The sweat tent next to the river bend is still there, but it is no longer the largest yurt in the vicinity, and it is even a little inconspicuous against the backdrop of the other, more ambitious houses.

At first glance, what appears to be a huge yurt is actually an earthen hut made of mud on the spot, but it is similar in appearance to a yurt, and it is the exclusive warehouse of the Darindaibu and the Zhuolu Trading Company.

The grain, cloth, and green salt left by Zhiwen before leaving, as well as the grain that passed through the Great Wall, the large and small duntai military forts, and the endless supply of grain from Zhuolu Mountain, were all piled up inside.

In the gap between the warehouses, there are occasionally a few exquisite yurts, which are the residences of important people in the Dalin Terrace, and at the end of the warehouse, there is a simple wooden fence standing up, enclosing the warehouse inside, and from time to time there are soldiers on horseback, patrolling inside and outside the fence.

In addition to being the sweat tent of the Dalin Taibu, it is also one of the base camps of the Zhuolu Trading Company outside the Saiwai, and the grain transported from Zhuolu Mountain ends here, and the remuneration is also settled here, and if you want to continue to help and transport the wool back to Zhuolu Mountain, this is the starting point.

Outside the fence, there are patches of yurts, although not as exquisite as the fence, but they are also clean and not shabby, and this is the gathering place of ordinary herdsmen in Dalintai.

Today's Darling Terrace is no longer what it used to be.

In just a few months since Zhiwen left the grassland, the Dalin Taibu has developed from an inconspicuous small tribe to a medium-sized tribe, although there is still a gap between the traditional large tribes, but it is not far behind, at least in terms of population size, it is not inferior to the Sunit Left Banner.

Since they had the grain left by Zhiwen as a sharp weapon, Lin Yuan sent people to attack everywhere, especially after winning the right to purchase the wool of Sunit Left Banner, the reputation of Dalin Taibu has spread far and wide.

For a time, various small tribes came to vote, and the scale of Dalintai grew like a blow.

Lin Yuan didn't want to accept everyone at first, and wanted to pick and choose, but a few people like Lin Tai were too far behind compared to the manpower needed to buy the wool of Sunit Left Banner.

Soon after Zhiwen left the grassland, Sulut, together with his old friend in the Right Banner, as well as Tang and Zhi, won the dominance of the Right Banner, and like the Left Banner, he set up Taiji Chaoerhong, with his old friend as the prime minister.

This means that when the sheep are sheared again in late summer and early autumn, the scale has doubled, and the situation forces Lin Yuan to compromise, but anyone who is willing to join the Dalin Taibu only needs to make an oath to the Immortal Heaven.

There is no way, who let the small tribes on the grassland who have no food to eat, and there are so many scattered herdsmen.

Further out from the gathering area of ordinary herdsmen, there are rows and rows of fields, the scale of which is naturally far larger than when Zhiwen first arrived, and the cultivation is no longer wheat, but two sacred objects transported from Zhuolu Mountain, sweet potatoes and potatoes.

Lin Yuan is already good at farming, after listening to the magical performance of these two goods, he is naturally interested, not to mention the yield, just drought tolerance, and two kinds of these two a year, which is enough to make people's hearts move.

Lin Yuan didn't say a word, taking advantage of the fact that it was not too late to farm, he led people to plant patches of sweet potatoes and potatoes, the terrain in this area is flat, there are not many stones in the soil, and it is not difficult to open up the wasteland.

Of course, Zhuolu Trading Company treats everyone equally, and charges 30% of the seed fee for Dalin Taibu.

Between the fields and the herdsmen's gathering place, to be precise, is a corner of the gathering area, the yurts here are clean and generous, and more are shabby, not quite consistent with the surrounding scene, some out of place, this is a special area in the Dalin Terrace, is a gathering place for all kinds of people and horses to spontaneously transport grain, wool and other things.

"Buy and leave, buy and leave."

Next to a worn-out Mongolian felt bag, a group of people with different costumes and hairstyles gathered together, and in the middle of a small open space, padded with an old cloth of unknown texture, dirty and shiny.

In the middle of the old cloth, a dice barrel was rattling, and there were two piles of copper coins and broken silver piled together on the left and right, and the greasy and smooth rags made the dice holder slide smoothly.

"What for?" A big man next to the dice tube stopped one of the hands that was reaching for the pile.

"No... Nothing, it's just... I don't want to bet small, change to big, okay? The owner of the hand stammered in reply.

"I just said okay, I bought it and left it, didn't you hear it? If you want to change, don't ask me, ask the gentlemen if they are happy. Dahan scolded unceremoniously.

"What to change, everyone is like you, you can't drive for half a day, and you still play a ball."

"It's just that if you can afford to play, you can play, and if you can't afford to play, get out of the way."

"Who knows how many bets you just made, it's not that you want to fish in troubled waters and make some extra money." A voice said darkly.

The owner of the hand was anxious, "I just placed a bet of twenty wen, for such a small amount of money, should I do such a bad thing?" ”

"Alright, alright." The man who was shaking the dice stopped what he was doing, "Don't say a few words, this brother, I've stopped at the moment, you can't change it if you want to, besides, what if you change it wrong?" ”

"Stop talking nonsense, get out of the way." Someone next to him urged the man who was shaking the dice.

"Open! Open! Open! The men became excited and shouted in unison.

"Don't worry, this is open, there is nothing to raise, here, buy the size, Tong Su is not bullied, lucky the money in your hand will be able to turn over soon."

"You mother's less nonsense, just us people around here, you got them, open quickly." Someone is getting impatient.

"It's open, it's open." The man shaking the dice had a smile on his face, and slowly lifted the dice tube with one hand.

As the dice wheel was slowly lifted, the three dice inside were gradually revealed.

"Great!" "Small!" The crowd was even more excited, shouting around the rags.

"That's him!" At this moment, a voice sounded behind everyone, "Father-in-law, he is the one who cheated me out of my money. ”

"Sons, give it to me!" Another gruff voice rang out, followed by the sound of dense footsteps, heading straight for the humble gambling booth.

"The wind is tight, and it's blowing." The man who shook the dice quickly buttoned the dice cup, stretched out his hands left and right, grabbed the two ends of the old cloth, and lifted it upward, and in the loud sound, the dice, the dice tube, and two piles of silver coins were all wrapped.

"What are you doing?" Someone was furious, stretched out his hand to intercept it, but he didn't want this man to be extremely flexible, twisted left and right, and squeezed out of the crowd with the package on his back.