After the return of the Yellow River to the north, Dezhou once again became a city on the banks of the Yellow River. In the middle of the Yellow River, there is a small town. In terms of distance, it presents a corresponding appearance with the town south of the Yellow River.

At this time, the makeshift grass huts on both sides of the town were already full of people. There are horses outside each hut, and the smell of cattle pervades the dirt road that can accommodate six or seven horses side by side. At the end of the street, a number of people gathered outside a large grass hut with earthen walls, and the morning sun shone obliquely down from the canopy in front of the straw hut for people to rest, and the pillars of light fell on the men with buns who swayed outside the counter.

When the men with buns arrived here, they all squeezed this side first, although there was a price list outside the big straw hut, these people just looked casually, and came to the counter to ask. "Fifteen stallions, twenty-five mares, and ten ponies." The gentleman at the counter replied weakly.

"What!" Friends with buns barely believe their ears. The hope of happiness suddenly sank, and everyone was stunned.

"Didn't the stallion collect 25 ingots in June last year?"

"Don't say it's the past, now it's a good horse, it's okay to harvest thirty times, don't say twenty-five times."

"Where has it fallen so badly!"

"Don't you know what time it is? Horses are coming here from all over the place, and we'll have to pick them too! ”

The enthusiasm of the newcomers to the horse race vanished in their bodies in an instant. Since the Great Song Dynasty diverted the Yellow River, the people who suddenly became the area along the Yellow River have become accustomed to it. With water, local life is better. The Great Yuan court began to recruit government soldiers again, and after joining the government soldiers, they could have horses, and after having horses, everyone let the mare give birth to a pony, or secretly take this opportunity to get a horse back from the horse farm. What makes everyone even happier is that Da Song also began to buy horses, and all the people around who have opportunities are active.

Those who get horses, or who have given birth to ponies, want to take advantage of this opportunity to make a fortune here. How do you know that when you come to the end, you will get bad news!

"It's better not to sell it, let's take the horse back and continue to raise it at home!" Such angry words erupted from a simple heart.

"Sneer," sneered the gentleman, "if you don't sell it, will we starve to death?" Nowadays, some of the people who sell horses are that we don't buy horses for our own use, but as stallions. Stallions, naturally, want the best. You don't *** you rich people will sell too. The horses you have got are far worse than theirs. ”

Rich people, good horses, are distant things for these people, as if they can be ignored. Instead of selling the horses that have been sent here, it can only be said as an angry sentence. How can you not sell it? The annual tax is paid, and the debts borrowed in order to buy horses, armor, and feed for horses have to be repaid.

"Let's go to Texas and sell it." In Texas, perhaps a better fate awaits them, some think.

However, the gentleman came with another "snort", twisted his thin short beard and said, "The price is lower in Texas, and it is the same in other places." Do you think our price is only for you? Our price is for everyone. Why do they want to sell your horses, just to collect them and sell them to us? They must push your price, otherwise where will there be any money? ”

"There's certainly no benefit to going to Texas," the companions also argued. "It's going to be two bureaus here to Texas, and we know how much money they donate to us! Just donate as they want, where will the cash come from? ”

"Sir, can you raise it a little higher?" It's almost a pleading tone.

"We said that we don't need horses ourselves, and that we have to open a horse farm when we collect them. Dragons give birth to dragons, phoenixes give birth to phoenixes, and rat sons make holes. We have taken bad horses, and the foals we have produced will not be good horses. Now that more and more good horses are being sold, what's the use of us asking for these bad horses. Now it's because the horses don't have enough, and when we get enough, we're going to withdraw the stall. ”

"The price is so low that we never dreamed of it. Where does it say that the stallion is sold for fifteen times, no, as your husband said, thirty times has also been sold; We thought, a little more than fifteen.

"Sir, it's the old price last year, seven and a half yuan."

"Sir, the farmer is pitiful, you are kind and make a little less."

Another gentleman got tired of hearing this, threw the cigarette butt in his mouth into the middle of the street, opened his eyes wide, and said, "You don't want to sell it if the price is low." You came on your own accord and did not invite you to come. Just ramble on what to do! Don't buy yours, others will buy it. Behold, a few more men are coming. ”

Three or four came down the road with their hair in a bun, and under the bun was a red face that expressed hope. They then joined the group that arrived first. The pillars of light that stretched down diagonally fell on the shoulders of their rags.

"Listen to what it will cost this year."

"It's worse than last year, only fifteen!" With a look of frustration and helplessness.

"What!" Hope is like a soap bubble, bursting three or four more in a moment.

Although the soap bubble of hope bursts, the Marco brought with it must be sold; And it was destined to be sold to this horse dealership. Some of the horses were paying money, and the empty pockets of the ragged sackcloth were in need of cash.

In the midst of debates about the good and bad horses, and in the struggle for price, the deal was finally made. The bun friend handed over the horse he brought to the horse dealership, and what he got in exchange was a more or less stack of bills. At least half of the people did not have to pay the money, and they followed the people of the horse line to prepare to cross the river, and after crossing the river, there was a town in the Song Kingdom. It has something in it that everyone desperately needs.

A group of people grunted and left the horse shop, and another group of people came to the horse shop. In the same way, the soap bubbles of hope burst at the counter, driving away the joy of caring for the horses. In the same way, the horses that were extremely reluctant were sent into the horse dealership and exchanged for stacks of different denominations of Dayuan Zhongtong ingots.

Some people scattered, they were originally there to pay the money, and after getting the money, they hurriedly walked. Others, for more, crossed the river with the horsemen. Just after noon, the men of the horse shop took away their shops, left a large thatched hut with an empty earthen wall, and went south with the horses and their boxes under the escort of a warrior with some iron cylinders.

When we arrived at the ferry, there were already several large ships waiting. The horses were first put into cages, which were covered with black cloth. Then some weird guy hoisted the whole cage up and put it on the big boat. After the horses were loaded, the Venerable Master was released. Finally, the big ship started and slowly sailed towards the south bank of the Yellow River.