"Gotta... The sound of horses' hooves was incessant, and the long caravan stretched out from the gate of the fortress, and there was no end in sight.

"Good girl, money steward, this is your caravan? Carry goods with such a good horse? Zou Qun sighed, it was not that he had never seen a large-scale caravan, but there were so many people, but he didn't even have a car, and he extravagantly used the horses he looked at to pull the goods, and this goods were still not very valuable wool, but it made him a little eye-opener.

"Uh... The owner is in a hurry and in a hurry, so... I didn't use the car. The money steward knew that it was a bit violent to use the wool of good horses and horses in the eyes of others, so he explained a few words.

Zhiwen thought that he was still young, and he was worried that he had appeared in Zhangjiakou, and he was afraid that he would be recognized by someone with a heart, so he didn't want to come out, and he handed over everything he should take care of to Qian Guan.

"Money manager, in addition to buying horses, is this wool on your trip to the grassland?" Zou Qun chatted casually with the money manager.

One hand was put in his arms, weighing the heavy bag of silver, his heart blossomed, he didn't care too much about what these people were doing with so much wool, what he cared about was that this bag of silver was three hundred taels, and the whole sentry brothers could each share five or six taels, but there was no income at all in the next few days, and it was worth guarding the city gate for ten days.

Money steward is the atmosphere, yesterday came to the gate of the city, did not say a few words, quietly stuffed a large amount of silver, at that time he was stunned, as a soldier for many years, such a bold big business, really never met a few times, look at the size of the caravan, originally thought that there was going to be no grain, who knows but made a small windfall.

"The owner is in the wool business, and there is not enough in the customs, so I went to the grassland on purpose." The money steward arched his hand.

"Really? You have entered the gates, but where are you going? Zou Qun's mind was taken back from the silver, and he paid attention to the words of the money manager, his question seemed simple, but there was another mystery.

Zou Qun's time in Zhangjiakou is not short, under the influence of his ears and eyes, he also has some understanding of various trades, wool industry, ordinary merchants are really unprofitable, nothing more than to make felt clothes and felt hats to sell to various border towns, can flourish, most of them are inextricably linked with the army, plus this caravan has bought so many good horses, so he can't help but have some ideas.

"Oh, let's go east, the owner's trading company is on the east side." Steward Qian didn't think there was anything to hide about this, so he told him the direction Zhiwen told him.

East? Zou Qun's eyes narrowed slightly, that was the direction of the Beijing Division, it seemed that it was the Jingshi Honor, no wonder he dared to get involved in the affairs of the army, and he couldn't be offended if he met it in the future.

"What do you call your trading company?" Zou Qun asked.

This trading company is so generous, it is worth making friends, yesterday this steward said that he needed a lot of road guidance, and now it seems that people are sending money in a different way, look, good horses, wool, and so many Mongolian people, without a strong military background, can they do these things? How could there be a lack of customs clearance paperwork.

Since the other party is showing goodwill, Zou Qun naturally wants to return the favor, and he has to write down his name.

"Zhuolu Trading Company." The money steward replied that the name was told to him by Zhiwen on the road.

"Zhuo-Lu-Shang-She!" Zou Qun read it word by word a few times, this name is still easy to remember, and Luo Da on the side was also remembered by Zou Qun.

"Zhuolu Trading Company!" Zou Qun said majestically to the soldiers, "In the future, we will be our friends, and if we come to Zhangjiakou again, we have to help if we can, do you hear?" ”

"I heard you!" The soldiers replied in unison, loudly, startling several of the Mongols who were passing through the city gates.

"Ouch, that's a good dare, I have thanked the general on behalf of the owner!" Steward Qian didn't know why the soldier was so enthusiastic, and hurriedly thanked him.

"Money steward is polite, let's support each other in the future, support each other!" Zou Qun smiled and patted Steward Qian's shoulder enthusiastically.

Fan Xuan put his hands behind his back, taking advantage of the fact that the sun was not rising in the early morning, the climate was cool, and there were few pedestrians, he began to walk in circles in the fort (Zhangjiakou Lower Fort) as usual.

The two elders accompanied him one after the other, both as a guard and as a guide, this old man likes to think about things while walking, if no one accompanies him, he is estimated to be able to hit the wall.

After this year, he went to Liaodong, he has run twice, the first trip because of theft, heavy losses, fortunately, the second trip is not dangerous, although after the delivery of Shengjing went to the water, but it has nothing to do with their eight grain merchants, barely made up for the loss of the first trip.

The Great Khan Huang Taiji did not anger them because of the water, and sent a message to let them run again, and even paid some deposit.

In recent years, with the continuous rise of the Houjin, the eight major grain merchants headed by the Fan family have mainly focused on Liaodong, and the business of the Mongolian departments has been unable to take care of it.

However, in order to make up for the loss of the first trip to Liaodong, after the discussion of the eight families, the third trip to Houjin after the year was not only to transport the materials needed by Huangtaiji, but also to prepare more grain and salt, and sell it to the Mongols by the way.

It's just that Fan Xuan is old after all, these two trips to Liaodong, he went into battle in person, and he was exhausted, which really consumed too much of his energy, the original gray beard is now all white, the hair with slightly frosty sideburns is also half white, the legs and feet are also a little inconvenient, and the body is even worse, this third trip to Liaodong is really unable to run, and he has to let a brother of the same clan travel on his behalf.

The situation of several other families is similar, the first two trips are when the family personally went out of the horse, one by one old arms and legs, was tossed enough, the third trip was changed to the brothers or junior talents, but this trip should not be a big problem, the steppe has been combed by Dolgonbeile with men and horses, presumably the Mongolian Tartars dare not jump again, as for those horse thieves, in front of their caravan is not worth mentioning.

Leading the team is Jin Liangyu, a son of the Jin family, among the eight families, except for Fan Yongdou, this person is the most talented in business and most valued by all parents.

Thinking of Jin Liangyu, Fan Xuan thought of his eldest son Fan Yongdou, who was still missing, and felt deeply anxious in his heart, he had been unable to make a move due to the trip to Liaodong before, and he had just sent a few people to Jinnan a few days ago, and he didn't know how the situation was investigated.

"Sir!" The two long-term generals just lowered their heads and thought about their thoughts, and Fan Xuan, who ignored the surrounding situation, supported him left and right.

"What?" Fan Xuan raised his head and asked.

"Look, we can't go ahead, so let's turn our heads." A long attendant replied.

The sound of horses' hooves kept ringing, and one after another horses were connected back and forth, occupying all the long streets in front of Fan Xuan and them, and they didn't even think about walking through the street.

What a horse, Fan Xuan's eyes narrowed, what is this horse carrying? Wool!

Fan Xuan simply came to the entrance of the alley, looked left and right, good guy, one end of the horse team came from the direction of the far fort, looking at the endless appearance, this horse team did not seem to have completely entered the customs, and then looked at the other end, it had already left the fort and went east.