No one in the trading tent dared to say a word of nonsense.

In the past four days, Chizhan Tu has killed people like hemp, as long as they dare to send copper coins to the field, let their Chizhan tribe kill them cleanly.

So the man got out of the way and let the red lamp burst out in front of the trader in the middle.

Shang Fu stood beside him and squeezed the counter account room open: "Leader of the Red Cup, this candle will be successfully traded in a quarter of an hour, do you want this?" ”

Chizhan suddenly took out a silver ticket from his bosom, "Smack!" Slap on the table.

"How many soaps are there, I want them!" Chizhan Tu is extremely heroic.

"Is there any price increase?" He glared back.

At this time, the soaphorn is still the starting price, and no one takes a look at it at all.

No matter how expensive the soap is, it is ten cents a piece.

It's so expensive, it's really no one can take a second look.

Chi Zhantu didn't care at all: "Anyway, the money came for nothing, but I want to see what is good about this soap horn." ”

A group of people all shut up, they really didn't dare to talk nonsense anymore.

Don't dare to provoke Chizhan Tu.

This Chizhan tribe is a very brave and warlike tribe among the Jurchens, and is good at riding and shooting.

Many of them have two horses per person, and they have lived on horseback since childhood, and it is common for them not to get off the horse for several months.

In battle, a longbow and a short bow are used, and the two bows and arrows are coordinated with each other, and no one can fight them in the steppe.

A quarter of an hour passed quickly, and soldiers were heard outside blowing their horns loudly.

"Woooooo

The horn sounded, and the eyes of the people in the room were on the counter.

The first transaction, the first delivery.

Everyone shut up and waited silently for the delivery.

"The auction time is over, and the person who auctioned the lot will come to the account room with me to pay the money." Shang Fu gave way and took the initiative to take it to the account room to settle the bill.

Chizhantu finally breathed a sigh of relief, he looked at the price above, and felt distressed for a while.

A group of merchants from the Golden Kingdom were also depressed when they looked at the price.

"The son of a bitch raised a candle for 400 yuan, is he so a Kangguo person?" Finally, someone couldn't help but complain.

More people are also uncomfortable.

suffered such a big loss.

I don't know when, Shang Fu and Chi Zhantu have already paid the money, and Chi Zhantu left the trading tent and hurried to the warehouse.

But the people of Jin Guo are aggrieved and uncomfortable.

"Why the hell are we, when we ran smuggling goods in the past, although it was dangerous, our various departments made a lot of money, and now it is all given to the Kang Guoren, and we don't keep any profits for ourselves."

"In four days, more than 1,000 people were killed, and this order was not lost, so what about after that? Do you let the people of the Kang Dynasty be so pitted? ”

One by one, they were silent, and the atmosphere of the entire trading tent was gloomy.

"Damn, it's really grandma's breathlessness, we have won the negotiations in the Jin Kingdom, did you let the people of the Kang Dynasty pit you in the field?"

"We must not let the Kang people take advantage."

A few people finally couldn't help it.

Perhaps seeing that the atmosphere in the crowd was already in place, Shang Fu knocked on the table: "Actually, all the money we lose can be earned back from the hands of the court!" ”

He reminded everyone present.

It immediately attracted their curiosity.

"What a way!" A tribal leader in the crowd asked.

Shang Fu pointed to the listed goods: "When the Xiangzhou Treaty was signed, the Kang people promised to import 100,000 catties of our Jinguo salt every year!" ”

"If you say it, you don't say it, the salt works are in the hands of the government, where are we going to get salt and sell it to Kang Guo." The other person is too lazy to take care of Shang Fu.

"Bang bang bang!" Shang Fu knocked on the table fiercely, and he said hoarsely: "Who told you that only salt can be sold to them, and all the sea salt on the edge of the sea cannot be sold to the Kang people?" ”

The head man subconsciously said: "Sea salt can eat dead people......"

The next moment, he reacted.

"That's right, Kang Guo must buy 100,000 catties of salt, and there is no stipulation that it is sea salt."

Everyone reacted, and they immediately turned around and squeezed out.

"Quick, go and pull sea salt to sell in the market, and pit the profiteers of Kangguo."

A group of tribal leaders scrambled to leave the field, left Dazhou, and returned to the tribe to find someone to boil the sea and boil salt.

In the Dazhou field, Chizhan suddenly took the lead, followed by more than 20 carriages, and the scarlet boxes on the carriages looked very conspicuous.

Riding on a horse, holding a candle in his left hand and a soaphorn in his right hand, he gently rested his nose on the soaphorn.

There was still a faint floral scent on that hand.

"Sure enough, sure enough, this soap corner is not ordinary, wash your hands and clothes cleanly, and your hands are not greasy." He walked beautifully.

Suddenly, a large group of merchants came out of the tent where the market was trading and left the field in a hurry.

Quickly grabbed a person who looked like a bully.

"What are you doing here? In a hurry. Trihan asked.

The man was already going crazy with eagerness.

"Chief Trijan, why don't you hurry up and pull Haiyan back? When our king of the North Courtyard signed the contract with Jin Guo, it was determined that we must buy 100,000 catties of salt every year, but I didn't say whether it was table salt or sea salt, and now everyone is going to get sea salt. The man struggled to break free from Chizhant's grasp, and ran away.

Chi Zhan's eyes lit up: "Why didn't I think of it, the water in the sea doesn't need money, the servants who work can just catch some Han people, this sea salt is something that doesn't need money." A million profits, a million profits. ”

He shouted loudly to his people: "Hurry up, send the goods to Dazhou, and we will also go and sell salt." ”

At the sound of an order, all his subordinates rushed to the field together.

After a while, the hall was empty.

……

Yun Feng, who was in Xiangzhou Rongchang, had long expected that the people of the Jin Kingdom would definitely find a way.

However, he still has his own goals in Xiangzhou.

When the auction fell in the first week, people saw Yun Feng leading the clan elder and the clansmen of the Han family's seven houses from the warehouse of the Rongchang to pull the goods one by one.

The sacks in the car were stuffed to the brim.

It took more than a hundred mule carts to pull it all away.

The people around looked at the Han family's convoy and pointed.

Yun Feng didn't care, and the clan elder in the car yawned: "Uncle, after this transaction is completed, I will prepare to go back to the clan to retire, and then the work of the seventh room will be handed over to you." ”

It has never been so easy, and the patriarch in the carriage secretly looked at the cart of goods behind him.

The candles and soap I brought with me were enough for the people of the seventh room to eat and drink spicy food, and there was no problem at all in eating meat several times a year.

Even in the seventh room of the Han family, the pig's water was made

The truckloads were all wool bought from the north.

"With so much wool, if you make it into a wool quilt and sell it, you will definitely be able to sell it for a good price!" The patriarch looked at the wool as if he had seen gold.

Yun Feng, who was not riding a horse and was in a car with the clan elders, secretly twitched the corners of his mouth.

Such a precious wool is actually used to fill the quilt in Jinguo, or to make wool felt.

This is simply the biggest waste.

And when the sheep grows up and has the most beautiful wool on their bodies, they will make sheepskin jackets with sheepskins.

Yun Feng looked at the wool as if he had seen glittering gold.

The wool of this generation can only exert the greatest value in his hands.

Almost no one heard the whisper, and Yun Feng's voice was full of joy: "Zhen Congqing, the money you earned from the field will have to be given to Lao Tzu sooner or later." ”