Wiped the traces of water on his body, the smell of medicine was not strong, but he could vaguely smell the smell of medicine, presumably this was after the medicinal bath, Shang Jinglan helped him change a few buckets of water.

"You can turn around." After changing into a dry underwear, Ning Zhiyuan said softly, he felt that he had really earned money by picking up this chick.

Shang Jinglan turned around with a red face, took out a bottle from her arms, which seemed to be some kind of external medicine, ran behind Ning Zhiyuan, and silently helped him wipe it.

Being gently smeared with the medicine by Shang Jinglan's small hand, Ning Zhiyuan felt that his back was very warm, and then his whole body was very warm, and after half a ring, Shang Jinglan handed the bottle to Ning Zhiyuan, "You can wipe it yourself." ”

Shang Jinglan felt a little confused, she didn't know why she stayed to help him rub the medicine, as long as she left the medicine to Ning Zhiyuan, naturally someone would help this villain wipe it.

"Won't you wipe it for me before?" Ning Zhiyuan felt a fragrance coming, and he was in a trance in his heart, and blurted out.

When Shang Jinglan heard this, her face turned even redder, she was stunned, snorted and ran out.

“”

Ning Zhiyuan didn't let others help him apply the medicine, as long as he didn't make a big move, he could still do it now, but Shang Jingwei's medicinal bath was very effective, he should ask for the medicine another day, Ning Zhiyuan thought, and he would never give it to Li Jun.

Ningxia Wei now has 40,000 soldiers, but the horses are only 5,000, and most of them are all the war horses in the entire Ningxia Mansion except for Guyuan Town, a little cold, from the conversation with Shen Qian, he knows a little, Mongolia is also drought now, there is no harvest, and his mind can't help but move.

Nomads don't just don't farm, they also do, and the demand is not small, Ning Zhiyuan believes that he can trade horses with them.

"What do you think of Sun Yi?" In the hall, Ning Zhiyuan asked Chen Biao and Wen Hao, Sun Yi was one of the deputy commanders of Ningxia Mansion, and now he was transferred to Ningxia Wei by Ning Zhiyuan.

"It's a man." Wen Hao said, "As soon as I came here, I would participate in training every day, and even hand over the military power." "Now Wen Hao can be regarded as having reached the extreme of power, and he has recruited more than 15,000 soldiers in Ningxia Weiyueyu, all under his command.

"More than half of my 5,000 cavalry are his subordinates from before." Chen Biao also said.

Ning Zhiyuan thought that it was a person who knew the times, "What about Cheng Chen?" "This bandit leader has always remembered that his force can be on par with Li Jun, and he is righteous, and he went to Zhongwei without waiting for him to report.

"According to the orders of the child, he became a thousand households in the army, and he still received the group of people under him plus some new soldiers."

"Are the Mongols still locked up?" Ning Zhiyuan nodded and asked, he didn't want to do the matter of trading grain with the Mongols through those merchants, he would invisibly give others a handle, although those merchants did not dare to leak it easily.

"Originally, there were only about forty Mongols," Wen Hao said, "and more than a dozen have gradually come in this month, and now there are nearly a hundred." ”

Ning Zhiyuan felt funny, when did the border become such a leisurely place.

I kept those Mongols just to learn about the situation in Mongolia, but now it can help.

Some of the Mongols in the prison had been here for more than a month, and their hearts had gradually calmed down from the panic they had just begun to withhold, although they really couldn't understand why they were suddenly arrested.

A handsome young man walked in, making a group of people tremble a little in their hearts, after all, they have been ignoring themselves and others for so long, and now it seems that a big man has come.

"You're all merchants?" Ning Zhiyuan asked lightly, since the Yuan Dynasty, there has been no obstacle to the communication between the Mongols and the Ming people, so he and Da Yu'er can communicate normally.

"Yes, yes." Some people replied one after another, wearing prison clothes specially made for them by Ning Zhiyuan, with the labels from one to ninety-seven, indicating that there were ninety-seven prisoners in the prison, all of whom were Mongolians.

Ning Zhiyuan was proud of his masterpiece and asked, "Then your tribe should be very short of food." ”

The drought in Mongolia is not a secret, and those who are interested will naturally know about it, and they are not surprised, nodding their heads, not knowing why.

"Do you want to buy food?"

Dozens of Mongolian merchants suddenly had a bright light in their eyes, and the businessmen's profit-seeking nature made their sense of smell extremely sensitive, not to mention that this was an obvious fact that everyone could see.

"So, you're all interested?" Ning Zhiyuan smiled brightly.

Everyone nodded their heads, although they looked at each other with some panic.

"And what kind of price can you give?" Ning Zhiyuan asked again, "This official doesn't have much food, so he can only trade with one of them." ”

With these Mongolian merchants, he still has to raise the price well.

"Well, I don't know what adults want?" Someone asked, they understood that the other party was asking them to bid, but they still had to bid, after all, this business is not only as simple as making money, but also helping their tribe get food, and they are the heroes of the tribe.

Although the status of Mongolian merchants was not low, they still wanted to live a more noble life, of course, and make money by the way.

"War horses." Ning Zhiyuan glanced at the Mongolian who spoke, and the number was nineteen.

Although war horses are military supplies, they are not untradeable in the eyes of the Mongols, and under the pressure of lack of food, the tribes will inevitably rush to trade, because except for the one in front of them, no one is willing to buy horses from Mongolia.

In fact, Daming also has a war horse origin, in addition to the three hippos, there are also the more famous Yangzhou thin horses, but Ning Zhiyuan has not been able to buy horses from there without being discovered.

"How about fifty taels of silver for a war horse?" No. 19 was the first to say again, which made Ning Zhiyuan almost laugh.

Seeing that this No. 19 was very prestigious among the merchants, Ning Zhiyuan smiled disdainfully, "Do you really think that this official doesn't know the current situation of your Tatars, war horses are all eaten as food." ”

But the average war horse costs eighty-one taels in the current Daming market, and fifty-one taels is very cheap if you buy it in large quantities, not to mention the Mongolian horse with excellent endurance, but Ning Zhiyuan will never agree.

"If you really want to trade, convert it according to the weight." Ning Zhiyuan coldly dropped a sentence and waited for everyone's reaction.

Nineteen's face changed for a while, and he said, "What does the Lord mean?" But I understood in my heart that the kid in front of me was not easy to fool. In terms of weight, it is not unacceptable to your own tribe.

"How about a pound for ten pounds?" Nineteen said.

"What about you?" Ning Zhiyuan didn't answer, and glanced at the Mongolian prisoners with other numbers.

"I can exchange one pound for nine pounds." After being silent for a while, a second person finally spoke, and this was the effect Ning Zhiyuan wanted.

No. 19's face changed, and he glanced at the person who spoke, No. 30, but he couldn't do anything, and secretly scolded No. 30 half to death, don't you know to unite at this time?

With the first person to break the deadlock, there were more bidders in the back, and Ning Daguan was secretly happy.

"Eight pounds, eight taels for one pound"

"Eight pounds for one pound"

"In the end, it's three catties for one catty, isn't it?" Ning Zhiyuan asked with a smile, it was the nineteenth who had just started to bid, "Okay, this official will trade with you, and you can all leave." ”

No. 19 breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and was also very angry, horse meat actually tasted very bad, and the edible part after killing was only seven or eight out of ten, I believe that the leader would agree, and the anger was that the price could have been a little higher.

Although No. 19 is the leader of their business, it involves his own tribe and his own interests, and there is nothing abnormal about everyone disagreeing with him, Ning Zhiyuan can see it very thoroughly.

"My lord, what if I wait for the price of three catties for one catty?" Thirty asked.

"No, I can only trade with one person, and Ningxia Mansion will not have any harvest this year." Ning Zhiyuan replied with a smile.

On the surface, he said so, but Ning Zhiyuan believed that there must be tribal businessmen who had contact with him privately, and in the near future, the proportion would definitely be even lower.

To let go of those merchants is to let them go back to the tribe to deliver the news, so that it can last longer, yes.

Ning Daguan's outlook for the future suddenly brightened.