Regarding Lin Yu's question, Yang Shaofeng couldn't help but cover his forehead and said, "I know that they can imitate it in the future, but can the things they weave be the same as those woven in our border cities?" It's like ordinary wine and fairy drunkness, is that the same thing? ”

Seeing that Lin Yu was still a little confused, Yang Shaofeng suddenly scolded with some hatred: "Quality! The woolen blankets that came out of the border city were evenly thick and didn't pierce people, so those barbarians could make such a thing?

Even if they can make it up, don't they want to be better? Why else would I tell you to go to those women who can weave? ”

As soon as he heard Yang Shaofeng mention the matter of the textile workers again, Lin Yu's face suddenly fell, and he poured another sip of tea before he said: "This matter is not easy to handle now, except for the mothers-in-law of Qiu Ba of Wanquan Right Guard, there is no one else who is willing to come to work." ”

Yang Shaofeng shook his head and said: "That's also very good, this kind of thing can't be rushed, wait for them to see the benefits, and then you won't need to recruit workers under my banner anymore." ”

Seeing that Lin Yu laughed a few times and didn't speak, Yang Shaofeng continued: "Salt matter, how are you preparing?" ”

Lin Yu said with a strong thumb: "Brother-in-law Gao Ming, I just went with Wu Ming to pick up that batch of salt a few days ago, and the salt filtered according to my brother-in-law's method is really as white as snow, and anyone who looks at it is a first-class good salt!" ”

……

Yang Shaofeng smiled and picked up a small pinch of snow-white salt, then stretched out his tongue and licked it, and snorted: "Old, how about this salt?" ”

Looking at the salt spit out by Yang Shaofeng, Timur's eyes couldn't help but feel a little regretful, and he couldn't help but twist a small handful, and then licked it with the tip of his tongue.

The salty and fresh taste exploded on the taste buds, and Timur, who originally wanted to learn from Yang Shaofeng's spit out, suddenly changed his mind, and swallowed it with an uncomfortable feeling, and then said with a strong thumb: "Good salt, definitely a first-class good salt!" ”

Yang Shaofeng nodded and said: "Of course, this salt was originally taken from the salt pond that produced tribute salt, and it was a little worse than the tribute salt used by the royal family, it was definitely a rare and good salt, and it was impossible to buy it on the market." ”

Pointing to a pile of sacks next to him, Yang Shaofeng continued: "These salts are prepared for the Taishi and the heads of various tribes, because they are extremely rare, so the price is also a little higher."

As for these, they are prepared for ordinary herdsmen, and they are no different from the salt that the people of the Ming Dynasty eat, or even better. ”

Timur said with a bitter face: "Oh, how can those herdsmen afford this salt?" ”

Yang Shaofeng waved his hand and said, "Where is this, if these salts can't be eaten by the herdsmen, what else do I want to transport them for?"

You can rest assured, Your Majesty said that the grassland herdsmen are the same as the people of my Ming Dynasty, they are all His Majesty's people, so the price at which the herdsmen buy this salt is the same as the price that the people of Daming buy.

Of course, because the distance is relatively long, the price here is one or two pennies higher than that of the hinterland of the Ming Dynasty, but it is not a big problem to think about it, and there are a few more catties of wool. ”

Timur was suspicious: "Wool? What wool? ”

As if he felt that he had lost his words, Yang Shaofeng hurriedly said: "It's nothing, it's nothing, you heard it wrong." ”

Timur said: "Brother Yang, what's going on with this wool?" If there's any way to get rich, you can't leave your old brother behind......"

Yang Shaofeng sighed, stomped his feet, and said: "Wool is wool, I buy a lot of wool, and I plan to weave it into a blanket, so I can earn a few more copper plates to support my family, right?" ”

Timur said suspiciously: "Really? So how much do you collect wool? ”

Yang Shaofeng pointed outside and said in a low voice: "These sheep are traded in the border market, and naturally no one wants wool, so won't it be cheaper for me?" Do I still need to take it? When I said a few pounds of wool just now, I meant to get more wool from here.

Of course, if I can make a blanket out of wool, I guess I will buy a lot of wool in the future. ”

Timur was more interested.

For the entire Tatar tribe, men are naturally first-class and important, after all, fighting a war is the process of consuming men, and when the men die, the tribe is finished.

In particular, the Taishi is still planning to find the Warat people to "borrow" some labor, and now the men in the tribe are even more important.

Now being able to find a job for these women to gather wool was nothing less than a surprise for Timur.

At all times, women are absolutely important and indispensable, otherwise how can the tribe multiply? Who will graze the cattle and sheep? It would be even better if you could earn some more money by picking wool.

As for wool?

When did the grassland lack cattle and sheep? It's nothing more than raising fewer cattle and more sheep in the future, and fooling more people to raise sheep, and then organizing these women to gather wool.

After pondering for a while, Timur said directly: "Since this is the case, then let's talk about it first, and when the time comes, Brother Yang will guarantee the supply of the wool that Brother Yang needs, and we will negotiate the price." ”

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For slave ...... For the sake of labor, for the wool, for the silver of white flowers, the grassland that was originally a little quiet in winter boiled.

There is no reason to talk about the grassland, let alone warmth, and the only thing that everyone recognizes is fists and sabers.

Just like the oldest tradition in the steppe, if two tribes or two people have a dispute, then attack each other, whoever wins will be justified, and if he loses, he will naturally have nothing to say.

Because of the feud formed by the split of the Northern Yuan, Arutai has always looked at Mahamu, Taiping, and Vulpola as the three Warat lowly races, and the three Warats are also unhappy with Arutai.

The Tatars and Warats, who had been attacking each other all the time, would still be afraid of the attitude of the Ming Dynasty, but now the labor employment system that Yang Shaofeng tossed out directly made the Tatars and Warats, who were originally staring at each other, completely red-eyed.

Arutai planned to capture the Varat as laborers, and the Varats, who also intended to make money by capturing laborers, set their sights on the Tatars.

However, to everyone's bewilderment, the four major tribes of Tatar and Warat were not doing well, and many small tribes disappeared in the winter at the end of the thirteenth year of Yongle with the sound of horses' hooves and the whistling of swords, and then became laborers in the coal mines of the border city.

Didn't anyone say that, cuddling grass and beating rabbits, piggybacking on hands.

Seeing that they are about to survive, many small tribes are looking for a way out, either huddle together for warmth, or completely integrate into the four major tribes, so as not to disappear completely one day.

was tossed by Yang Shaofeng like this, Yongle's fourteen-year tribute was destined to be a joke.

Because those tribes that have disappeared or disappeared voluntarily have no way to pay tribute, what all countries come to the court, and projects such as grassland tribute horses have become a thing of the past, if it weren't for the fact that there are still the four major departments of the Nanyang countries and the grassland that can complete the normal tribute, I am afraid that the bigwigs of the Ministry of Rites and Honglu Temple should be scolding the street with their throats.

Of course, it doesn't matter to Yang Shaofeng whether those bigwigs are scolding the street or not, anyway, they are all scolded by them as Yang crazy, and it is nothing to be scolded a few more words.

As the saying goes, if there are more lice, there is no itching, and if there are more debts, there is no worry, or that dead pigs are not afraid of boiling water, just like those authors who break off their sexuality, and no matter how much you scold him, he will not be honestly updated.

Time came to the twenty-fifth day of December in the thirteenth year of Yongle in the blood and fire of the grassland.

Seeing that there are still two days to celebrate the New Year, and there are not a few days before the Chinese New Year's Eve, the entire border city has begun to be lit up, and those businessmen who stay here are beginning to prepare for the first New Year in the border city, Yang Shaofeng, who has almost nothing to do, wonders, what should he do?

Or give some benefits to those laborers? They were captured by Arutai or Mahamu, and as an official of the Heavenly Empire, wouldn't it be a matter of course for this son to send them some warmth?

However, when Lin Yu came to the door with a fox fur, Yang Shaofeng left those so-called grassland laborers out of the clouds.

Except for the collar is fiery red, the rest of the entire coat is all white, even a single miscellaneous hair can't be found, and there is no trace of splicing, which shows how much work this fox fur has put in.

Even Lin Yu, who was holding the fox fur, was a little envious, and pouted: "My sister sent it to me, saying that the foxes around the entire capital have fallen into bad luck, and nearly a hundred foxes have only made such a piece." ”

Handing the fox fur to Yang Shaofeng, Lin Yu pointed to the one on his body again, and then said with a look of lovelessness: "Your one was made by my sister herself, and then look at the one on my body, I obviously don't know who made it, there are many miscellaneous hairs, and it can't be compared with yours at all." ”

The fine stitches and seamless splicing techniques made Yang Shaofeng couldn't help but wonder: "This is your sister's own hand?" This female worker seems to have decades of experience, right? ”

Lin Yu's face stiffened, and he turned to his neck and said, "This is what my sister did with her own hands!" My sister is not only a female celebrity, but also a good cook, you married my sister, it is a blessing that you have accumulated in eight lifetimes! ”

His eyes rolled, and Lin Yu continued: "If you don't believe it, you can wait until you get married to ask my sister to see what she says." ”

Yang Shaofeng sighed, put the fox fur on his body, and then said with a smile: "I will tell your sister when the time comes, just say that you dislike her female popularity, and the sewn clothes can't be worn, and then see which of us dies first!" ”

Lin Yu screamed: "This is really a brother-in-law!" And with such a pit brother-in-law! ”

Yang Shaofeng laughed and said, "It's just you, you bite me?" What's new in the capital? Wei Guogong didn't go looking for trouble, did he? ”

Lin Yu sneered and said, "Duke Wei? Since he was grounded last time, he has been very well-behaved recently, and those dog minions in his house are much more honest.

However, my sister wrote to me asking if I would like to send your concubine who didn't enter the door to warm your bed, so that you don't have to suffer the cold here. ”

Seeing that the topic was being talked about to death, Yang Shaofeng had no choice but to divert the topic and said, "How much of that salt, how much did the Tatars get over there?" How many more did the Warats get over there? Also, have you honestly paid the commercial tax that should be paid? ”