Completely out of Xu Shiyang's expectations, the angry words he had just uttered were actually caught by Zamuhe.

"I give you your own daughter? That's fine. ”

Zamuhe said nonchalantly:

"I have a princess, named Pearl, thirteen years old, her heart is clearer than the lake, she is more beautiful than the most gorgeous pearl, a few years ago there were 50,000 cows and sheep in 10,000 households to marry my pearl princess, I did not agree! But if you want, I can agree to her being your wife. ”

"Huh?"

Xu Shiyang didn't expect to come to such a show, he really didn't want to ask for a woman with the Muguls - what's so good about the Mughur women who deal with sheep all day long?

In this year, some Han people do think that orchids are very amorous, and Goryeo women are also good.

But in fact, all the surrounding ethnic groups think that the Han woman is the most beautiful - this can be seen from the price, for example, an ordinary Mughal woman on the grassland is worth only two sheep, and a Han woman may be worth a horse.

Xu Shiyang used to have some charming fantasies about the ethnic minority beauties of this era, but after seeing the living conditions of the grassland, he quickly agreed with this view.

Who would want to marry a Mugwu woman? What is the difference between that taste and marrying a sheep?

What's more, ......, listen to what Zamuhe said about his daughter: 50,000 cows and sheep!

The princess worth 50,000 cows and sheep is really expensive.

It's all about selling.

"I'm not asking you for a woman!" Xu Shiyang said with some annoyance: "I just made an analogy!" ”

"I heard that Xu Shiyang, the son of Qi Shiyang, is the number one warrior in the world, how can what you say not count?" Zamuhe frowned and said, "You don't even count this little thing, so how can I believe your previous promise?" ”

True Nyima makes sense, it's just speechless.

Xu Shiyang found that he had accidentally dug a pit for himself, and this Meng Wu was really cunning.

"This matter is settled, but I marry my daughter to you, you have to give some benefits!"

Zamuhe asked in a natural tone:

"How much good can you give me?"

"You are a married daughter, you are selling your daughter!"

"Don't you Han people also have to pay a dowry when they marry a wife? In this way, I will send you the pearl princess next year, and then I will prepare 3,000 horses, 5,000 oxen, mules, camels, and 30,000 sheep as a dowry! How much can you give? ”

Zamuhe's idea is very simple, he has just hinted that his daughter is worth more than 50,000 cattle and sheep, plus these 3,000 horses, 5,000 cattle and 30,000 sheep, how can the dowry given by the good-faced Han people not be less than 100,000 livestock!

Maybe 150,000? Do you want to start asking from 200,000?

Xu Shiyang was speechless for a while.

Sure enough, if you are shameless, you are invincible in the world.

However, this era is like this, and it's not just the Tartars, even the emperors of the Han dynasty usually don't care about the personal happiness of their princesses - marrying the son of an important minister as a cage is already good, and it is miserable to give relatives to foreign races, which is no longer a question of personal happiness.

You must know that the barbarians outside the Saiwai really have the custom of father dying and son succeeding!

Everyone doesn't care about women's thoughts, which makes it seem that Xu Shiyang's concept is too out of line.

Anyway, Xu Shiyang would not agree to buy and sell women as goods - at least not his own women!

Xu Shiyang didn't plan to buy a woman for himself, not to mention that he already had a lot of women.

"I have no intention of marrying your daughter, and I am not going to give you any dowry."

In the end, Xu Shiyang replied categorically:

"However, your livestock can be counted as what I bought, and I will exchange it with you for salt, woollen cloth, tea, and glassware at a preferential price of 20% off the market price."

"If you want to buy your subordinates, I propose that the two Qimeng markets each other, and you can choose the mutual market quota - the tribes that obey you give them the quota for the mutual market, give them your fuse to trade with us, and if you don't obey your tribe, we will not accept them without your seal."

"That should be enough for you."

Zamuhe thought about it and thought that this seemed to be fine.

The grassland products are very scarce, and a large number of daily necessities need to be exported from the outside, and the same is true of the luxuries enjoyed by the nobles, so historically, when the grassland peoples were qualified to negotiate terms with the Central Plains regime, mutual markets were a condition that must be mentioned.

Permission to trade with each other can indeed be used as a reward to buy people's hearts.

"I agree." Zamuhe asked, "Where is the location of the mutual market?" ”

"Your people are easy to cause trouble on my territory, and after this time, you will probably be worried that my people will go to the grassland."

Xu Shiyang replied contemplatively:

"In this way, it is located in Datong, the territory of the Han army and the marquis, not in the territory of the two of us, so that it can be opened all year round."

"Good! That's it! Zamuhe stretched out his hand: "We high-five and swear!" ”

Xu Shiyang smiled and reached out to high-five the Great Khan of the Mughu.

"The trade volume can be larger, as long as you exchange the Han people that were plundered before, I don't really care about selling iron tools to the grassland."

"Really?"

It was a big surprise for Zamuhe.

In fact, all the regimes around the grasslands before: the Great Zhou of the Han people, the Great Liao of the Khitan, the Dajin of the Jurchens, and even the Great Xia of the Party strictly controlled the import of iron tools into the grassland.

So much so that at the most terrifying time, a set of iron armor was worth more than ninety head of livestock!

This is also an important reason why the Mughurs always failed to defeat the Jurchens: every time the bow and arrow were fired, the Mughurs were shot by the Jurchens, and their bone arrows could only tickle the Jurchens' armor.

After the Great Zhou moved south, the equipment of the Mughal people was much better, they picked up a lot of weapons dropped by the collapsed Zhou army, and obtained a lot of craftsmen and iron tools from the Shanxi Shihou who took the initiative to take refuge.

When the Muguls were at their best, a set of iron armor had been reduced in price to only one camel.

But after that, the Mughal Great Khans continued to challenge the Jurchen army, always losing more and winning less, and losing a lot of iron weapons.

For example, last year's replenishment was in trouble again, so Zamuhe was naturally very excited when he heard that Qi Guo, which was known for its strong armor and military strength, was willing to sell iron tools.

"Remember, I want the Han Chinese who were taken captive by you before!"

Xu Shiyang reminded:

"Give me back the people, and I will only allow the export of ironware, otherwise don't think about it!"

"No problem in this regard!"

Anyway, it is impossible for Xu Shiyang to find out how many Han people fell into the hands of the Mugwu people in the previous decades, and every time he gives hundreds or thousands of Han slaves to the Qi State, it is good to be able to open a market for iron tools.

……

After reaching an agreement, Zamuhe left satisfied.

He got a promise that Qi would no longer attack the grassland, and more importantly, the Qimeng Mutual Market could import all kinds of materials urgently needed by the Mengwu people on a large scale, and Xu Shiyang made it clear that he would only accept the caravan sent by Zamuhe, so who would eat the big cake of the Mutual Market was completely up to him.

Zamuhe is confident that he will rely on the benefits brought by the mutual market to stabilize his position, and he can enhance his equipment by importing iron tools through the mutual market.