The summer is scorching, and the branch gate is crowded with people as usual.

In front of the door stood the antlers of the horse-resisting deer, and the captain of the city gate wearing two armors leaned against the doorway without a statue.

He didn't wear a helmet, and although he wore only a military uniform, the heavy armor on his body was so hot that he was upset and irritable.

At noon, a caravan came from a distance, and the captain of the city gate took a look, then straightened up, and pushed away the soldiers on duty in front of him.

He didn't know the banner of this strange caravan, not a big family.

He knew that these caravans were most afraid of causing trouble, and they had more oil and water than the poor ghosts who came and went.

He smiled and wiped a handful of messy beards, and the grains of wheat and rice that he had eaten fell from his beard.

"Master Jun." In the distance, the caravan steward came up to meet him.

This is a very ordinary-looking, somewhat dark and thin man in his thirties, with a well-maintained beard, black and shiny.

Although he looks ordinary, he is very easy to make people feel good, and others can always find a trace of a familiar person on his face.

He traveled from south to north, such officials and sergeants have had countless dealings, and they already have a tacit understanding.

When the captain of the city gate saw him like this, he knew that he was a good man, but he did not have to waste his tongue to threaten.

Just thinking about it, this bag of heavy things fell into the sleeve pocket of the city gate captain in a short period of time when the two of them politely supported each other.

"Show me the talisman." The city gate captain checked the weight in his sleeve, faintly heard the clatter of copper coins, and nodded secretly with satisfaction.

The caravan steward politely took out the talisman from his bosom, and his demeanor looked very decent, and he couldn't see that he was so skilled in bribing others two breaths ago.

"From Lulong? Selling fabric? The city gate captain lifted his eyelids, picked his chin, and pointed to the cattle lane: "I'll take a look." ”

As he spoke, he took care of himself and lifted the black tung oilcloth carried by an ox cart.

The caravan steward seemed to have known the virtues of these officials, and stood aside with a smile and folded hands, and did not speak.

"Yo, this cloth is good." The captain of the city gate had a look of surprise on his face.

He wasn't pretending to be surprised to ask for a bribe.

I saw that the car was stacked with fine arrowroot cloth one by one.

Pick a random horse to see, the stitches are fine, smooth and smooth.

At this time, the kudzu cloth is still hand-spun by the farmer's hand, because it is handmade, it will be due to the different craftsmanship of the weaver, there is a difference in the level of craftsmanship.

This piece of cloth has fine stitches, and the next one may be thicker.

It is rare to have such a large batch of high-quality arrowroot.

"Your weaver is so good." The captain of the city gate smiled and complimented as he reached out and rubbed one of the horses.

In this way, a well-made, soft and breathable cloth is used to make summer clothes, and it is very comfortable to wear.

Seeing him like this, the caravan steward changed color slightly.

Even if he was ordered to order the merchants in the branch city, he was told not to focus on profit and loss, but to keep a low profile, but this made the small city gate captain so greedy.

Traditional weavers weave up to 2 feet 5 inches a day.

A delicate fabric like this would take more time to weave by hand.

It is a weaver, who does not get sick, does not rest, does not drink or eat, and weaves up to twenty-five such fine arrowroot cloths a year.

How greedy is this city gate captain who just enters the gate and asks for a horse?

The caravan steward showed hesitation on his face, "This, military master, if there is less goods, I can't explain it." ”

Hearing this, the city gate captain lowered his face: "The quantity of your goods does not match the letter on the talisman letter!" I'm going to unload the truck and check it. ”

Say it's a check, and these greedy jackals will deliberately mess up a piece of cloth.

I don't know how much less it will be.

"The military master can't." The steward had an anxious look on his face, and hurriedly stretched out his hand to stop the doorman who was about to come forward.

He took out two horses from the ox cart that the city gate captain had just touched, and presented them to the city gate captain with both hands.

Seeing that he finally understood the current affairs, the city gate captain showed a satisfied smile on his face, raised his hand, and called the doorman who stepped forward with a spear.

Several doormen also coveted such a good cloth, but when they saw Shangguan stopping them, they had no choice but to smack their lips regretfully, put away their wooden spears and retreated.

Facing the cloth that the steward was holding in both hands, the city gate captain did not accept it immediately, but only told the steward to bend over like this for a long time, and only then did he give his subordinates a look and asked him to take it.

"Thank you, Master Jun." With his hands empty, the caravan steward straightened up with a flattering smile on his face.

"I just misread it." The captain of the city gate showed a very proud expression, threw back the talisman letter in his hand at will, and saw the caravan steward hurriedly take it, which made him laugh.

Suddenly, when he saw something, he laughed and frowned: "You have been in the army?" ”

The steward of the caravan followed the captain's gaze and looked at his hand.

The knuckles are thick and chapped, and there are calluses in the tiger's mouth.

The caravan steward smiled, "If you go back to the military master, you don't have to join the army, but you have to learn martial arts all year round with the master of the family." ”

The captain of the city gate only asked that, he pondered for a while, and there seemed to be no problem, so he lifted the stubble.

"Alright, pass."

The captain of the city gate waved his hand, and the caravan steward hurriedly shouted to the people dressed as scribes under his hand, and organized the caravan to march again.

Seeing the procession enter the city, the merchant steward smiled and bowed his hand to the captain of the city gate before turning around and leaving with the caravan.

When he turned around, the smile on his face suddenly retracted, and the flesh on his cheek jumped and he took a small sip.

"It's not a thing."

The man dressed as a scribe came to him, and only then did he lift his sleeve and wipe the sweat from his forehead.

"Dingtou, ...... next"

Before he finished speaking, he was glared at.

"It's called Steward Ding!" The man, who was called Dingtou, rubbed his palms.

There was a rustling sound between the thick calluses of the two rough palms, "Go back and find me some oil to wipe your hands." ”

"Go see the pigeon cage, open the cracks, don't suffocate."

The steward looked at the road of Lingzhi City, and led the caravan all the way to the market that was only one wall away from the Taishou Mansion.

I walked to a city building on the corner.

Steward Ding looked up at the shop with a smile.

He never imagined that one day he would be able to be a steward.

Thinking that he touched his beard, then lowered his hand, straightened his back, and turned back into the polite steward of the city gate.

The city gate captain who had just won two fine kudzu cloths was in a good mood.

Then he saw another group of men and horses in the distance.

He secretly said that he was lucky, and greeted him, but before he could get close, the team threw a talisman letter.

Looking at the seal letter of the Taishou Mansion above and the appearance of the other party without saying a word, the captain of the city gate no longer had the smug look he had before.

The men who nodded and bowed their heads removed the horses in front of the city gate and let these men with hats pass by without saying a word.

The dust from the horse's hooves brushed the tip of his nose, causing him to sneeze.

Watching the group enter the city, smelling the unique fishy smell that remained in the air.

The city captain spat at their backs.

"Phew, Hugo."

(Trying to give myself a big mouth again!) Spiral yourself to the sky ( ́థ౪థ) σ it's five o'clock in the morning.