An Chun put on a cloak and leaned against a big tree that had fallen to the ground, and whispered to Mingyue, "What the hell is that dead tartar in Daruchi? If there are horse bandits following us, why don't we kill them as soon as possible? What kind of trap ......"

Song Wen, who was on the other side of the bonfire, said softly: "He hasn't been back to the grassland for more than ten years, and now the grassland is in chaos, and he doesn't want to use knives with people easily...... The most important thing is to be able to attract a few people to come and gather information. ”

The big-eyed girl looked at the fragrant iron pot on the fire and asked, "Then how do you still do business?" They are so poor, poorer than us Bohai people...... How can you have the money to buy your Tiandi Spring Shochu, as well as grain, cloth, medicinal herbs, and kelp! ”

The package behind the horse contained more than 200 catties of pickled kelp! Good guys, that sea salt...... More than kombu!

Pickled kelp, dozens of hand-guarding sabers, and gold sore medicine, plus 500 catties of Tiandichun soju all filled with cowhide wine bags. This is all the goods that Song Wen brought.

If Song Wen counted on these goods to make money on the grassland, it is estimated that even people like Gao Yu would not believe it! Not to mention a smart person like the little marquis Yelu Shange.

So everyone knew that Song Wen was coming from the war horse on the grassland......

No one knew, not even An Chun, what Song Wen wanted was actually more terrifying and greedy! War horse he wants, in addition...... Can a man on a war horse also make up his mind? The current Mongols are not as good as the Kereh, they are all descendants of the Tatars...... Rather than being oppressed by the Khitans and then being oppressed by the Jurchens of the Jin Kingdom, it is better to give me Song Wen a part-time job!

In the vast northeast of the vast desert north, there are snowfields and large lakes in the north, which are colder and easier to occupy...... There are even countless foreign countries in the vast Western Regions, which are either barren or rich.

Where can't it be a stage for them?

Song Wen was planning a big event in his heart, and now he just came to see if this plan was possible! Don't take advantage of the fact that they are now torn apart and bullied, do you have to wait until they overturn the Jurchens and sweep the north and turn their heads to focus on the fat of the Great Song Dynasty?

The two guys hiding on the edge of the birch forest were still hesitating, and suddenly a figure flashed on the opposite side...... It's the guy who took refuge with the Han people again!

The older young man hesitated for a moment, then said, "Since it is you, then you are not the enemy of the Mongols, you should leave quickly!" We don't have the money to buy your goods. ”

Daruchi smiled and said, "There is no money, you can have horses and livestock!" Can someone else ......"

The two young men were immediately furious...... "Dream! You...... We would rather starve to death and be killed by the Khitans than sell women! ”

Daruchi's expression was gloomy for a moment, and then he smiled again: "Will the Han people need Mongol women?" They don't lack women......"

The older young man thought for a moment: "Don't the Han people herd?"

"They don't have much pasture, and the land is used to grow food."

"Oh, then their people won't starve, that's good......"

Daruchi pursed his lips: "Not necessarily, their powerful and rich people are more greedy than the wolves on the steppe......"

"And what do you want?"

"In addition to women and slaves, there is another kind of trade that satisfies both parties...... That's collaboration. ”

"What do you mean?"

Daruchi pointed to the prairie and said, "The Han people need war horses, we can sell them in exchange for salt, tea, copper coins, weapons, medicinal herbs, and armor...... Even gunpowder weapons! They lack cavalry, and we can organize mercenary groups to help them fight, in exchange for large quantities of food, weapons, and even land! ”

The two young men looked at each other stupidly...... The older youth wondered, "Who to hit?" We can't beat the Khitans. ”

Daluchi smiled: "If the Han people provide us with a steady stream of food and weapons, even armor and crossbows...... The craftsmen who built the city, with these things, will the Mongols still hide from the Khitans and Jurchens like helpless wolves? ”

The young man was surprised and said, "You are here to form an alliance?"

"Not only are there alliances, but there are also fair places and cheap prices, like this thing......"

Daruchi threw over a small package, and the young man opened it in confusion to find that it was an oiled paper bag.

After disassembling it, the two young men found that they did not recognize the contents at all. A bunch of semi-dry plants that smelled fishy, something that had never been seen before, but inside were crystalline grains of salt.

Pick up a grain of salt and gently put it in the young man's mouth! Immediately, his expression was shocked...... "Batur, it's salt!" It's really salty......"

The older young man named Batur also picked up a grain of salt and tasted it, nodding...... "It's the best salt, a bag of salt that can be exchanged for a horse!" I don't know how much better it is than the kind of salt with soil that the Khitans sold to us......"

"Shall we go back and tell the leader of Dahubara? Get all this salt back......"

The old man blushed when he heard this...... Idiot, planning to rob people in front of them, are you a pig?

Daruchi asked disapprerovingly: "Do you want to grab a hundred catties of salt and continue to live the life of wandering wolves, or go back and discuss with your leader how to do business with the Han people so that life will be better in the future...... Go back and figure it out for yourselves. I'm sure a good leader knows what to choose! ”

The older young man Batur asked, "Will the Khitans agree?"

Sanda Ruchi pressed the saber on his waist and smiled: "The Jurchens have already hit the Khitan people's Zhongjing City, and now the rout troops that plague the eastern grasslands are actually the Jurchen soldiers and horses that have been scattered and fled, and there are even the Bohai army!" The Khitans have begun to take care of themselves...... This is an opportunity, a good opportunity for the Mongols to find a useful ally! ”

Batur asked, "Did the emperor of the Great Song Dynasty ask you to come?"

Daruchi shook his head: "It's a wise man from the Great Song Dynasty, a young man with an open heart who serves the people with integrity, and is also my master...... He was also a merchant with too much wealth to count, and a great prophet. He saw that the war between the Jurchens and the Khitans would bring terrible disasters to the grasslands and the Central Plains...... So he wants to do his best to unite those of us who are oppressed to fight for a way to survive for ourselves! ”

Daruchi endured his nausea and desperately bragged for Song Wen. In his heart, he compared these words of praise with Song Wen's actions one by one, and finally comforted himself and generally felt that Song Wen was actually really good, and it was not too much to exaggerate himself.

The two young men looked at each other, and the younger one held the bag of salted kelp as carefully as he held a bag of gold. Plus tattered robes and rudimentary weapons...... It made Daruchi feel sad for a while.

Batul asked softly, "Can we take this bag of salt back to the chief?" You are not enemies, the leader will give you a satisfactory answer! ”

Daru Chi nodded with pity, and reached out to pat the young man's shoulder...... "Go!" We're waiting here for you to come, barbecue, wine, salt, and grain...... Under fair trade, you can leave it to us! ”

The two young men stroked their chests excitedly, and Batul asked excitedly, "What's your name?" Which tribe went out?"

"My name is Daruchi, the youngest son of the Daru family in the Bole Grassland on the eastern shore of the Nada Sea...... The son-in-law of the Mohan family, Dawura, is my older brother! ”

"What?"

The two young men looked at each other in shock......

The older young man Batur hurriedly asked, "Are you the younger brother of the warrior of the Nadahai tribe, Dawura?"

Daruchi's heart suddenly shook, and a strong sense of foreboding instantly permeated his heart...... Hurriedly grabbed the young man's shoulder and asked, "Nadahai is still three or four hundred miles away from here, how did you know Dawura?" Could it be that the rout of the horse bandits has already plagued that side? ”

"Uncle Daruchi...... The leader of Daura, the leader of Daura has died in battle, and he has returned to the arms of the immortal heaven to embrace ......"

"What?"

Daru grabbed the young man with red eyes and roared, "Tell me clearly, what's going on?"

Song Wen's voice suddenly came from behind Dalu's naked ......, "Old Da! Let go, don't pinch the child! Don't be afraid, you two, we are Han Chinese who have come with good intentions, and we are here to find friends to trade fairly...... My name is Song Wen. ”