"Ximen Baihu, I heard that you are going to trade with the Persians on the grassland, my three families have discussed, and I implore the hundred households to bring our caravan, the reward will not be light, and the patriarch of our family will also keep the kindness of the hundred households in mind,"

In the courtyard of the hundred households, Xiao Ye sat on the stone bench expressionlessly, and on the stone table at hand, there was a wooden plate covered with red silk cloth; Standing opposite him was the deacon of the Wang family, as well as Huang Deshan and Tian Fangjun.

Wang Ziliang, who was standing tall next to Xiao Ye, was dressed in a gray robe, the fatigue of the past was swept away, his whitened face was a little more ruddy, pinching the paper fan and bowing his head slightly, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Oh, Deacon Wang, I don't know where you got it, this official is going to the grassland? That Tartar's horse team is fierce," Xiao Ye asked strangely, holding a teacup in his hand, muttering for a while; He hadn't yet taken the right time to set off, but others had seen it, which was really strange.

"Hehe, Baihu said that it was a joke, we Mingren don't say secret words, and the horse team has been in and out of the stone mountain a few times, I think you know in your heart that our merchants just want to drink some broth with adults," Deacon Wang didn't explain, just smiled faintly, but the threat between the words was heard by everyone.

It is not the nature to wait for the rabbit, and only by taking the initiative will there be greater profits, Huang Deshan and Tian Fangjun behind Deacon Wang, although their faces were embarrassed, they still expressed their attitudes with silence; The three merchants finally couldn't bear it anymore.

Ten kinds of items that flowed out of Xiao Ye's hands successively, the Wang family could only hold the pocket watch, naturally they were unwilling to make a small gain, the Huang family had a telescope handed over by Huang Fugui, although it was secretive, but it was already eager to try; As for the Tian family, hehe, merchants tend to have the most insatiable appetite and are also the most unreliable.

People's hearts are not enough to swallow elephants, Xiao Ye finally understood, and no matter how close to him were the merchants, when the profits were close at hand, they would decisively turn their faces.

If nothing else, it was the stone table beside Xiao Ye's side, the water umbrella that was still flowing with a thin stream of water, which was enough to stimulate their hearts Peng Peng beat wildly, five thousand taels of valuable things, why can't they have it, they can only watch it.

A small earthen bun hundreds, ahh Sweet dew from the sky, drinking it all day long, I'm afraid that the ancestors are rich.

If it weren't for the firearms in Sergeant Xiao Ye's hands, I'm afraid that the guards of these three merchants would have turned into a gang of horse bandits and robbed and killed Shiguantun. Oh, there is still a source of goods, and they can't find where the source is, and they still have the patience to put a long line to catch big fish.

Glancing at Tian Fangjun in disappointment, retracting his thoughts, Xiao Ye drank two sips of tea, "Okay, this official is busy with military affairs, so I won't go this time, tomorrow, let the little sixth son of the guard take you there, I wish you a prosperous business,"

Tian Xiuxiu didn't show up for many days, and Tian Fangjun also got involved with the Wang and Huang families, which made Xiao Ye feel a little bad in his heart.

There is no love in the world for no reason, Xiao Ye understands that businessmen are just profit-seeking nature, so that these three families can't hold back their thoughts, half-concealed and half-concealed their attitudes with themselves, and it is already good to be able to persevere until a year later.

Xiao Ye, who had a plan in his heart, was happy to push the boat with his hand, and pointed out the source of goods far away in the depths of the grassland, and the province was always stared at and uncomfortable.

Xiao Ye was reluctant to go down the mountain and run a long way, which happened to be in line with Deacon Wang's thoughts, and they couldn't imagine that Baihu was sitting opposite, and he had already turned countless thoughts, and the plan was changed and changed, so that they played a few times back and forth on the edge of the ghost gate.

The Qin stone squad patrolling under the mountain had already sent the news back to the Baihu Office, and there was a long group of exiles under the stone mountain, young men of one color, who were probably the "goods" they traded with the Persians; Upon learning of this, Xiao Ye's good impression of the three merchants in the past was immediately swept away.

The three merchants who had made an appointment with the hundred households at the departure time happily withdrew from the stone castle and went to their respective busy; Xiao Ye waved his hand and asked the guards to send the wooden plate to Mei'er, and the gold and silver were put into the treasury and put on the account, and he and Wang Ziliang muttered for a while.

This time, Xiao Liuzi, who was ordered to go out to the grassland, was called to the courtyard by Xiao Ye, with Wang Ziliang's plan, and after the three of them discussed in a low voice, Xiao Liuzi quickly retreated.

A scout in the stone fort of the quarry was immediately recruited by Xiao Liuzi with the seal letter of a hundred households, and with a herald, he quietly left the stone mountain, made a detour into the Shiguan Canyon, and went straight to Bailong Lake first.

"Baihu, if you don't give them a lesson, I'm afraid Shiguantun will be unsustainable in the future, food is a big weakness," Wang Ziliang, who didn't know the source of goods, saw that Baihu still let go of his hands and claws, and said worriedly, "In my opinion, it's better to be,"

Shiguantun is a dead place for hundreds of households, and there is no place to grow grain, if the supply is taken by the three merchants, it will become a problem to buy grain in the future.

"Why don't you exterminate them on the grassland and make an example of the monkeys?" Regarding Wang Ziliang's ruthless plan, Xiao Ye smiled bitterly and waved his hand, shaking his head again and again, once the scholar initiates a ruthless attack, it is quite insidious.

"Which is the chicken and which is the monkey," Xiao Ye was speechless about Wang Ziliang's bad idea. There are only 100 households, and it is unwise to want to wrestle with the three major businesses in the northwest.

"This official also wants to be straightforward, but I discussed this matter with my father-in-law earlier, this matter should not be reckless, in case the matter is leaked, it will provoke the three businessmen, and unite with other merchants, not to mention that they can clean up my hundred households without evidence, even if their guards are too damaged, Shiguantun will not be able to live in peace,"

"The most important thing is that we have no way out, Jiang Jie's old goods are still in Suzhou, unless we go to the grassland and don't come back, it will be even more difficult to trade grain there," Xiao Ye pointed in the direction of Tunli, "Those military households, even if they run with me, I'm afraid they will be full of complaints in their hearts,"

"Let go of the transaction, let their eyes no longer stare here, everyone can make money with their own skills, and Shiguantun can be stable,"

"As long as the official has a deal, at least the food supply in Tunli will be fine," although Wang Ziliang did not agree with it, he could only nod gloomily; The three merchants in the Suzhou Weidi Realm are powerful, and he can't think of a better way before Xiao Ye has no strength.

In the afternoon of the next day, the huge caravan descended the mountain, and after joining up with the 100 guards guarding the exiles at the bottom of the mountain, it roared into the Shiguan Gorge under the leadership of 20 personal guard squads.

On the wall of the Hundred Households, Xiao Ye put down the telescope in his hand, looked back and forth reluctantly for a while, and carefully put it into the leather bag on the belt, this thing should also be taken out and sold; From Tian Fangjun's mouth, he already knew that the telescope, also known as clairvoyance, was just a rare thing in Jingshi, but it also appeared in the hands of high-level people, and it would not work if it was not sold.

"Baihu, are those things made by Persia?" Beside Xiao Ye, Wang Ziliang shook the paper fan for a long time, retracted his eyes full of resentment, and asked unwillingly; The Huang family is his mortal enemy, but he keeps it in mind.

"Hehe, yes or no, it depends on their sincerity," Xiao Ye chuckled and patted the scholar on the shoulder, "Perhaps, our food and salary in the next few years will depend on the results of their return to the grassland this time," he looked at the direction of the quarry in the distance, and he turned around and went down the fortress wall.

The ambiguous words made Wang Ziliang shake his head helplessly. Probably, it's just that the time he has been following hundreds of households is still short.

Called a few guards with military shovels and hammers, Xiao Ye pointed to a place on the ground outside the mill that had been suspended, "Smash open the ground and dig down,"

"Bump, bump," the two guards quickly smashed the stucco ground apart, and on the ten-foot-square ground, thick stones were pried up; "My lord, what is this?" Wang Ziliang, who walked down the fortress wall, stood beside Xiao Ye in puzzlement.

"Check the project of the Wang Si Official, those craftsmen and officials can't let it go," Xiao Ye, who was blind and white-mouthed, stared at the gradually dug soil pit, and explained irresponsibly, which immediately made Wang Ziliang lose interest and went to the courtyard of the hundred households to drink tea and read books.

Under the thin layer of soil, the pit filled with gravel was difficult to excavate, and the guards who had been raised by the abundant meat and rough noodles for more than a month were quite uncomfortable to dig despite all their strength; Fortunately, Baihu just watched from the side and didn't urge them.

An hour later, when it was easy to dig into a long ditch nine feet deep, the sergeant's wielded shovel clicked out a spark, as if it had dug up the ore.

"Stop," Xiao Ye, who was already waiting a little impatiently, suddenly shrank his eyes, stopped the guards who were still digging down, asked them to come up and rest, and turned over and jumped down.

At the bottom of the pit, he reached out and touched a few handfuls under the rubble, and when his fingers slid over a cold fine iron pipe, he understood the meaning of the pattern, "Sure enough,"

Climbing out of the pit, Xiao Ye patted the wet soil on his hands, "Fill in the pit, let the priest Wang plant Coptis trees here, there is not a single tree in the stone fort, where can I stand it in summer, there are many trees around,"

At present, there are more mosquitoes in the season, and a few Coptis chinensis trees have been transplanted, at least in summer.

In the Shiguan Gorge, a long caravan slowly moved through the mountain road towards the grassland.

In front of the team, Xiao Liuzi led his guards to open the way with two horses, and the horses that prepared the horses carried supplies and ammunition, and there were six "squad barracks", which were folded and tied to the back of a horse, which was very light.

Zuo Shi has a long and short fire/spear crossbow on his body, three earth-shattering thunderbolts in his leather bag, and on the side of the saddle, he, like other guards, has an extra military shovel with a short handle and a pointed tip; A water umbrella borrowed from the royal priest and carried it with him in a small tube.

In his squad, with five boxes of fifty jumping mines, he was ready to find an opportunity to see the effect of a large number of them.

To Xiao Liuzi's surprise, in addition to the short knives and crossbows on the bodies of these guards in the caravan, everyone had a bulging bag in their arms, and the magazines hanging on their belts imitated Tunli, which confirmed that the revolver fire/gun produced by the Huang family seemed to be selling well.

Naturally, the three-eyed fire gun and the stone fire/gun hung on the side of the saddle, so that the faces of these guards were filled with strong confidence, and they looked at Xiao Liuzi with an indifferent expression, as if they were passers-by.

Fortunately, Deacon Wang was slippery, and the two shopkeepers Huang Tian rode horses to follow Xiao Liuzi, and from time to time they found something to say, for fear that the captain of the guard would not like it and lead them to the wrong way. Fortunately, he privately stuffed a gold bar to Xiao Liuzi and was quickly accepted, so he was relieved.

At the eastern foot of Altai Mountain, at Bailong Lake, under the leadership of Huang Hanxiang and four people, two teams of 100 people not only supervised the work of 400 miscellaneous servants, but also repelled more than a dozen sporadic harassments of the Tartars, and they could be regarded as gaining a firm foothold on the mountain.

Although it is not possible to descend from the valley in the east, in the mountain stream in the west, the passage to connect with Shiguantun has been opened, as long as you go to the mountainside to fetch water smoothly, basically the Tartars have no way to take them.

The side of the mountain stream has become the main battlefield of Huang Hanxiang and Tartar, and the two sides are very happy, but no one can help the other.

After receiving the materials sent by Wang Hu, Huang Hanxiang immediately received an urgent letter from the scouts, and after reading the letters written by hundreds of households, the sneer on the corner of his mouth made Wang Hu get goosebumps.

Although he did not say the content of the letter, Huang Hanxiang obviously increased the training of the sergeants, especially the accuracy of the fire/gun, which was very good.

Ten days later, Huang Hanxiang, who received the supplies for the second time, left Wang Hu's team by his side, replaced a 100-person team with brand-new rear-loading guns, and left Yu Shan, Du Ding, and Duan Datou to lead the team to guard the top of the mountain, and Huang Hanxiang personally led the 100-person team and quietly went down the mountain.

One hundred sergeants who had changed into uniform field uniforms carried brand-new firearms/guns on their backs, projectiles and earth-shaking thunder in their waists, five days' dry rations on their backs, and water umbrellas with them; They were followed out of the grassland, and there were more than a dozen large leather bags, which contained goods transferred from hundreds of households, and 200 fire/guns that were about to be scrapped.

On the back of more than a dozen pack horses, the most carried was the heavy black stone.

On the grassland more than 80 miles away from Bailong Lake, the Tatar tribe occupies a rich wetland, a small tribe with 200 young and strong herdsmen, which unfortunately became a temporary foothold for Huang Hanxiang; With the roar of fire/guns and the scattered earth-shattering thunder explosions, this small tribe was captured by Huang Hanxiang in one fell swoop.

In order to keep the news secret, the ruthless Huang Hanxiang scattered the hundred-man team and watched in four directions, but if there were Tartars who tried to escape, men, women and children were not allowed to let go of one; The sergeant of his own choosing, the sergeant who had been a slave of the Tartars, was sent by him to do the final cleaning, as long as the result of death.

Sergeants dressed in yellow-green uniforms, with a column of twenty people at a distance, rode on horseback and guarded the grass that did not reach their calves, and if the Tartars did not pay attention, it would be difficult to detect that they had been surrounded by an encirclement from a distance of a mile.

"Peng, Peng, Peng," in the unhurried sound of gunfire, a dozen Tartars who took advantage of the chaos to flee in all directions were also killed under the shotgun; The Tartars who were killed by the leader, a total of more than 300 people, young and old, dropped their weapons and soon became prisoners of Huang Hanxiang.

White Dragon Lake, finally has a Tartar slave. This small tribe called the Galen tribe has changed its new owner in the blink of an eye.

Of course, small tribes like this on the grassland will give birth to many every year, dividing families, rewarding, etc., to add new blood to the grassland; It also disappears a lot every year, being annexed, snow disasters, etc., and the cruel reality of survival of the fittest is quite fair.

Huang Hanxiang, who silently occupied the Galen tribe, ordered Wang Hu and his team to change into Tartar fur jackets and felt hats, and spread out far away to explore the surroundings.

Outside the cowhide tents of different heights, after there were thousands of cattle and sheep, the soldiers who had lived in Bailong Lake for a long time killed cattle and slaughtered sheep, so it was not lively.

The captured Tartars, after a few tragic examples of unsuccessful escapes, were honestly guarded in a dozen tents.

After resting in the Tartar camp for a day, Wang Hu's team and the sergeants sent by Xiao Ye connected with each other with whistles, and the crisp suona sound sounded again.

Huang Hanxiang, who originally went to Shiguan to appear, had to change his plan after getting the urgent letter sent by Baihu.

"You, who are now our slaves, the new leader of the Galen tribe is called the head of the stone road, as long as you give us the old work, and the leader is satisfied in two years, you can join our team, and the food and salary are the same," Huang Hanxiang ordered someone to bring eighty strong Tartars to the horse, held the fire/gun in his hand, and said loudly.

With the plan of a hundred households, although he wanted to kill these Tartars simply, he could only press the impulse in his heart, Shiguantun had a huge shortage of population, and he understood it in his heart. The shell of the Galen tribe is tantamount to a proper façade for a hundred households.

Under the interpretation of a sergeant, the Tartars raised their heads in surprise, and looked at Huang Hanxiang, the young officer, suspiciously, with a pair of vigilant eyes; However, when the sergeant took out a sack and distributed pieces of silver and salt to them, the Tartars were in a commotion.

Traditionally, the Tartars, who are accustomed to the tribe being constantly swallowed up and killed, are half to half in their hearts for the awe and greed of the Ming Dynasty at this time; The people of the Ming Dynasty were weak, but the Han horse thieves galloping on the grassland were more fierce than the Tartars.

Although they were called to threshing grass at the side wall every year, these Tartars, who were the lowest-level cavalry, were rarely captured, and the leader gave them a silk coat or two at most.

In the final analysis, if you want to have more gains, it is up to them to take risks to grab them, and the chances of being empty-handed are not small.

Although the combat effectiveness of the Ming border army is no longer so strong, the tiger is still there, and they are captured as slaves, and they have nothing to say, it is better to live than to die.

But these strangely dressed Ming people suddenly gave them silver and salt, and immediately the Tartars, who had the nature of mercenaries, rushed to the sergeant, stretched out their big hands and scrambled for them, screaming in their mouths.

Of course, if these Ming people are wiped out by the more powerful tribes on the grassland, they will naturally belong to the next family, and it will not be polite to turn around and pick up the scimitar, and it will be the same for whoever they give their lives.

The sorrow of small tribes is to have the consciousness of being a supplement to those large tribes and to be slaves to powerful forces, which is the principle of survival on the grassland.

"Peng," the revolver fire/gun was raised high, a puff of gunpowder smoke came out of the barrel, Huang Hanxiang looked at these tartars coldly, and waited until these dark-faced guys retracted their claws, and then withdrew the fire/gun; If there are still guys who dare to stab, he doesn't mind killing a few of them on the spot.

The killing intent on his face that could not be concealed not only quieted down the Tartars, but the sergeant next to him also held the gun in his hand, pulled the bolt with a bang, and the muzzle of the projectile was lowered, and he could raise the gun to shoot at any time.

"Come one by one, line up," the sergeant holding the bag, shouting Tatar sharply, stood on his hind legs in two steps.

Under the pressure of force, the Tartars lined up in a long line, and at the beginning a stout fellow stood in front of the sergeant, stinking all over, and his eyes fixed on the sergeant's bag.

"You, point out a relative of your leader, and you will immediately get a tael of silver and a piece of salt, and if you follow us as an attendant for two years, you will get silver and salt every month, and if you have a battle capture, you will also have a share," the sergeant said in a low voice in the strong man's ear, holding back the discomfort in his nose.

There will be no pie in the sky, and even if there is, it will be poisonous, this trick was not thought up by Xiao Ye, it was a routine given by Wang Ziliang.

Of course, if this Tartar doesn't say it, it's fine, but he is among the slaves who went to Bailong Lake to dig saltpeter.

The short man Tartar, who seemed to have a reckless face, turned his head without hesitation, stretched out his short and thick fingers, and tapped at one of the Tartars in the team, the young Tartar with a pale face, "He is,"

When the Tartar tribe was annexed by other tribes, the fate of the chief's relatives was cruel, and this ending was common. Although they were prepared, they did not expect that the customs of their steppe tribes would be imitated by the Ming people.

If they had known that the sergeant who had given them silver and salt had lived in another Tartar tribe for three years and had been a slave for three years, they would have vomited blood in anger.

The sergeant quickly handed the money and salt to the informant, and shouted at Huang Hanxiang, "Brother Huang, here are the relatives of the Tatar chief,"

Naturally, Huang Hanxiang, who was sitting firmly on horseback, just nodded, waved his hand slightly, lowered his head and carefully wiped his fire/gun, and no longer paid attention to the fate of these Tartars.

"Here you go, get him out and kill him," he took out another piece of broken silver and salt, slapped it in the Tartar's hand, and the sergeant patted the dwarf man on the shoulder kindly, "You have been drafted,"

The dwarf, who carried double the amount of salt in his arms, and the scimitar given to him by the sergeant, rushed to the young tartar with an unkind face, and dragged him out of the line with a scream of terror; On the grass more than a dozen steps away, the knife flashed, and a head fell to the ground, spurting out the blood in the chest, staining the bright green grass.

His actions did not cause much commotion among the Tartars.

As soon as the killing began, several Tartars mixed in the team pulled their legs and wanted to flee into the distance, but they were quickly held down by the Tartars beside them, and the roars and struggles of Wow Wow lost their former majesty.

When the heads of the eight Tartars fell to the ground, all the Tartars of this tribe took refuge in Huang Hanxiang's team; And the women of the relatives of the original leader will be divided among the Tartars, and the children who are older and larger than the wheels will not be able to survive tonight.

The Tartar cavalry attached to Huang Hanxiang, according to the idea of differential treatment, was ordered to use a red stone brought from Bailong Lake to dye their hair red, and they were also given the treatment of halving their monthly salary.

Of course, in the next two years, they will be the same as the sergeants in the captures in battle.

The Tartars, who were unwilling to work as cavalrymen, had the status of slaves, and digging stones was their task in the future.

The camp was packed, the corpses were buried, the cattle and sheep were gathered, and with the help of the slaves, the tribe, built in a sheltered depression, had fallen silent by nightfall.

In the cowhide tent, Huang Hanxiang and Wang Hu, holding a sheepskin map, drank hot tea, discussed for a long time, and finally pointed to a small river above, "It's here, you can't let them go any further,"

Two days later, the caravan coming from the southeast met Huang Hanxiang and his men by the river, and the principals of the three merchants were taken to the makeshift camp.

The caravan remained in place a mile away, guarded by the guards, and Shiguantun's personal guards followed Xiao Liuzi directly into the camp.

The sergeants wearing strange field uniforms, exposed to the deacons of the three families of Huangtian Wang, were only a dozen people, but they were Tartar cavalrymen with scimitars and horned bows hanging from their waists, with red braided hair, and there were more than fifty people, swimming outside the camp on war horses.

Even if some of these tartars wanted to run into the depths of the steppe, they could vaguely see that in the meadow farther away, there was a large group of sergeants who surrounded the place from afar; Run, there is no hope at all.

Their relatives are also closely guarded, so what's the use of running away by themselves.

Xiao Liuzi took Deacon Wang, Huang Deshan, and Tian Fangjun in a big tent, sitting cross-legged on a sheepskin felt carpet, and the head sat on the top of the red-haired Baodes.

Baodes, who received strict military training in Bailong Lake, is now basically integrated into Shiguantun, and if it weren't for the appearance of the exiled female prisoner, he would even have the intention of choosing a woman as his wife.

The deep-eyed eagle-nosed Baudus, with a pair of blue eyes, sat awkwardly on the lamb carpet, looked at the three merchants on both sides coldly, and did not show much enthusiasm, "What about the Ximen Baihu?" ”

The obvious tongue-twisting tone is the characteristic of foreigners, and the excitement in the hearts of the three deacon Wang when they saw this "Persian" who controlled the source of goods was self-evident, but the first sentence of the people made them embarrassed.

did not leak the old nest, but obviously randomly selected a grassland as a trading location, looking at Xiao Liuzi's expression, it should be treated like this before, and the three merchants also suppressed the dissatisfaction in their hearts.

"Oh, this," Deacon Wang, who was the leader, was about to speak, when the little sixth son next to him interjected casually, "Lord Baodes, our family can't come here because of something, he asked the little one to bring you a message, and in the future, you and Shiguantun's material transactions can also be carried out at the same time as these three caravans,"

"What is not traded?" Bades, who was confused, was just arranged by Huang Hanxiang to sit here, repeating the choreographed words, and he didn't know anything else; After thinking for a while with a straight face, under the funny gaze of Xiao Liuzi, Bowers seemed to finally remember something.

Before entering the account just now, the paper that Xiao Liuzi stuffed into him should be useful.

"Simon Baihu saved our Persian caravan, is our friend, and has a good reputation in trading, since he said so, then it is okay,"

He took out a piece of yellow papyrus from his bosom and handed it to the sergeant beside him; The sergeant, whose face was covered with green grass juice, handed the paper to Xiao Liuzi without saying a word.

The paper was passed to Deacon Wang, and Deacon Wang, who was full of hope, opened it and looked at it, and immediately smiled in his heart; Sure enough, Ximen Xiaoye's business was spread to Shiguantun here.

The source of those rare goods has basically been found.

On the paper, the name of the goods, the price, and the goods that the "Persians" needed to exchange were densely written.

Repeating crossbows, monoculars, vanity mirrors, Dreiser's breech-loading guns, squad barracks, earth-shattering thunder, silk short coats, revolver fires/guns, water umbrellas, pocket watches, perfumes, as the paper unfolds, the price is written in front of you.

In addition to the vicious triangular army/thorns, shotguns, and ugly field uniforms, precious white flute paper, and protective clothing that never appeared, as long as the goods that appeared in the eyes of everyone in Shiguantun were included in the transaction directory one by one.

At the end of the appendix, it turned out to be the "recipe" of yellow plaster, and the price of the stone grinder.

Naturally, it is impossible for the letter whistle to be traded, and Xiao Ye does not dare to take out the thunder that has not yet shown its power, in case it is collected by someone with a heart, and it will be used by Shiguantun in the future, he will have no place to cry.

After Deacon Wang looked at this heavy material catalogue carefully, the stunned look on his face could not escape Huang Deshan's eyes, and while he was stunned, he hurriedly took it over, swept it at a glance, and gasped.

Tian Fangjun, who was sitting opposite the two, was already a little regretful at the moment, if such a confidential goods as white flute paper appeared in front of these two old foxes, the Tian family's advantage in Qianzhuang in the future would be gone.

Fortunately, when he finally took the paper and couldn't wait to scan the catalog, he didn't see the words that made his heart beat, and the heart that mentioned his throat finally fell back to the same place.

Huang Deshan, who has a bit of a taste of moving stones and throwing stones, has already been behind the scenes of the third young master at this time, quite speechless, this time he came to the grassland, although there was the instigation of the Wang family, but if it wasn't for the third young master's approval, maybe this yellow paper would not have appeared.

At the bottom of the catalog, the word stone mill is prominently written, although Huang Deshan is very angry, but Deacon Wang and Tian Fangjun are pleasantly surprised.

The use of yellow plaster in architecture first came to mind for the landlords and officials in the mainland, not to build a strong city wall, which would offend a series of interest groups, but to think of the vast family courtyards and the tomb market.

Not to mention the tall and sturdy courtyard walls, the tombs built with yellow plaster, even if it is explosive, it is difficult to get it, not to mention those "golden captains" with simple tools; For the Ming people, who valued their ancestors very much, it would not be reassuring not to spend a lot of money to buy and seal the tomb.

As for the expensive green plaster, that thing is outdated.

Even Xiao Ye couldn't have imagined that the largest market for yellow plaster in the mainland was the funeral industry.

The price of 50,000 taels of stone mills suddenly made Huang Deshan's head thunder, and he almost screamed; Fortunately, on the following notes, there are not many ingredients listed, as well as recommended low-iron stones, which can make him catch his breath.

Naturally, the price of other goods is about 10% lower than the price offered by Xiao Ye in Shiguan Tunli, which also makes Xiao Ye's most sincere side appear in the hearts of the three families; After all, the Tartars are rampant on the grassland, and it is too honest to transport goods back to Shiguantun and add one percent of the profits.

The cargo catalogue was copied in three copies, and after the three caravans were collected, the goods stored by Huang Hanxiang in the camp were divided equally; The number of goods traded this time was not large, 30 vanity mirrors, 6 pocket watches, 200 rear-loading guns, and 4,000 matching projectiles.

In addition, Baudus stated that in the next month, the Persian caravan would set up shops in Shiguantun, and each family could go to the shop to book a pick-up, and the money and goods would not be kept on their behalf; In short, Xiao Ye kept his distance from the "Persians" to the greatest extent.

With Baodes's offer, presumably in the future, Xiao Ye will sell materials again, and the three major merchants will also have a bottom in their hearts.

Thinking about Xiao Ye's several times leading the team to return from the grassland, the lost sergeants, the three merchants also had a lot of balance in their hearts; Obviously, the "Persians" still value the Ximen Baihu very much, and the closeness of the relationship can be seen from the establishment of trading points.

With the price catalog, of course the three will not have objections, it's just a big deal to give Xiao Ye some benefits, which can be regarded as a return for people to let the source of shipments.

One percent of the profit, even if the mainland dart bureau escorts the goods, the asking price may not be so low, so in the future, it will be safer and more convenient to buy goods in Shiguantun.

What Deacon Wang and Huang Deshan thought in their hearts, Tian Fangjun could also think of, but the way he looked at Baodes was not so simple; The matter of the white paper made him very relieved and even more confused.