"Brother Zheng, do you only collect sheep?" Lin Yuan asked after listening to Nannan's words, his face was a little disappointed.

In this way, he himself has nothing to trade with Zhiwen and them, the only few sheep in the family, Lin Yuan is reluctant to sell, once there is a shortage of food, the two brothers and sisters can rely on these sheep for food, although the goat milk is fishy, it is uncomfortable to eat too much, but it is better than being hungry.

It's a pity, a new foal added to the family last year, it is a stallion, very majestic, and I want to sell it to Zhiwen cheaper, and it can be regarded as repaying the friendship of sending tea yesterday, so there is no way to do it now.

Zhiwen looked at Xiaoying a little helplessly, knowing that the three girls misunderstood their words, they wanted wool, not sheep, and there was no place suitable for large-scale sheep herding near Zhuolu Mountain, how to deal with buying so many sheep back? Do we have to recruit more people to raise sheep?

When I chose to settle at the northern foot of Taihang Mountain, I took a fancy to the proximity to the side plug and the convenience of purchasing wool, rather than relying on my own sheep raising and shearing sheep, which would take a lot of effort.

Looking at Lin Yuan again, although he didn't know why he was disappointed, Zhiwen knew that it would definitely not work to only collect sheep, so he hurriedly explained, "Brother Lin, don't worry, I didn't make it clear, my sister misunderstood, don't worry, I will definitely not only collect sheep, we will not collect too many sheep, and we don't have the ability to rush back." ”

Here he comforted Xiaoying again, "Blame me for not making it clear, let's go, let's go." ”

Lin Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, "I'll go with you, I'll just say, you come all the way from the Guannei, how can you not even want a horse." ”

"Huh? Brother Lin, can the Mongols sell us horses? Zhiwen asked.

"Sell, don't sell horses, what do Mongolians exchange for daily needs?" Lin Yuan asked rhetorically.

"Doesn't it mean that Mongolia attaches great importance to its own war horse resources and is not allowed to sell war horses to the Central Plains?" Zhiwen asked again.

"I don't know when it happened, after Altan Khan, it was basically abolished." Lin Yuan shook his head and said, "Besides, if there is no unified decree, how can we manage it, I and other ordinary herdsmen, apart from those few horses, what else can we sell?" ”

The tone was a little melancholy.

"Sheep..., don't you want to sell them?" Zhiwen was a little curious, although he didn't want to collect the sheep.

"Brother Zheng, let me tell you this, the horse is the tool of our herdsman, without it, we can't go out, we can't work, the dog is our herdsman's partner, the shepherd is inseparable from it, the sheep are our grain bags, ordinary people only have a few sheep, when there is a shortage of food, they all rely on it to live, how can they be willing to sell it easily." Lin Yuan said.

"Doesn't this horse have mare's milk?" Zhiwen remembered that when he first met Xue Ping, the three of them lived on mare's milk.

Lin Yuan shook his head, "Horses eat more than sheep, but they produce less milk than sheep, what do you think is more cost-effective?" ”

And it has to be a mare to have milk, and the stallion has no output, so a Mongolian tribe, especially a small tribe like Lin Yuan, often only leaves a few stallions as stallions.

The number of horses in ordinary herdsmen's homes, that is, a little more than one horse per capita, and a family with two horses per capita, can already be regarded as well-off, and the extra horses have to find a way to sell them, without him, they can't afford to raise, such as Lin Yuan's brothers and sisters, who now have three horses, Lin Yuan wants to sell one to Zhiwen.

After listening to Lin Yuan's explanation, Zhiwen and Xiaoying understood why the price was so high, and the herdsmen did not want to sell sheep, but horses.

"Brother Lin, don't worry, I don't accept sheep, only horses and..." ”

"Cow." Lin Yuan went on to say that there were even fewer to raise, so the head of Dalintai raised some, mainly for festivals, and was rarely willing to kill, for the same reason, like horses, it was not cost-effective to raise.

"That..., Brother Zheng, you better collect some sheep." After speaking, Lin Yuan said again, "It's just the price, let's see if I can give more." ”

There are a few families who have no extra horses, and if they don't sell some sheep, they can't live anymore, even if they drink to quench their thirst, they have to quench their thirst first.

What Lin Yuan can do is to help these people get more discounts.

After listening to Lin Yuan's explanation, Zhiwen didn't speak for a while, Lin Yuan thought he didn't agree, "Brother Zheng, if you are embarrassed, then forget it." ”

"Ah, Brother Lin, don't get me wrong, I'm thinking, no matter how much the price is given, how long can they last? When the time comes, when the grain for the sheep is gone, and the sheep are gone, what will be good to them? ”

Lin Yuan had nothing to say.

Zhiwen is not a saint, and he is not kind to the Mongolian herdsmen he does not know at this time, and the reason why he says this is because of wool.

Collect a few sheep sporadically, and give a higher price, no problem, but these sheep have gone through thousands of mountains and rivers, and returned to Zhuolu Mountain with them, and being killed and eating meat seems to be their best ending, and they are of little use to Zhiwen.

However, the herdsmen who sell sheep will face an existential crisis in the future.

In Zhiwen's eyes, these people will be the "employees" who will provide him with wool cheaply in the future, and it is still necessary for him to care about it and sell it by the way.

"Brother Lin, I still don't accept the sheep, but I want to collect medicinal materials, as long as they are fresh and don't stick to the soil, and they don't distinguish between types, one pound of medicinal materials for one and a half pounds, no, how about two pounds of grain?" Zhiwen rolled his eyes, and then thought of the last trip to Gyeonggi, Dr. Sun asked for the medicinal materials he didn't get, so it was better to exchange some grain here and wait until Zhangjiakou to buy some more, so that the herdsmen don't have to sell sheep, and they can brush up some goodwill.

"This..., thank you Brother Zheng." Lin Yuan saluted solemnly, to be honest, Zhiwen's price is not high, but the medicinal materials, as long as you are willing to contribute, you can always dig some, it really gives those poor herdsmen a glimmer of life, even he can earn some food with this, and he doesn't have to expect a reward from the leader of Dalintai.

As he spoke, he had already arrived at Zhiwen's camp, and the atmosphere was a little chaotic, but fortunately, there was no conflict, and Liu Cai and Xue Ping stood in front of Nan Nan and Niuniu.

"Brother!" Nan Nan shouted at Zhiqing.

Zhiwen put his index finger to his lips and made a silent motion, signaling her to calm down.

"Brother Lin, these things that you and I discussed just now, please tell everyone about it." Zhiwen made a gesture to Lin Yuan.

Lin Yuan did not shirk, he knew that Zhiwen and the herdsmen did not understand the language, so he stepped forward and loudly announced the two things that Zhiwen had just decided in Mongolian.

The audience cheered.

Zhiwen walked to Xue Ping and the three of them, and arranged for them to be responsible for controlling the quality of the horses, and there was no one in his group who was more suitable for this than the three of them.

Although Nan Nan didn't understand Mongolian, she also saw the clues from the actions of various people around her, "Brother, let's not collect sheep?" ”

"Silly girl, what do we want wool, what do we want sheep? Is there a place to raise sheep in Zhuolu Mountain? Besides, who will drive the sheep? ”

"But we won't be driving horses." Nan Nan said.

Someone was already leading the horse in line, and Xue Ping and the others began to get busy.

Zhiwen pointed to the three of them, "Forgot what they did before?" ”