The banquet continued, and the atmosphere in the big tent was hot, but Ge Rilen's heart was cold.

For Su Mo's words, he actually wouldn't believe them so easily. But with so much foreshadowing before, coupled with his personal feelings these days, he can't help but believe it.

He was silent, a flame dancing in his lowered eyes. Calm down, be calm!" he said to himself again and again. Anger can't buy food, it can't buy salt, and it can't buy the supplies that an entire tribe needs to survive.

"Have you ever heard about the Ming people buying wool?" After a long time, he finally reluctantly suppressed the anger in his heart and turned to ask about the things he was most concerned about. Even if he had a guess in his heart, he still wanted to confirm again.

"Buying wool?" Su Mo looked puzzled.

Ge Rilen looked at him expectantly, nodded and said, "Yes, buy wool." Why, isn't it?"

Su Mo didn't answer immediately, and a thoughtful look appeared on his face. Orr, suddenly, showed a sudden look again.

Ge Rilen has been paying attention to his expression steadily, and when he sees him showing this look, his eyes can't help but shine.

"I see, no wonder......" Su Mo muttered to himself, as if he had finally figured out something.

Ge Rilen became more and more anxious, and couldn't help but ask, "Brother Su Mo, what did you think of?

Su Mo sighed, seemed to wake up suddenly, looked up at him, and then said slowly: "When we were in Daming Kyoto some time ago, we saw many merchants gathered there. I heard them mention by chance what they wanted to buy. It's just that they keep their mouths very tight, and they don't want to give more than half a point. Now that you say that, isn't that what you said about buying wool? Frightened, if that's the case, you're really going to make a fortune. Tsk......"

He sighed, a tone of envy. Ge Rilen's heart was pounding, really, it was really true! At this moment, he suddenly had an urge to rush directly to the border pass. Thinking of the full two-plough wool behind him, his heart was on fire.

However, Su Mo's next sentence made him suddenly feel hot, like a basin of cold water poured on his head.

“…… It's a pity, I'm afraid that such a good deal will not be done in the end. When we were leaving, we saw that some people were already deliberating about leaving, so I guess they wouldn't come. Su Mo said slowly with a sympathetic look in his eyes.

"What, why, what is this asking?" Ge Rilen was so anxious that he couldn't hide it anymore, and couldn't help but stand up.

Everyone in the big tent was startled, and they all looked at each other.

Ge Rilen was fierce, barely squeezing out a smile and waving his hand, "Uh, you go on, I'm just...... Just ......"

"The people of Gri Leng just want to invite me to go and see how the outside trade is going. Just when he couldn't find a suitable excuse for a while, suddenly Su Mo next to him also stood up and helped him take it with a smile.

Ge Releng secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly nodded and agreed: "Yes, yes, I am going to take Brother Su Mo out to have a look, you don't have to worry about us, just drink." ”

Everyone was relieved, but there was the clever one, and they had to get up and accompany them. Ge Releng calmed them all down, and only invited Su Mo to go out.

As in the big tent, there was a lot of joy outside, and the whole camp was like a festival, and there was laughter everywhere. From time to time, the women could be seen carrying various treasures, and then rushing to the wagons in the middle of the camp to exchange for the goods they needed;

Some of the men, on the other hand, worked hard to sell their cattle to the caravans. Either expectantly or anxiously bargaining with the merchants, no one noticed Ge Releng and Su Mo standing outside the big tent.

On the contrary, a few Tatar children roared and ran past, and when they saw the two of them, they all showed curious looks, and while saluting Grilen, they secretly peeked at Su Mo.

Ge Rilen just nodded absentmindedly, but Su Mo made a grimace and was scary. The children were startled and ran away.

"They are all great cubs who will grow up to be the best shepherds. Ge Releng suddenly spoke, looking at a few children who were looking at this side from a distance, with a look of pride and relief on his face.

Su Mo shrugged, noncommittal.

Ge Rilen didn't care, but the light in his eyes suddenly dimmed again. He said in a low voice: "The premise is that they can live and grow up." ”

There was an indescribable pathos in his voice, and Su Mo was slightly stunned, and he actually heard a screaming meaning from it.

"Isn't it strange why I say that?" said Gerileng, turning his head to look at him, and as he reached out, he gestured for him to walk to the side.

Su Mo stepped forward and said casually: "It's nothing, we Han people have a saying, called the sky has unpredictable circumstances, and people have good fortune and misfortune." Who knows what tomorrow will be like for you?"

Ge Releng paused at his feet, and then returned to stability, just took a deep breath, and said bitterly: "Yes, there are unforeseen circumstances in the sky, and the knowledge of the Han people is very reasonable, which we Tatars cannot compare." But it is we who have the deepest understanding of this sentence...... Huh, the Sumo brothers admit that they are Han Chinese?"

The last sentence was in a somewhat teasing tone.

Su Mo's eyes turned, staring at him, smiling slightly, and not answering. People are difficult to dismantle, everyone knows it, but there is no need to say anything.

Ge Rilen's gaze softened a little, and he seemed to be pleased with Su Mo's acquiescence. After all, no one likes to be cheated on. Although Su Mo only acquiesced, this still made Gerileng feel a kind of joy to be treated sincerely.

The two of them walked casually, gradually moving away from the hustle and bustle of the crowd, and stopped on a secluded mound.

“…… Is Daming really going to buy our wool? When will it start?" the two stood in the wind, silent for a long time, and then Ge Releng suddenly asked.

He didn't ask why he wanted to buy wool, nor did he continue the topic of Sumer's identity, but only focused on when he could start.

Su Mo glanced at him and understood what he meant. This Mongolian man didn't care whether Su Mo was a big cannibal or a Ming man, he only cared about the survival of his tribe and his own interests.

"It's not up to us, it's up to you. Su Mo didn't play any more tricks this time, and responded lightly.

Gerileng was silent, of course he understood what Su Mo meant. It is true that the Ming Dynasty bought wool, but when it starts, it depends on when the two reach a real peace. As for the current posture of the fire screen over there, not to mention anything else, the businessmen are afraid that they don't have the courage to come, right?

Businessmen are good at profits, but if they know that their lives and property are not guaranteed, they still have to hit their heads over, unless they are stupid people who really want money and don't want their lives.

"What can I do, or what do I need to do?" asked in a half-loud voice.

He is not stupid, on the contrary, he is wise. Su Mo took such a big effort and spared such a large circle, he didn't think it was really just for the previous transaction. If you want to have something, you have to give something.

And judging from the current situation, most of what he has to pay is afraid that it is inseparable from the fire sieve in front of him. It was too hard for him. But he didn't have a choice, between the survival of his tribe and the interests of some people, there was only one choice he could make.

Su Mo turned his head to look at him, his eyes shining.

Ge Releng felt a little embarrassed, glared back with a little shame, and said angrily: "Don't look at me with such eyes! I am the head of the tribe, and I am their sweat! I must think about the survival of my people, is this wrong? Those cubs, you have just seen, do you know, if there are not enough winter supplies, wait until the cold winter passes, they will not have a few left next year. I...... I ......"

He roared lowly, his face full of shame and grief, and a hint of supplication.

Su Mo's eyes shrank, and he suddenly had a strange feeling in his heart. It seems that he has inadvertently played a villain who forced him to become a prostitute. The little master just did what a Han man should do, and it was not the fault of the little master that they lived a difficult life, so why should they have a sense of guilt? This pot, the little master does not carry it!

He shook his head slightly, put aside the trace of guilt that had just risen, suddenly smiled, and sighed: "Ge Rilen Tou, did I say what I need you to do?"

Ge Releng was stunned for a moment, and said sneeringly: "Then you ......"

Su Mo smiled, looked directly at him and said softly, "No, it's not what I need you to do, it's what you need to do." I said from the beginning that we came with friendship and wealth. And all you need to do is accept it or not, that's it. But now, who is holding back this friendship and wealth? You can't ask your friends to help you, but you have to turn around and beg you. In the world, is there such a reason?"

Ge Rilen froze, completely unable to speak. Yes, there's nothing wrong with what people say. Da Ming has clearly put goodwill and beauty in front of him, but his own family has sent troops to block it, who can blame this? What can he ask for from others?

"I ......," he muttered, his mouth opening and opening, but he could not find the right words. "I don't know what to do, Immortal Heaven is above, I have never taken the initiative to hurt anyone, I just hope that I and my people can live well...... Please help me, Han Chinese wiseman, I don't know what to do, I don't know what to do......"

He muttered, his face full of bitterness and pleading, and he looked at Su Mo with blank eyes.

"You should know Genghis Khan, right?" Su Mo was silent, his eyes looking at the endless sky in the distance, and suddenly asked a question that stunned Ge Rilen.

Genghis Khan, the pride of all the Mongols, the well-deserved master of the entire steppe, almost a totemic existence, how could he, as a member of the Mongols, not know?

"Of course. He replied stunned.

"Genghis Khan once told his sons an allusion, an allusion to a chopstick and a pair of chopsticks......" Su Mo withdrew his gaze, as if telling and talking to himself, and told the famous story.

“…… Go ahead, when the will of enough people gathers, even the gods will compromise. That's all I can give you. Like you, I yearn for peace and beauty, and I hope that you and I can make our wishes come true. ”

Su Mo turned around and walked down the mound, and his indifferent voice echoed in Ge Rilen's ears, making the Mongolian man stand on the spot, thoughtful.

Let's get started, it's a spark. At the moment, it was only one, and Su Mo hoped that maybe soon, it would be able to start a fire......