"Muren, Muren!" A middle-aged man shouted.

"What's the matter, uncle?" Sweating profusely, Muren put down his work and looked up and asked.

"What about all this wool? Why don't you dig a pit and bury it? The middle-aged man asked, pointing to a large pile of wool at his feet.

"Have you finished shearing the sheep you herd?" Muren asked rhetorically.

"That's... It's definitely not cut yet, but it's almost today, it's not early, so I have to go back. ”

Muren pointed to the valley mouth, "There are people lined up there, do you see?" You take the wool over, and Brother Tang of the caravan will take care of it. ”

After saying that, Mu Ren lowered his head and continued to shear his wool, completely forgetting about the exchange of wool for food, he had not yet told this man.

The middle-aged man looked at Taniguchi, "The caravan also helps with the wool?" Hey, nice. After saying that, he began to look for rope, and was ready to tie up the wool and carry it.

"Uncle, you have eighty-two catties of wool today, and this is eight catties and two taels of sorghum noodles, you can put it away." Lin Qiao handed over the grain bag in his hand and said sweetly.

"What are you doing?" The middle-aged man scratched his scalp and asked suspiciously.

"Wool for grain, a pound for a tael, don't you know, uncle?"

"I don't know, this kid Muren only said that I would shear sheep with him, and nothing else was said." The middle-aged man took the grain bag, "There is really such a good thing as wool for grain, someone told me two days ago, I still don't believe it, I said Nizi, you are in the same group as those people, right?" ”

"Yo, what kind of person did you meet, big brother, who also exchanged grain for wool?" Tang Hezhi next to him asked.

"Well, I have a little impression of a few little Ni, just like you, and a few Lehrer cars."

Tang Hezhi smiled and said, "Big brother, why don't you sell the wool to them?" ”

"Except for a few Nizi, they are all half-sized, you say, how can I trust it?" The middle-aged man shook his head.

Lin Qiao covered her mouth and snickered, she was sure that what this middle-aged man met was Zhiwen and them, but she didn't expect that Zhiwen, who had always given people the impression of acting steadily, would also be despised, and it seemed that they were not going well.

......

"Childe, what's going on? Why is it that no one wants to sell us wool? Bagan asked, dejected.

Zhiwen was also a little frustrated, "There is no hair on the mouth, and the work is not firm, who do you see has a beard on the mouth?" I'm afraid it's just that our faces are too tender, wool for food, let's say it, people don't believe it,"

"Brother Liu, yes." Xiaoying was not convinced.

"Brother Liu, he has a beard, but he doesn't have a good face, unlike a businessman, compared to us, he is more reassuring." Zhiwen said half-jokingly and half-seriously, Liu Cai was somewhat gangster, lacking affinity, and ordinary people didn't dare to deal with him.

"So what do we do? Childe, are you still doing it? Meng Gen also asked.

"Forget it, it seems that it won't be possible with just a few of us." Zhiwen said, "Let's go to Brother Tang, I think they should have a show." ”

At that time, Zhiwen wanted a grain truck with two people, each of whom went to change wool, and spread out the stall in an all-round way, but from the sake of safety, he gave up, and divided the people who exchanged wool into two based on the principle of mutual familiarity.

Tang Hezhi brought those people who went north, and Zhiwen took these people who went east to Shengjing, but Zhiwen never expected that the team he brought would be so inferior.

"That's right, Brother Tang is very popular in the tribe, and he can speak well." Mengen agreed.

"What about Dabai, brother?" Nan Nan asked.

Before separating from Xue Ping, Zhiwen left a lot of alfalfa, but he was afraid that Dabai would not have enough to eat, so he didn't dare to go too fast, and left marks along the way, which was also the reason why they met few Sunits.

Sure enough, within a few days, the alfalfa was almost eaten by Dabai, and Xue Ping sent someone to get it.

"Don't worry, we are all active in this area, Lao Xue can find it." They are really interested in Dabai.

......

"Money steward, how's the money going?"

In the sweat tent of Sunit Left Banner, Don Keith sat on a somewhat worn Taishi chair, holding a teacup in his hand and asked.

Although he has not yet ascended to the throne of the Left Banner, his father Dabhai Hushuqi has long been out of business, and even the Khan tent has been given to him, so Tanghis usually acts as the Khan of the Sunit Left Banner.

"Not going well, proprietor." The money steward stood in the center of the sweat tent and replied, "I went to a few shepherds in the tribe and wanted to borrow some silver, but they all said that there was no cash in their hands." ”

"And how much silver do we have now?" Tangith asked with a cold snort, he had expected this situation.

These guys, one by one, value money more than their own lives, and it is not ordinarily difficult to borrow money from them, not to mention that everyone was knocked a bamboo bar by Dorgon not long ago, and the money is a little stretched.

"It's worth a thousand taels, and it's still five hundred taels."

Hearing this, Tangith picked up the tea bowl and took a sip of tea.

"Proprietor, how about no more bargaining with the other party?" Seeing that Tangith didn't speak, Steward Qian suggested.

"It's useless," Dungeis sighed, "you think I don't want to pay a little less ransom, my tree's banner is going down in price, but the other party just clenched 1,500 taels of silver and refused to let go." ”

"Damn, why is Young Master Mandu Latu so unlucky, he can meet kidnappers even if he hunts." The money steward didn't know the truth, and thought that Mandu Latu really took people to hunt, and the loss of manpower was also because of the kidnappers.

"What is the proprietor going to do now?" After complaining, the money steward asked Tangis.

"What else can I do, I can only find a way to raise money." Tangith replied that he has several sons, but the real IQ is on the line, it is Mandu Latu, and in the future, someone will have to inherit the foundation of Sunit Left Banner, so he can't give it up.

Then Donkeith murmured, "But these men seem to know very well about the affairs of the steppe, as if they know the consequences of Dorgon's visit to the steppe, and know that we will not be able to come up with so much silver for a while, and although there is no concession in the price, the time is quite lenient, and according to the messenger who has just been released, they told me to prepare well and pay the ransom in ten days." ”

"Ten days? Less. The money steward muttered, "If you give twenty days, you can go to Zhangjiakou and sell some cattle, sheep and horses, the proprietor, can you talk to them and give them some more time?" ”

Tangith shook his head, "It would be nice if we could find them, they are all bandits for years, they are very cautious, and they move quickly, every time our people are empty, we can't grasp their whereabouts at all, besides, we are also a little understaffed." ”

With the soldiers and horses under the control of Tanghis, trying to find the kidnappers who deliberately evaded them in the savannah is tantamount to looking for a needle in a haystack.