The head of the Mu family

Chapter 106 The End of the Tubo Turmoil (4)

With Mr. Liao not around, Shen Huai and the others dared not go out on their own anymore.

We all stayed at the inn and tidied up our things.

Anyway, it's all settled, I'll be going back the day after tomorrow.

Danggui was Lan Yaoshen's apprentice, and he was responsible for organizing his and Lan Yaoshen's belongings.

That evening, the group had dinner at the inn.

After dinner, Blue Medicine God and Mr. Liao returned.

Lan Yaoshen seemed to be in a good mood, but Mr. Liao's mood was quite complicated.

Mu Huaisheng seized an opportunity to pull Mr. Liao aside and asked:

"Mr. Liao, you didn't seem quite right when you came back. Did something happen?"

Don't even mention it~

After Lord Lan arrived, besides answering the questions of those doctors, he also...

Mu Huaisheng and Zhenniang both looked at him with puzzled expressions. Mr. Liao then said helplessly:

"He also treated the lord and his wives..."

"what???"

Mu Huaisheng and Zhenniang said in unison.

"Then, the lord was very pleased and wanted to give him jewelry and magical artifacts, but Lord Lan refused them all."

Lord Lan said:

I am highly regarded by His Majesty and the Empress Dowager, as I have mentioned to you before.

Besides, my family is quite well-off, and I've never lacked jewelry since I was a child.

I've been obsessed with medicine since I was a child.

I have encountered many diseases within the territory of Dahao.

If the lord has any servants who are no longer fit to work, give me some so I can take them back and study them.

I have thoroughly studied all the servants in my household.

In Dahao, it's practically under His Majesty's nose; there's no way to ask for it from someone else.

The lord was overjoyed to hear this.

There were far too many slaves whose organs or body parts had been removed.

He immediately stated that he had about a hundred men on his side, and he certainly couldn't make decisions for other lords.

He took away those hundred or so abandoned slaves.

Lord Lan happily agreed, and I didn't know what to say at the time.

Suddenly realizing they couldn't transport them back, they asked the lord for horses and carts.

The lord was puzzled as to why the horses and carts had to be transported back; he could have simply tied them up and let them run behind the horses.

I quickly said:

If the divine physician dies on the way, he won't be able to continue his research, and then the lord's request for these servants will have been in vain.

The lord, having heard this, didn't suspect anything, and we returned.

"A hundred or so people?"

Mu Huaisheng could not believe it.

"Oh! I was stunned at the time too."

Oh, by the way, when we get back to our room later, we should pack our things. We're leaving first thing tomorrow morning.

Those wounded slaves, unable to walk fast, had to leave a day earlier.

The blankets and other local items you bought are all stored on the outside; with so many of us, we can't stay at the inn.

"Okay, I'll have to trouble you to come with me to buy some more later, including dry food and water."

We also need to stock up on some medicinal herbs; once we leave Lhasa, we need to treat the seriously injured first.

"Young Master Mu, don't you blame Lord Lan?"

This matter...

Hehe~

I first became friends with him, and then his family became close relatives. He's a...

Born into a wealthy family, he also possesses exceptional talent in medicine.

His pure and kind heart is so rare.

We can only be described as having a bottom line.

I've always envied him.

He didn't consult with us and did all this without asking us what kind of troublesome Tibetan slaves he had.

Perhaps, most of them are missing limbs.

I'm definitely a little angry that they didn't consult us.

I'll go and take all the silver he brought in a little while, and use it to buy provisions.

After hearing this, Mr. Liao smiled knowingly:

"Okay~"

Sure enough, Mu Huaisheng went to get the silver himself, and then went to Lan Yaoshen's place to get all the silver he had brought.

I discussed with Mr. Liao what else we needed to buy.

The food has been booked with the inn; I'll take it with me when I leave tomorrow.

Other things needed to be bought quickly, but luckily I managed to buy them before the store closed.

The next day, they set off early in the morning. Danggui drove the carriage, which was full of things they had bought.

When they arrived at the city gate, the Tibetan uncle was already waiting there with a large group of about a hundred slaves.

As they looked over in the morning light, they couldn't help but shed tears.

Of the hundred or so people, not one was alive and well!

They were all tied to the carts like livestock, with eleven or twelve on each cart, making a total of ten carts!

Mr. Liao calmed down a bit, went up to the Tibetan uncle and exchanged a few pleasantries, then counted the number of people and the indentures in front of him.

The Tibetan man then left with his men, and the drivers also left!

Mr. Liao, fighting back tears, spoke to them in the local language:

"You've changed lords and are now going somewhere else. Does anyone know how to drive the carriage?"

Those people, who had been like livestock, suddenly came to life, and many of them started crying again when they heard that the lord had changed.

Mr. Liao then said:

"Those who are rushing to catch the carriage will receive a steamed bun!"

Half of the people said they could.

Mr. Liao picked out a few that looked somewhat healthy.

They were untied and allowed to drive the carriage.

Once on the bus, someone gave them a steamed bun.

The ten people immediately knelt down and kowtowed with joy, then ate the steamed buns while driving the cart.

Some of their relatives were on the train, and they shared some with their loved ones.

The carriage left the city and it took half an hour.

Mr. Liao first spoke to them sternly:

"We'll give you food and water right away. You're not allowed to move. If you do, we'll take the food away!"

This is today's water. No fighting over it; give it to the elderly and children first, and each person is allowed no more than three sips!

Upon hearing that there was food and water, the slaves immediately huddled quietly on the cart.

After Mr. Liao finished speaking, he took out the black steamed buns he had bought and gave one to each person.

They threw another water bag into one of their cars.

The driver untied their hands, but their legs remained bound.

After all that happened, everyone knew that Mr. Liao had his reasons for doing things, and they all followed his arrangements.

Mr. Liao then pointed to Lan Yaoshen and Mu Huaisheng, said something in his dialect, and then said three words in Dahao Mandarin:

"A new lord!"

Then the convoy continued its journey.

Mu Huaisheng was very curious, so he rode his horse to Mr. Liao's side:

"Mr. Liao, what did you say to them?"

“I told them that you are their new lords, and from now on they should address you in the Great Hao language.”

At sunset, whoever can shout "Lord!" in the Dahao language will be rewarded with a cornbread.

"Mr. Liao is a great talent!"

"You flatter me. I simply know more about the customs and traditions here than you do. Doctor Mu, you are too kind."

"I have benefited greatly from this experience. It is more valuable than reading books for ten years to witness your actions and words!"

"Dr. Mu, you're really too kind!"

Blue Medicine God listened to their conversation from the side and remained silent.

Around noon, we found a place in the Gobi Desert to rest.

Mr. Liao only allowed them a few people to eat the dry rations himself, and none of the others asked why the Tibetan slaves weren't given any food.

Lan Yaoshen and Mu Huaisheng worked together to clean, disinfect, apply medicine, and bandage the wounds of more than a dozen people whose injuries appeared to be very serious.

The slaves looked at each other, momentarily unable to comprehend what was happening.

After they finished, they put all the women and children in several vehicles.

They immediately got the bandaged person back onto the cart and set off again.

The Tibetan slaves were almost all barely clothed.