I have to say that Han Baocai still has a keen sense of smell as a businessman, and in the gap when the young master of the Huang family rushed to Shiguantun, he sent Han Sancai to send Xiao Ye a few trucks of daily supplies, needles, threads, brains, iron pots, cloths, etc., in exchange for a lot of income.

Even, Xiao Ye took out a few war horses and handed them over to Han Sancai, but he thanked this guy excitedly; You must know that even war horses in border towns are difficult to buy, and this is a business monopolized by the government.

However, with the arrival of the third young master of the Huang family, Han Baocai did not hesitate to retreat, and grabbed business with the Huang family, he didn't feel that he had lived too long; However, since Xiao Ye is worried about the Han family's grain store, he will not give up his secret business line.

At least, in the future, the vague grain transaction between Shiguantun and Han Baocai has never stopped, and both sides understand the truth of the three holes of the cunning rabbit in their hearts. Especially in the dark night, the vigilance grows with the passage of time.

The sky was clear, the autumn wind was blowing, and the young master of the Huang family finally followed the Huang family's convoy and Shi Shiran to the little-known Shiguantun.

Huang Changzu, who was dressed in a cyan dark flower robe, soft boots with a twisted silk pattern under his feet, and a big red cloak on his shoulders, had a handsome face and a snow-white tall horse, so that Xiao Ye, who came down the mountain to greet him, was a little unhappy.

Compared with Huang Changzu, who is clothed and fed, the boring training under the hot sun of the side plug, the long-distance exploration in the mountains, ravines and meadows, although Ximen Xiaoye's body bones are stronger, but the half-headed figure and the old mandarin duck jacket still make him feel less energetic.

The mentality of hating the rich has existed since ancient times, and the performance is different, and Xiao Ye can't get rid of the cheesiness.

The sound of horses' hooves is near.

At the foot of the stone mountain, looking at the convoy that came suddenly, he cursed in his heart, and with his dark face up, Xiao Baihu took a long breath and strode forward, "Xiao Ye, the west gate of the Baihu Hundred Households of the Broken Stone Fort, is Huang Gongzi in person," a clear-eyed person can see at a glance that the person who is surrounded by all the guards in the middle is the leader of the Huang family, Xiao Ye doesn't care about this.

On his side, more than a dozen armed guards were eyeing him, and his morale was not bad. In the distance, the figures around him swayed, and the faint ambush night was also with fire in hand, and his eyes were not good.

The long packhorse convoy stopped, and there was no end in sight behind the rocky hill, and the gray dust and smoke swept by, and a healthy horse separated from the crowd and slowly approached.

Huang Changzu, who was sitting on horseback, holding a horsewhip in his hand, looked carefully at Xiao Baihu who was ten steps away, and Xiao Ye's words just now almost made him laugh. Along the way, the boring scenery along the way had already consumed his curiosity, but this serious young hundred households made him interested again.

Huang Changzu, who came out to relax, didn't care about this so-called transaction at all, and the business of less than 10,000 taels was still inconsistent with his identity.

The two elder brothers are officials in the local government, and the Jingshi court also has their own uncle, Huang Changzu, who has been arrogant in Taiyuan Mansion for many years, is as convenient as shopping in and out of thousands of households, and suddenly meets a stunned hundred households, which is naturally novel.

Tengdi turned over and dismounted, threw the reins to the guard, Huang Changzu's horsewhip knocked lightly in the palm of his hand, strolled to Xiao Ye's approach, and looked left and right at this hundred households who were half a head shorter than him, but Xiao Ye's slightly childish black face still made him soften his heart.

The border army is not easy, he has never heard of it, and all he sees are thousands of households with oily faces, hundreds of households with flattering and flattering smiles, and commanders who are as kind as elders; As for those military households with yellow faces and thin muscles, they turned a blind eye.

The fierce sergeant of Suzhou Wei, isn't it in Qingfeng Valley, why is there also here, muttering in his heart; After a long time, the corners of Huang Changzu's mouth pulled and he smiled, "Huang Changzu, the son of the Huang family, has seen Xiao Baihu,"

The leather whip in his hand was not hit on the head, he was lucky, and Xiao Ye was also lucky.

For the sake of those arrogant sergeants, Huang Changzu was not presumptuous, otherwise Xiao Ye, who was mad, would directly become a hungry wolf on the grassland, completely crushing the Huang family's business on the grassland.

Huang Changzu is arrogant, Xiao Ye is even tougher, once the meeting is unpleasant, it will be difficult to say later; The smile of the young master of the Huang family made the guards of both sides secretly breathe a sigh of relief.

Xiao Ye looked at the face of the horse team that could not see the end at a glance, and his cheeks bit faintly, and endured this arrogant young master of the Huang family.

"Hehe, Third Young Master, see if you go up the mountain to rest, Xiao Baihu has already prepared the room meals," the two stared at each other, and seeing the situation behind them, Huang Guan hurriedly stepped forward, squeezed his eyes at Xiao Ye, bowed and smiled.

"Well, yes, the road is tired, there are hundreds of households," with a light flick of the horsewhip, Huang Changzu nodded at Xiao Ye, signaling him to lead the way first.

"Please," Xiao Ye forcibly endured the dissatisfaction in his heart, stretched out his hand to lead Huang Gongzi, and walked towards the mountain.

Naturally, when you go up to the mountain road, you will be amazed by the road ground along the way, and Huang Changzu will inevitably do it. When he heard that this was the yellow plaster produced in Shiguantun, his eyes lit up slightly.

Arrogance is arrogance, and Huang Changzu, who has a good business mind, has a good vision, and after a few words, he has already set his eyes on this kind of thing that he has never seen before.

Ascending to the top of the mountain, seeing the earthy yellow wall, the solid dark castle, and the earthy yellow stone house, Huang Gongzi's first goal has been determined.

"Wang, Wang," looking at the entrance of the wall with disgust, a few earth dogs that were kicked away, Huang Changzu stood and looked around, "Xiao Baihu, your population here is still too small,"

Not only is it small, it's simply a withered population, and there are only a few figures back and forth. Huang Changzu, who was accustomed to seeing the hustle and bustle of the city, couldn't adapt to the desolate scene in front of him for a while.

Five small flags, leaving one to guard the mountain, and the others were scattered, Xiao Ye didn't want his key business to be suddenly disturbed; Three of Wang Dali's five small flags were also sent to the back mountain to cut timber.

Remaining on the mountain, in addition to the old people and children, that is, the five people who draw water behind the land temple, there is also the sound of tinkling in the workshop.

"There are few people in Xiaotun, and they were harassed twice by the Tartars, and they suffered a lot of losses," Xiao Ye could only smile bitterly in the face of Huang Changzu's untraceable ridicule.

"This yellow plaster is a local specialty, can you also let the Huang family join it? Of course, naturally it will not cost hundreds of households silver grain in vain," Huang Changzu's eyes rolled, and he looked at Xiao Ye with a smile, when it came to doing business, he had to face Xiao Ye squarely.

"Ah, yellow stucco?" Xiao Ye was also stunned by Huang Changzu's words, and was still thinking about the mirror and the crossbow in his mind just now, and he wanted to raise the price by a large margin, how could this third young master fall in love with the yellow plaster.

"yes, how about we go there and see? When it comes to business, Huang Changzu's arrogance is gone, and he energetically points to the mold filling field in the distance, where the boxy earthy yellow stones, neatly arranged under the hot sun, are very eye-catching.

"Okay," Xiao Ye led the way, and his mind suddenly turned sharply.

A few people walked to the mold filling field, Xiao Ye called Lao Wu with a smile, and pointed to the big hammer under his feet, "Brother Wu, you try it a few times," Lao Wu, as the leader of the guard, has strong martial arts and superior strength, and when he saw the third young master's head, he stepped forward and picked up the hammer.

"I think of my Ming Dynasty, every year the city wall construction costs a huge amount of millet, if you use such stones, as strong as a stubborn stone, you can also save time and effort," in the blink of an eye, Xiao Ye, who became a merchant, also began to sell his yellow plaster; As he spoke, Lao Wu shouted loudly and raised the heavy hammer.

Bang, a few sledgehammers fell on the stones, and Lao Wu, whose arms were numb, couldn't hold the handle of the hammer, and there were only a few traces on the earthy yellow stones.

Huang Guan thought that there were more than two mountains farther than Xiao Ye's thoughts, and once this yellow plaster was used in large quantities, the Huang family's financial road would definitely be one more; Building city walls, building houses, mansions, and even roads, etc., etc., such a solid stone is very useful.

The third young master, Huang Changzu, has not bad eyesight, his face is already filled with a rare warm smile, and the energy that was still high just now has already dissipated.

"Xiao Baihu, how much does this kind of stone cost?" Under the anxious gaze of Huang Changzu and Huang Steward, Xiao Ye smiled lightly, "There is no cost for stones, they are all over the mountain, but they are ground into powder by manpower, but it is a big head, a thousand catties of powder, which requires one or two manual labor and a few other ingredients,"

He is half-truthful, now the stone mill can devour nearly 400 catties of stone every night, and the powder that flows out is as much as 380 catties, no wonder Wang Dali and his craftsmen have regarded the stone mill as a special stone mill for yellow plaster.

The difference in the amount of stone in and out, even if someone notices it, is also attributed to consumption. These craftsmen, with their sensitivity to weight and their rather spicy hands, should not be underestimated.

Two small flags and twenty craftsmen, ten people in a shift every night, rotated to grind nearly 400 catties of powder, and the subsidy was only forty or fifty yuan, which was also the actual number of Xiao Ye. Counting the normal salary, one or two kilograms of powder artificially, Xiao Ye didn't talk nonsense.

"It's so expensive," Huang Changzu and Huang Steward suddenly lost interest, and with the cost of road transportation, they earned very little.

"Of course, if Young Master Huang needs it, I Shiguantun can provide it at a discount, and a thousand catties of powder can be traded for five hundred wen, and the amount is preferred," Xiao Ye, who had no business mind, saw that the guest's face was unhappy, so he directly discounted half of the price.

This is about the same, Huang Changzu and Huang Guan nodded quietly, in this way, it is also a profitable business. But the key is the ingredients, obviously this small hundred households are reluctant to say.

Next, after visiting Shiguantun as usual, Huang Changzu sat in the courtyard of Xiao Baihu and saw the long-awaited mirror and military crossbow, ten copper-grained glass mirrors, and twenty serial crossbows.