Rong Jiu was also indignant about Bilgon's complaints.

Billgon doubted him: "Don't you hate my uncle? The people of the grassland hate my uncle, and you are still a Wei person! ”

Rong Jiu laughed, "In my eyes, there is no difference between the grassland people and the Wei people, only silver is real." ”

Rong Jiu told Bilegon that if the Great Qi Emperor had not started a war, a smuggler like him would not have been able to earn so much silver, and in a sense, it was the war that had fulfilled his career.

Rong Jiu revealed the greed of the profiteer, and Bilgon laughed as well.

"Yes, cowards are afraid of war, the population of the tribe and the cattle and sheep cannot grow without war, the weak are not worthy of survival, war brings us power and glory!"

A steppe man like Bilgon, who was born an aristocracy, was certainly not afraid of war, and his class position was destined to benefit from war.

The ass decides the head.

Rong Jiu remembered what Cheng Qing had said.

Of course, now he is not Cheng Qing's student, but a smuggler who wanders the grassland, to play this identity well, Rong Jiu has to hold the fifteen-year-old Bilgon, even if he actually wants to twist Bilgon's head off, now he has to smile at Bilgon.

After the goods were delivered, Rong Jiu would rest for the night in the tribe of Bilgon, and then take the goods with tens of thousands of tribesmen's settlements.

Rong Jiu did not forget his promise, and after delivering the goods, he took out the good things he had brought to Bilgon, a set of fine glassware was placed in a box by Rong Jiu, and expensive cashmere and silk served as shock-proof cushions.

"It's the most in-demand thing in the entire Northwest."

Rong Jiu didn't need to emphasize the price, fifteen-year-old Bilegon was used to seeing good things, so he could naturally see that this set of glassware was worth a lot.

The aristocracy loved gold and silver, precious stones, and all kinds of rare things, which not only meant wealth, but also showed the status of nobility.

Bilgon picked up a glass bowl and played with it.

"Can you earn so much silver for the goods you trade with us?"

Rong Jiu shook his head honestly, "I can't earn it." ”

It's sad to say, Rong Jiu got this set of glassware, not from Cheng Qing's hand, he is an outcast who was expelled from the school, where is he worthy of contacting Cheng Qing again.

This set of glassware, Rong Jiu bought it from other merchants, and it cost a full 1,800 taels of silver!

Bilgon asked him why he was so generous, giving more gifts than he had earned.

Rong Jiu praised Bilegon very seriously: "I can make friends with you, this little investment is worth it." ”

It is too much investment for a smuggler to curry favor with the youngest son of a tribal leader so hard, after all, Rong Jiu is not only doing business with the tribe of Bilegon, if every tribe Rong Jiu has to pay so much, then he will take a group of men to sell goods in the grassland, and the profits he earns will not fall into his own hands.

Rong Jiu Tu what?

In the face of Bilgon's doubts, Rong Jiu repeatedly emphasized that he had only prepared one such gift:

"My friend, didn't you ever realize that you are unique."

Bilgon looked at Rong Jiu seriously for a while, knowing that at this time, he really had a good impression of Rong Jiu.

The Wei people were treacherous, and even more so were the Wei merchants who could sell goods on the grasslands.

Rong Jiu didn't even care about the life and death of the Wei people, this person was not only treacherous, but also very unconscionable.

Bilgon had never really believed in Rong Jiu, he had always been wary of Rong Jiu, no matter how much Rong Jiu gave him, this first impression would not change.

The same is true now.

Stroking the crystal clear glassware, Bilegon did not change his opinion of Rong Jiu.

This is a treacherous and bad Wei man.

This Wei man was able to trade on the grassland without being killed, he had luck and strength, and when he first met Rong Jiu, the other party's grassland dialect was not so good!

Rong Jiu also has an advantage that he likes very much: he has a good vision.

From the very beginning, Rong Jiu was determined that Bilgon would be the heir of the tribe, so he was willing to use high investment to maintain the "friendship" with Bilgon.

Both sides know how fake such a friendship is.

Bilegon knew very well that Rong Jiu had given him "gifts" in order to earn more valuable benefits from his tribe in the future than those gifts.

Knowing is knowing does not prevent Bilgon from enjoying this recognition of Rong Jiu.

Fifteen-year-old Bilgon was in his confident adolescence, his self-esteem was too high, and he was still a half-grown child in the eyes of his father, who was the chief of the tribe, and although he doted on him, he would not entrust him with real affairs.

In contrast, Rong Jiu desperately befriended him and decided that his future was worth investing in, which was very pleasing.

Bilgon accepted the glassware given by Rong Jiu, and when he learned that Rong Jiu was going to leave for the next tribe tomorrow, Bilgon asked Rong Jiu to wait for two more days.

"I'm not going to let my friends suffer!"

Rong Jiu didn't ask.

A real businessman will be anxious to make money, and he will be afraid of delaying his trip, Rong Jiu, a smuggler of salt, has more ambitions than this, he wants to open up contact with the grassland tribes.

Rong Jiu doesn't know fortune telling, so he can't see what Bilgon's future achievements will be, but at the moment, this person is very valuable to Rong Jiu's friendship...... Through Bilgon, Eijiu hopes to get in touch with his biological mother, the woman who was given the title of Princess Baole by Agoura.

Bilgon did not disappoint Rong Jiu.

In the evening of the next day, Bilgon had someone come to inform Rong Jiu and let Rong Jiu participate in the tribe's bonfire in the evening.

"My mother will attend."

Bilgun winked his eyes at Rong Jiu: "There are the most beautiful women in the tribe at the bonfire, my sisters, they have healthy bodies and beautiful hair, if they take a fancy to you, we can be a family." ”

That's not going to work.

The nobles on the grassland are not to Rong Jiu's liking.

Although they have good living conditions, which can make their skin delicate, their hair dark and shiny, and they look very good, they don't seem to like bathing very much, and the strong smell of spices on their bodies always reminds Rong Jiu of pickled beef and mutton.

It may be a bit disrespectful to describe them like this, but in Rong Jiu's heart, there is already a better woman, and she alone can outperform all the noble girls on the grassland.

Knowing that Bilegon was joking, the tribal leader would not marry his daughters to a smuggler of Wei, Rong Jiu was still shocked into a cold sweat and emphasized to Bilegon:

"They must not look down on me, I am not saying that your sisters are not beautiful, but I already have a sweetheart, in Dawei, our identities are not very compatible, I came to the grassland to sell goods, I hope that one day I can accumulate capital worthy of her."

Rong Jiu said half-truths and half-truths, and when Bilegon saw that he was serious, he was stunned and couldn't help laughing: "It turns out that you are still an infatuated person!" ”

Hehe, what Rong Jiu said, Bilegon didn't believe a word.