is it?"

"I don't know, we just came and there are no enemies."

"Impossible, otherwise why would we feel dizzy?"

"How toxic now?"

"Fortunately, I just feel a little dizzy, it's nothing serious, what about you."

"I don't have much trouble either."

The two of them had a very fast conversation, but it happened in an instant. They quickly stood up, took their weapons, looked around with their eyes, and turned their backs to each other.

The two walked slowly out the window, and there was no movement outside the window. They held their breath and calmed down, and Liu Zhong whispered: "The other party is a master."

Old Cheng also flickered his eyes and said, "I feel even more dizzy."

Liu Zhong swallowed: "So too."

Liu Zhong rolled on the spot and kicked the door open quickly. Lao Cheng was about to rush forward with his weapon. With a bang, the door frame fell to the ground. Lao Cheng rushed out, and there was no one behind him.

"Customer, are you?"

There was only a stuffed woman holding a basin outside, and she said in fear.

She was going to deliver water to another guest just now, but the door of the house suddenly broke. A chubby man rushed over with a knife, scaring her.

The scattered woman said tremblingly: "I...I..."

Old Cheng's fierce cheeks were always tense. At this time, Liu Zhong also rushed out. The movement was not small, and the people they brought ran over.

The stuffy woman was even more scared.

"I... am willing to do anything, let me go."

Lao Cheng frowned and ignored her.

"Is there any movement or something wrong just now?"

The others looked at each other and shook their heads and said, "It's normal."

Liu Zhong hesitated and said, "I don't seem to be dizzy."

When Lao Cheng heard this, he sensed himself and said in surprise: It seems that I am better."

The two of them were puzzled and knocked their subordinates away with doubts. Instead, they forgot to see the stuffed woman: "Let's go, no need."

The woman who was thwarted was like a general amnesty, not even caring about water.

In the room, the firewood slowly went out.
Chapter completed!