“…… You are still Han Chinese!" In the big tent, an abrupt voice suddenly sounded. Everyone was shocked, and they followed the sound to see that it was Ge Rilen's little nephew, Wendu.

It's just that Wen Du looked contemptuous at this moment, and did not flinch in the face of everyone's eyes, and said loudly: "Obviously he is a Han person, even if he grew up in Dashi! The Han people are hypocritical, just like us Tatars, even if they go to the edge of the sky, they will always be the children of the immortal heaven......"

Hey, there's still an angry young man in the relationship. Su Mo couldn't help but glance at Wen Du in surprise, and thought secretly in his heart.

Ge Rilen's face changed greatly, and he hurriedly scolded: "Wendu, shut up!", then turned to Su Mo again, and said with a smile: "Brother Su Mo, don't be surprised, my nephew is young......"

"Awug!" Wen Du blushed and interrupted unhappily.

"That's enough, Wendu!" Grilen's face was full of anger, but he seemed to suddenly remember something, his face softened, and he said softly, "Do you still want that little pony of the Zanjia family? Do you still want a new scimitar? If you do, then don't talk again!"

The latter words were said in Mongolian, and after that, he carefully peeked at Su Mo and the others, and saw that everyone had doubts on their faces, so he secretly put his mind at ease.

It's hard to dismantle, Wen Du is still too immature, and he doesn't even understand this bit of sophistication. Did Su Mo really believe that explanation? It can be said that he didn't even believe half of the punctuation marks. But he will never debunk it, as long as he can trade normally and does not show ill will towards his tribe, then whatever reason they say, Gerileng will believe it.

Interests, interests are the only criterion!

Wen was choked, blushing and tangled for a while, and finally turned his face away. On the one hand, the mouth cannon is happy, and on the other hand, the horse and scimitar that I have longed for for a long time, this choice is actually not difficult to decide.

Su Mo had a playful expression on his face, and he only looked at it with a smile, as if he didn't care at all. As for what he thinks in his heart, no one can think of it. Just kidding, he guards a Mongolian princess by his side all day long, do you think he understands Mongolian or not?

Xu Pengju was really a little confused, blinking his eyes to look at this, and then at that, and then his eyes rolled, poked his head to poke Wen Du, and asked in a low voice, "Hey, what do you mean?"

Wen Du squinted at him and snorted, "What's the matter with you, why did you tell you?"

Xu Pengju was stunned, what kind of thing is this? Why did you say it well, and suddenly turned his face? Nima, are the tartars really dog-faced? Barbarians are barbarians, and they really don't know how to be polite.

Wen Du said that when he spoke, he also felt a little bad, and he was not happy in his left and right hearts, and he couldn't sit still. Suddenly, he got up and said, "I'll go and see the goods." With that, without waiting for the crowd to say anything, he turned around and strode out.

The atmosphere in the big tent was a little awkward for a while, Ge Releng barely squeezed out a smile, and took the initiative to raise the wine bowl to toast, "Brother Su Mo, friends who have come from the big meal, please don't let some small unhappiness affect our friendship. Come, let us have a drink together, and wish our two nations eternal brotherhood. ”

Xu Pengju turned his eyes to look at Su Mo, Su Mo smiled slightly, raised his glass without hesitation, and said with a smile: "For the sake of friendship." ”

Everyone was stunned for a moment, then rejoiced, and said in unison: "For friendship." Then they all drank it all. After drinking, they looked at each other's bowls and laughed at the same time. The tent was lively again.

After drinking a few cups like this, everyone pulled the people around them to chat and drink, but it was quite a bit of a gradual dissolution together.

Ge Rilen also drank a glass alone with Su Mo, and then put down the wine bowl, and said casually: "Brother Su Mo, I see that most of the goods you brought seem to be similar to those of Da Ming, how can Da Shi also produce these?"

A smile flashed in Su Mo's eyes, and he shook his head and smiled: "How is it possible, those are indeed the goods of the Ming Dynasty." He didn't forget the Western-style Chinese, and replied with his original accent.

This has been said by others, and if you play those tricks again, you will fall behind. And since Ge Rilen obviously said that he didn't care about their identity, the meaning was self-evident. Naturally, he won't do that clown-like performance anymore, and he won't make a joke like Wendu's kids.

Ge Releng was really slightly stunned, a flash of clarity flashed in his eyes, and he said, "Oh?

Su Mo smiled: "It's nothing, we are businessmen." Merchants only pursue goods that can bring profits, but they don't care which country the goods belong to. As long as there are enough benefits, we will pursue and trade all the places in the world that can be reached. Profit is the highest criterion for being a businessman. Are you right?"

He glanced at Ge Releng deeply and said meaningfully. The corners of Ge Rilen's eyes jumped obviously, and then he looked up to the sky to cover up the past, nodded and laughed: "Yes, pole, this is the real businessman." We Tatars like you merchants, Sumer brothers, come, let's have another drink. As he spoke, he invited him to drink.

Su Mo responded with a smile, picked up the wine bowl and touched him, the two looked at each other, and the two foxes showed a smile of understanding.

"Since Brother Su Mo is in business with various countries, he must have often visited Daming, right?

Su Mo was secretly happy in his heart, he was still thinking about how to bring the topic to this aspect just now, and he didn't want to think about it at this time, so Ge Releng took the initiative to send it to the door.

"Well, there's nothing new...... Ah, by the way, when I passed through the capital of the Ming Dynasty some time ago, I heard that the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty sent a lot of craftsmen to the border, and it was said that he was going to build a trade city or something. Oh, speaking of which, the Gri Leng Tou people are going to get rich in the future. When the time comes, don't forget our friendship, and help the brothers a lot. ”

He responded casually at first, and then suddenly turned to speak as if he suddenly remembered something. Ge Rilen was stunned at first, but then he couldn't help but get excited, and there seemed to be light shining in his eyes.

"You mean...... Oh, no problem, of course no problem. Our friendship endures, and we will not forget my brother if it is good. Ahem, that ...... It's Brother Su Mo that you just said that Da Ming wants to build a trade city at the border, but is it true?" Ge Rilenqiang pressed the excitement in his heart and asked with some eagerness.

Could it be true that the rumors were true? It is true that the southerners had purchased wool? So it is said that there has been no movement for a long time, but it was originally because the trade city was to be built first? However, the construction of the city could be completed in a while? It is true that the trade will not be made until the trade city is completed, but it will not be done until the next year. What about your wool? What about this winter?

Thinking like this, he was both happy and sad in his heart, and he couldn't care about being spied on by Su Mo anymore, and his face couldn't help showing anxiety.

Su Mo shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands, "Geri Leng Tou, you are asking me." I'm not the Ming Emperor, how will I know if it's true?"

"Huh?" Gri Leng froze, his face suddenly showing disappointment. But I heard Su Mo say again: "It's not ......."

"But what?"

“…… But I saw the team with my own eyes. Su Mo said slowly with a smile.

"Wow, that's a long line. There are indeed a lot of craftsmen in the team, and they also carry a lot of tools. I inquired about it, and it's hard to tell you the details, but they did come to serve at the border. It's just ......" At the end, Su Mo suddenly hesitated, and paused in the middle of speaking, his eyes seemed to be a little evasive.

Ge Releng was listening to the important point, and couldn't help but hurriedly say: "Why is it just again? Just what?"

Su Mo coughed twice, frowned and thought for a while, as if he had finally made up his mind, looked up at him, and said solemnly: "Ge Rilentou, this matter seems to be related to the relationship between your two countries, you have to promise not to pass on my words." Even if you have to talk about it, don't involve me. Can you say yes?"

Ge Rilen was stunned when he heard this, then his eyes shrank suddenly, and he glanced left and right, and saw that the others were still shouting and drinking, and no one paid attention to them, so he breathed a sigh of relief, nodded solemnly, and said in a low voice: "I promise you, Brother Sumo, in the name of the Khan of the tribe." ”

Su Mo listened to it funny and blinked at him. Ge Releng also seemed to react, his purple face turned slightly red, and he argued forcefully: "My tribe is very small, but I am still the sweat here." No matter how small a sweat is, it's sweat, isn't it?"

As he spoke, a sly smile flashed in his eyes.

Su Mo laughed violently, Ge Rilen was stunned, and then his face became darker and darker, as if he was about to go crazy.

Su Mo suddenly stopped laughing, raised his hand to pat him, nodded and said, "Yes, yes, you are Khan, Ge Releng Khan." It was a great honor for me to have the friendship of King Khan. So, of course I believe you, my friend. ”

The anger on Ge Rilen's face gradually subsided, he looked at him fixedly, and slowly laughed. "Obviously, we have a consensus, right? So, my friend, tell me, tell me everything you know. The rule here of us Tatars is that friends must be honest with each other. ”

Su Mo was disdainful in his heart, but he clapped his hands and smiled: "Okay, I like to treat each other sincerely." Well, my friend, what I've heard is that the Ming Dynasty did have a decree to build a trade city. But it seems that one of your generals doesn't seem to want the Trade City to be built. They only thought of plundering the wealth of the Ming Dynasty by fighting, because in that case, they would not only be able to win the wealth, but also bring them glory. Therefore, after learning the news, Da Ming has postponed the plan to build the city indefinitely. As for when the plan will be reopened, it will depend on the progress of the war on the border side. ”

Su Mo quietly buttoned a big hat down on the fire sieve. For his own selfishness, he privately provoked a war between the two countries, and even disregarded the interests of all clansmen. In this way, it is pushed to the opposite side of everyone, and in the face of everyone's anger, I ask you if you are afraid!

Su Daguan is an enemy and never hesitates to expose his darkest side. Noble is the epitaph of the noble, meanness is the pass of the mean. For the enemy, the Su officials have always taken this as a guideline. It's so insidious, so unscrupulous, what can you do with me?