The wind that blew down from the snow-capped mountains crossed the sea of Qi'er, and blew the weeds and ruffled the hair of the Porchi.

It was already late winter, and the grassland that had experienced a winter of grazing had lost much life, and at this time in previous years, the tribe was already preparing to migrate, but this year's tribe only had a herdsman's wail and a strong smell of medicine.

The grassland was littered with milky white felt bags, and with a leopard skin jacket draped diagonally, she sighed and turned around to lift the curtain of the big tent.

At this time, the big tent was already full of the elders and magnates of the Hara Mang Department, but they all looked a little worried, and when they saw the patriarch enter the tent, their gossip voices immediately rushed over.

"Patriarch, my cattle and sheep have died too much! If I don't go any further north, I'll become one of those herdsmen! ”

"Is your sheepfold empty? I haven't had fresh milk in a month! My herdsmen don't have the heart to graze their herds, they just stay at home and pray for eternal life! You've only killed cattle and sheep, but I've killed more than half of the herdsmen! ”

"Heading north? Leave those cattle and sheep behind, leave those herders, and go north to rob other wolf cubs? If we can walk out of this grassland, we won't be able to come back! ”

"Enough!" After all, he couldn't bear it anymore, his hands were on the case, and his eyes widened angrily and shouted: "Shut up! Do you still have me as a patriarch in your eyes? ”

"Don't think that I'm old, blind, deaf! Don't think I don't know you're doing things behind your back! You! ”

He pointed to the magnates who were still clamoring for migration just now: "I sent someone to deliver a letter to the Silk and Cotton Department, and I want to exchange my property for an elder position, do you think I don't know?" In normal times, your head is already hanging on the long pole of the tent! You're not dead now, it's because I don't want the people in the tribe to think about it, and you dare to complain to me?! ”

The magnate's face turned pale, and when he saw that he had torn his face, he simply didn't pretend, and sneered: "When all the people in the tribe are dead, what kind of patriarch are you?" This is a punishment from the Immortal Heaven, I am looking for a way out for myself, what's wrong? ”

His face calmed down, and after a moment, he waved his hand a little tiredly: "Throw him into the herdsman's tent." ”

The two tribal warriors strode into the tent, and the expression of the magnate changed from arrogance to horror, he really didn't expect that the tribal magnate like him would dare to do something at such a time: "The tribal magnate of the Pori Tichina! If you kill me, my herdsmen will..."

"Hara Mang won't end there," interrupted him, "stay with your herdsmen, and if you survive, I can treat this incident as if it never happened." ”

The shuffling and screaming made the faces of the tribal elders and magnates in the tent change, and the Ri Tichi glanced at it, like a lion who was about to choose someone to devour: "Who else wants to speak now?" Who's going to migrate? Who will leave behind the herdsmen, and the cattle and sheep, and be the sinners of the tribe of Haraman? ”

No one spoke, everyone bowed their heads.

The big stick was almost wielded, and naturally it was time to say something good and encourage him, and he moved his lips, but he couldn't say anything.

Fortunately, a warrior stepped into the tent and relieved him.

"The Aketo to the tribe?"

......

He hurried out of the tribe and walked along the trampled path to the fence at the gate.

It's not strange to see Ming people on the grassland, most of them are merchants, but the warrior just now said clearly, the other party... There were only three of them.

The news of the plague in this grassland should have spread, which Ming man who is not afraid of death dares to come to the door at this time?

The gate could already be seen in the distance, surrounded by many herdsmen, and there was a whisper, and the crowd dispersed with two scolds, and the figure in the green shirt was seen at a glance.

He rode on his horse and looked at the corpses piled up outside the tribe from a distance, his face sad and joyless.

"Who are you? Why did you come to Haramang? ”

The man next to the figure in green shirt whispered a few words, as if he was translating, and after a while, the reply came from afar: "We are from Daming, and we want to do a business with the Hara Mangbu!" ”

"Hara Mangbu doesn't do business! Didn't see so many people dead? ”

"The proprietor said that you will be interested in this business," the man paused, "It's big business!" ”

Seeing that the three of them had not entered the tribe for a long time, the face of the three people was a little gloomy, but he still beckoned someone to lead the horse over and brought a few warriors to meet him.

"What business?"

"We want a lot of cowhide and animal tendons, ore flying feathers," the man sped up his speech, "This is our owner, our owner will not only buy this time, but will continue to buy these things from your ministry in the future, and your ministry can collect them from the grassland and resell them, guaranteed to make a lot of money!" ”

"These are all materials for making armor bows and crossbows, and even if we can sell them, how can you transport them in?" "I didn't see your caravan. ”

"Do you remember the Pu family's carriage and horse shop that comes to do business every year?"

"I was here some time ago."

"It's down," the man swallowed, "The carriage and horse shop has fallen, and now it's the owner who takes over, if the patriarch doesn't do business... Business will not be good in the future. ”

"Presumptuous! Are you threatening our Haramang? ”

A warrior was furious and stepped forward, his sword raised.

"Balth, my son, come back," said the deep voice of the Porthechi, "do not be impulsive. ”

"Business can be discussed, we have no salt, no rice, no cloth, no iron pot, no medicinal herbs, and now there is a plague, life is very difficult, we can give you these things, but how do you transport them in?"

The man in the green shirt whispered a few words, and the man translated: "It's not our luck, it's your luck!" The price will not make you suffer, but you must ensure that the goods can be safely transported to the post horse ridge behind Datong, and we will take over! And we can't give you physical goods, we can only give you Ming treasure money! ”

As soon as these words came out, the Pori Thechina was completely silent.

There was a palpable anger on the faces of several tribal warriors, and the most irascible one had already roared in a low voice, as if he would cut off the heads of the three opposite with the long knife in his hand at the order of the Porri Techi.

After a long time, he sighed, as if he had aged a lot all of a sudden.

"Get out of this prairie." He spoke softly.