Zhiwen frowned slightly, the method of dealing with sheepskin here is so rough?

However, he didn't care too much about sheepskin, he cared about wool, chatting with Menggen, the previous ones were all foreshadowing, in the final analysis, he wanted to understand how much the Mongolian people attached importance to wool, and whether the purchase was easy to price, and whether this tribe would keep some wool.

Chatting to the bottom, naturally you can't find their leader at first, these people are cunning and cunning, and they are aware of their intentions, so they may come to sit on the ground and raise the price.

Lin Yuan didn't trust him very much, he had been outside the plug for so many years, who knew where his heart was heading.

The Mongolian brother in front of him looks honest and honest, just him.

"It's hard to herd sheep this winter, right? Lin Yuan met us on the way to herd sheep today. Zhiwen continued to ramble.

Meng Gen shook his head, "The most tiring thing is not winter, but autumn. ”

"How?" Zhiwen asked with interest.

"In autumn, you have to shear the sheep first, then cut the grass, and prepare food for them for the winter, and they are tired to death when they are busy, and it is better in the winter, that is, let them go out for a walk."

Sheep shearing? Here's the point, Zhiwen said secretly.

"Autumn sheep shearing? Aren't you afraid of freezing them in winter? ”

"If you don't cut it, you can't do it, if the hair is too long, they will have difficulty walking, and they will waste hay." "So they have to be cut early, almost in the fall, and not too short as in the spring, otherwise they will freeze to death in the winter." ”

"Cut it in the spring?" It's going to be cut twice a year, good news.

"You must cut it, otherwise you won't be killed by the heat when summer comes." Meng Gen looked at the surprised Zhiwen and was a little puzzled, "Aren't there people in your customs who raise sheep, don't you know this?" ”

"I don't know." Zhiwen shook his head honestly, "I haven't raised sheep. ”

"How much wool can be sheared by such a sheep?" Zhiwen asked the most crucial question.

Who knew that Meng Gen shook his head, "I don't know, I haven't weighed it." Then he said uncertainly, "But at least five catties are available." ”

Five pounds? Shearing twice a year is ten catties, Zhiwen suddenly became excited, how many sheep are there in the entire Mongolian steppe, hundreds of thousands or millions? How much wool can there be, millions to tens of millions of pounds!

If you can take it all, you don't have to worry about the raw materials at all.

However, the scale of this matter is too large, it is impossible for Zhiwen to complete it alone, although he has a system warehouse with unlimited capacity, but he doesn't have a doppelganger technique, he has to sum it up well, how to eat so much wool.

"Zheng Gongzi, do you want to collect wool?" No matter how sluggish Meng Gen was, he also noticed Zhiwen's attention to wool.

"Ah, some sheepskin and wool." Zhiwen responded vaguely.

"Tsk, if only you came in autumn," Meng Gen sighed.

Isn't this nonsense, autumn? Have I been here in autumn, the Yellow River hasn't passed yet. Zhiwen groaned in his heart.

“... A lot of the wool we sheard last autumn was thrown away. Mengen finished speaking.

Throw... Thrown?

Zhiwen's eyes were dark, but fortunately he was sitting on the ground, so he didn't make a fool of himself, "Why did you throw it away?" ”

Mengen had already cleaned the first sheep, rubbed it with salt, and began to kill the second.

"It's useless, it still occupies a place, and it started to burn some, and then Siqin thought it was too smelly, so we dug a pit and buried it, and I don't know if he still has some left." As he spoke, the sheep's "bleating" cry was cut off abruptly, and blood from his neck spurted into the basin.

"How could it be useless? Don't you use it to make felt clothing? Zhiwen asked patiently.

"That thing, you Han people in Guannei love to use it, and it's easy to wear leather jackets outside, and there are a few households, including the leader, who made some felt clothes with Siqin, but it doesn't use much." Mengen began to peel again.

"Huh? That's not right. Zhiwen suddenly reacted, "These sheep aren't yours, are they?" ”

Meng Gen shook his head, "Anyway, I don't have a single sheep, Siqin has a few, and other families are similar to Siqin, a family is three or five, and most of the sheep are the leader." ”

"Yes, this sheep is not yours, how can you dispose of the wool at will, burn it if you want, bury it if you want, and take it to make felt clothing, can your leader agree to it?" Zhiwen asked.

"Hey!" Meng Gen didn't care at all, "This wool is not much use, it has always been who cuts and who handles, if anyone wants, we keep some, the leader wants us to help him dispose of it, if we don't care, stay on the grass, he is still worried about being eaten by sheep and getting sick, all Mongolia is like this." ”

It's really... My honey and arsenic, I didn't expect that wool is not valued at all here in Mongolia, and I have to go to these ordinary herdsmen to buy wool?

"Okay, Mengen?" At this time, Lin Yuan came on horseback, carrying a bag in his hand, which was full.

"A little while." Meng Gen began to slaughter the third sheep, "How many are you going to kill?" Siqin. ”

"Five of them, about the same." Lin Yuan summed up, if there is less, there will be no face for food, and if there is too much killing, Dalintai will feel distressed again.

"Okay!" When Meng Gen heard that there were five sheep to eat, he grinned, and his hands moved faster.

"Brother Zheng likes to watch sheep slaughter?" Lin Yuan dismounted and asked.

"If you have nothing to do, let's chat with Brother Menggen." Zhiwen replied.

"If you have time, it's better to work with me to clean up these onions, ginger and garlic I dug up, and the people are impatient, and the cleaning is not fine." Lin Yuan invited.

"Okay, I'm bored, let's go."

Zhiwen followed without saying a word, but Lin Yuan was a little stunned, according to the customs of the Mongolians, he would not let the guests help, but he felt that everyone was Han, so there was no need to be so polite, and seeing that Zhiwen was too idle, he tried to open his mouth to invite.

But when you are a guest in the gate, those guests who can't stay idle will often pick up with the main family, but Lin Yuanjian Zhiwen is still young, and the caravan is up to him, although he is not outstanding, but his background is probably not low, and he is not very good at doing things, but he didn't expect Zhiwen to agree.

"Let's go, Brother Lin." Zhiwen found that Lin Yuan was lagging behind, and turned around and urged, "Let's be quick, I'll wait to eat your roast sheep!" ”

......

When night fell, several large piles of blazing bonfires were raised in the Darling Terrace, and the sheep on the fire were turned from time to time, and the color was golden and the fragrance was overflowing, which made people salivate.

As the leader, Dalintai naturally welcomed Zhiwen and them first as the host, and then toasted.

In this regard, Zhiwen could only refuse on the grounds that he was still young and couldn't drink, just kidding, how old is he, isn't it hurting himself to drink so early, and the three of them drank yogurt.

Perhaps his face really looked very immature, and the people did not refuse to forgive him, but transferred the object of the toast to Xue Ping and Liu Cai and the other four.

Xue Ping and the three of them were very excited, eating meat, and some people toasted each other, and they flirted with a few Mongolian girls from time to time.

And Liu Cai, who had been depressed, after drinking a few bowls of wine, obviously let go, roared loudly, and sang and danced around the fire with the Mongolian people.

Zhiwen was also a little happy when he saw Liu Cai's appearance next to him.

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