Lou Zheng's face froze, he never thought that this group of barbarians would say such a thing.

If Xiao Zhe was here at this time, he would definitely cut down these barbarians regardless of it.

Lou Zheng reluctantly whispered a few words to the old farmer beside him, the old farmer nodded, stepped forward, and told them the meaning of Lou Zheng in the language of the barbarians.

But it is obvious that this group of barbarians does not trust Lou Zheng and his party.

Several barbarian men insisted on stopping Lou Zheng and the guards behind her and not letting them in.

Suddenly, there was a terrible cry of a baby from inside the main tent, and one of the barbarian men's face changed, and he turned and entered the tent.

Lou Zheng's eyes lit up at this time, and he asked the old farmer and the barbarian to say that he was a doctor who specialized in treating children, and if the child could let her take a look, maybe she would be able to save her.

The cry of the child in the main account became more and more miserable, and the voice became weaker and weaker, and one of the barbarians glanced at Lou Zheng, and finally entered the tent.

After a while, an old barbarian with goosebumps came out, and in his hair wrapped in coarse cloth was a beautiful feather, which was the symbol of the patriarch.

The old barbarian's eyes were red and swollen, and he followed the young man who had entered, and looked in the direction of Lou Zheng.

A pair of old eyes were like deep pools, and the lips were tightly pursed into a line.

Lou Zheng smiled at the old barbarian very calmly, squatted slightly, and made a salute.

The old barbarian seemed to hesitate, but the cries of children in the tent behind him kept urging him to make a decision.

Finally, the old barbarian stepped forward, and then croaked at the old peasant.

After the old farmer listened. His face finally eased, he nodded and walked to Lou Zheng's side.

"Little lady, the old patriarch promised to let you help take care of the child, but if the child can't be cured, the old patriarch will not agree to any of our requests, not only that, but also tell all the barbarians on the grassland the news."

Lou Zheng smiled bitterly and nodded.

The old barbarian patriarch also seemed to understand what Lou Zheng meant, and made a gesture to the two barbarian men who stopped in front of the tent. The two barbarian men finally moved away and let Lou Zheng and the old peasant pass.

It's just that when it was the turn of the three guards behind, the two barbarian men stopped them again.

Yu Jiu's eyes were cold. I was about to go straight through. But Lou Zheng turned around and drank, "A few of you just wait outside the tent, if I need anything in a while, you can help me find it." Don't worry. It's just a tent away, though. If something happens, I'll call you for help directly. ”

Hearing Lou Zheng say this, Yu Jiu nodded. Reluctantly agreed to stay outside the tent.

The felt curtain of the tent was lifted by Lou Zheng, and suddenly a foul musty smell mixed with the milky smell peculiar to young children attacked the sense of smell.

Lou Zheng frowned, the tent was a little dim, and he couldn't get used to it when he just came in from outside.

In the blink of an eye, Lou Zheng saw a middle-aged barbarian woman with a disheveled hair nested in the corner of the tent, and a baby lying in coarse cloth and fur beside her.

At this time, the baby was crying hoarsely, and his whole little face was red, and he knew that the situation was not very good.

Ignoring the unpleasant smell in the tent, Lou Zheng walked over in three or two steps, and saw the woman pick up a coarse porcelain bowl next to her, stir it in the coarse porcelain bowl with a spoon, and then stirred the black bottom of the bowl that she didn't know what it was, and took out a spoonful with a small wooden spoon and was about to send it to the little baby's small mouth.

Lou Zheng was startled and struck the bowl and spoon off the woman's hand.

The woman was caught off guard by the beating, and the whole bowl was upside down on the blanket.

The woman first lifted her tear-stained face, and then rushed towards Lou Zheng like crazy, still saying things that Lou Zheng didn't understand.

A posture of desperately trying to fight with Lou Zheng.

Lou Zheng leaned on one side and nimbly avoided the woman, and the old peasant hurriedly blocked the woman.

Lou Zheng turned his head and looked at the old patriarch behind him with cold eyes, "Old patriarch, if you still want your youngest son to survive, it's best not to let people disturb my treatment." ”

The old peasant quickly translated Lou Zheng's words to the old patriarch.

After a while, the old patriarch glanced at a barbarian young man behind him, and the woman who was with the baby was dragged aside.

Lou Zheng squatted down, first checked the black water that the woman had just fed the child, touched it with her hand, and then ran over the injury, and found that this was an ordinary plant ash!

Lou Zheng was angry, she finally knew why the survival rate of barbarian children was so low, such a young child, when he was sick, he would be given warm water to drink grass and wood ashes, and it would be strange if he could get better!

Gently picking up the child and putting it on a dry piece of leather, Lou Zheng unwrapped the baby's quilt and began to examine the child's body.

This is only a five or six-month-old baby, the whole little face is burned red, and he coughs from time to time, and it looks like he is going to hold his breath in the next second, which is very pitiful.

Lou Zheng touched her head, touched the baby's little face and palms, and even checked her entire little body, and soon, she determined the cause, the baby had pneumonia.

Lou Zheng stood up and walked to the door of the tent, and shouted to the three people outside who were Yu Jiu and the other three people who needed something, so that they could find it immediately.

Lou Zheng pricked the child with two needles in the tent, massaged his acupuncture points, and with physical cooling means, the baby quickly stopped crying, slowly closed his eyes, and fell asleep.

The old farmer handed the herbs to Lou Zheng after basically processing them according to the method taught by Lou Zheng.

Lou Zheng put the medicinal mud made of several herbs on the specific acupuncture points on the baby's body, and decocted the medicine, and asked the old farmer to tell the old patriarch how to decoct the medicine.

After waiting for an hour and a half, the baby's high fever subsided, and he was no longer on the verge of danger.

The woman gently touched the baby's forehead, which had returned to normal temperature, and a smile instantly appeared on her face.

She turned around ecstatically and hugged one of Lou Zheng's legs, startling Lou Zheng, Xu felt the woman's gratitude, and she didn't have the reflex to kick the woman away.

The woman happily hugged one of Lou Zheng's thighs. Then he bent down and kissed her lightly on her embroidered shoes, which was the highest thank you of the barbarian to man.

The old barbarian also said a few words to the old peasant on the side, and when the old peasant turned his head to look at Lou Zheng, his face was full of wrinkles with joy.

"Little lady, it's done! The old patriarch has agreed to do business with us. Let us take out the goods for him to inspect, if it is suitable, he will exchange with us, if it is not suitable, do not negotiate. ”

Lou Zheng nodded, turned around and walked out of the tent, General Lou had been waiting for a long time, and saw his daughter come out of the tent. A long sigh of relief.

"Jiaojiao. How is it? ”

Lou Zheng blinked playfully rarely, "Daddy, Uncle Zhou, it's done." Let's have someone bring a few jars of pickles. ”

When the old patriarch of the barbarian stretched out his black fingers and wiped it on the seal of the pickle jar, put it in his mouth and tasted it. Suddenly. His calm eyes sparkled.

It's salt! It's salt!

The barbarians don't have salt, and damn it, the people of the Dawu Dynasty never sell salt to them. Their salt is not exported.

Now they were overjoyed to see that what Lou Zheng and they had exchanged for was actually a rich and salty pickle.

If these pickles were available, the people would no longer have to eat the filthy soil and the foul-smelling blood, and the old patriarch would have lived as a human spirit, much more knowledgeable than the able-bodied barbarian boys.

He tried his best to hide the excitement in his heart, and said a few words to the old farmer.

But his sparkling eyes completely betrayed his truest thoughts.

The old peasant listened to the old patriarch's words, and turned to General Lou, Zhou Bi, Lou Zheng and the others: "The old patriarch is willing to exchange the cattle, sheep and horses they have raised for these pickles with us. ”

Lou Zheng coughed twice, "Grandpa, you go and ask them how to change it." ”

Zhou Bi looked at Lou Zheng from the side, a pair of clear big eyes flashed with alertness, stopped General Lou's words, smiled at him and shook his head slightly.

The barbarians are simple, and it is better for them to make barter rules than to let them say it themselves, so that it is easier for both parties to accept.

Besides, Lou Zheng also had the intention of taking advantage of the barbarians.

Sure enough, after the old farmer conveyed Lou Zheng's meaning, after a while, the old farmer's face was full of uncontrollable surprise.

The old peasant stretched out three old fingers to General Lou Zheng and others.

"Uncle, don't sell it!" Zhou Bi urged helplessly.

"A jar of pickles for a cow!" The old farmer excitedly announced the result.

Oh, my God!

A jar of pickles pickled with coarse salt is only a few dollars, at most it is a few dozen yuan, and counting the money of the clay jar, just like that, a small jar of pickles is exchanged for a cow?

If the big merchants of the Dawu Dynasty who were used to doing business in Guanzhong, they would not dare to believe it.

If General Lou had been asked to set the rules at that time, I am afraid that it would not have been one jar of pickles for one cow, but ten jars would not have been.

Lou Zheng thought for a while and said, "Grandpa, you tell them that we agreed to this condition, and we didn't exchange more than ten jars of pickles, so we will give them a jar." ”

Although the old farmer didn't know the little lady's intentions, he still conveyed Lou Zheng's words in 1510.

The result is that in the eyes of the people of the Dawu Dynasty, it is not a favor at all, so that the barbarians of this small tribe are very grateful, and the old patriarch personally promised to bring this news to other small barbarian tribes on the grassland.

This small tribe of barbarians took almost half of their tribe's livestock and exchanged them for the pickles they had.

When a hundred jars of pickles were exchanged for a large number of cattle and sheep and even a few strong steppe horses, the entire military camp was shocked.

Because of the large number of livestock, it was difficult to rush back to Liangzhou City, so they rushed directly to the horse farm next to the border army barracks.

There were nearly forty yaks alone, with about fifty sheep and unrivaled horses.

Although there are many people in the army, there are only a limited number of pastures, and these yaks and sheep can be kept here for a few days, but if they want to keep them for a long time, it is unlikely that they need manpower, and secondly, there is not so much food to supply them.

So Lou Zheng decided to slaughter all these yaks and sheep in the next few days.

And the horses were sent directly to the cavalry battalion of the father's left wing army.

Looking at the yaks and sheep in the horse farm, Lou Zheng kept thinking in his heart that once the old patriarch spread the news, there would definitely be barbarians from other tribes coming to trade with them one after another.

When the time comes, if Lu Hongxiu can rush back, they can also provide those barbarians with some coarse cloth, condiments, millet and other common things for daily life.

If the business protection is good, it is actually a long-term business.

The border grasslands of Liangzhou are vast, and the barbarians actually live in a large area, perhaps not much smaller than the Dawu Dynasty, and the Dawu Dynasty trade routes are mostly opened in the Western Regions and the sea, and have never opened up trade routes in the north, if this trade with the barbarians can continue, then they can occupy the largest share of this trade route.

General Lou has been guarding the border for many years, and the border environment is harsh, and he is the most abrasive.

Now General Lou is only less than forty years old, but he looks like he is in his early fifties, although there are no battles in these years, but there are many fragmentary battles, and General Lou has many dark wounds on his body, because he has not taken care of it, his body is not as good as before.

General Lou has been guarding the border for more than ten years, and it is impossible for Lou Zheng to let his father suffer at the border all the time, so that those people in the main house can enjoy it.

In the future, my father returned to Shengjing to report on his work, and with the temper of the old lady, I am afraid that he would not share any of the family wealth for him and his father.

Father can not care, but she can't help but think about her father!

Lou Zheng's eyes sparkled as he looked at the livestock in the horse farm.

As soon as she returned to the Marshal's Mansion this day, Lou Zheng asked Steward Wu to find all the butchers she could find in Liangzhou City, and she would use these people tomorrow.

Steward Wu had already listened to the guards who followed him in advance about the process of the general and the little lady trading with the barbarians today, and praised Lou Zheng happily.

"Uncle Wu, don't say it, my face is going to be red, go find the butcher, I'll use it tomorrow!"

"Okay, okay, the old slave will help the little lady to find the butcher."

The next day, Lou Zheng changed into a light men's dress in Tsing Yi and took the medicine slave general and dozens of butchers to the horse farm in the border army camp.

The group was huge, and those who didn't know thought that it was a general who was training with his own soldiers.

Each of these butchers carried a huge wooden barrel on their backs, and a large cloth bag hung from their waists, which was what they were eating.

When they arrived at the place and saw more than 40 yaks in front of them, these butchers were stunned.

One of the butchers, who was in his forties, swallowed his saliva suddenly, and then asked a general next to him, "Master Jun, did you ask us to kill these cows?" ”

The general laughed, "Brother has a good eye, these are the cattle that the little lady exchanged with the barbarians yesterday, these big guys are not buffaloes, they can't plow the fields, and it's a waste of food to put them, so the little lady decided to slaughter these cattle, and then you can also get a few catties of beef to try." ”

Cow! This is really a cow! Although it is still very different from a buffalo, it is also a cow.

This kind of thing can only exist in books in the Dawu Dynasty, the buffalo is an important property of farmers and even the government, every family has a buffalo to report, and the dead buffalo has to go to the government to explain the reason, such a treasure, even a buffalo is more important than some people, want to kill the cow, the next life! (To be continued.) )