The merchants who do business in Liangcheng may be inconvenient to communicate due to language barriers, and both parties have developed a taciturn way of trading.

As long as the goods are valued, the quotation will be directly made, and the transaction will be completed if both parties are satisfied. It's the first time for everyone to see Lin Fengqin shouting like setting up a stall.

They all turned their heads to look.

The old lady, who was about half a hundred, squatted there, with many things in front of her that no one had ever seen, shouting at the top of her voice, and she greeted everyone who passed by with a smile.

And the shapes of the people next to her are also very strange, they are all wearing strange clothes that they have never seen before, but the outfits do not look like poor families, especially the cold-faced man next to her, and the noble and elegant temperament exuded by her body makes people can't take their eyes off but dare not step forward to provoke.

A curious person took the pressure of the eyes of the three strong men standing behind the old lady, and stepped forward to point to something and asked.

Yang Qin glanced at the other party: "Are you from Daliang?" ”

After the man should have been, he saw him wave his hand again.

"No, we'll only change horses."

After Yang Qin finished speaking, He Yu next to him added: "Only change the Turkic horses." ”

There were a lot of people who came forward to inquire about the things on the stall, but in just a while, several groups of people were driven away.

Until a man with his hair in a braid and dressed in animal skins came up and picked up the can that was placed on the ground.

"Lord Song, what did he say?"

The Turkic man said something he didn't understand at all, and Lin Fengqin secretly looked at Song Jing for help.

Then Song Jing set his eyes on Yang Qin.

Although he was well-informed, he had never learned the Turkic language.

Yang Qin and the others have been stationed in the Northwest Army for many years, and even if they haven't learned it, they can understand the vocabulary of daily communication.

After the Turk had finished speaking, he turned to translate.

He asked what it was and how he was going to change it.

Lin Fengqin looked at the canned fruit in the man's hand, and twisted his eyebrows: "How to change it as you think it is appropriate, you tell him that this is canned fruit." But it's expensive! ”

She didn't know much about the prices between the Turks and the Great Liang, for fear of losing money. But in the end, the words were very heavy. Yang Qin also understood what she meant.

There is a shortage of materials in the northwest, not to mention fruits in winter, not even in summer.

Yang Qin and He Yu took turns communicating with each other in broken Turkic dialect.

Seeing that the two sides didn't argue for a long time, Lin Fengqin thought about it, directly picked up a bottle of canned peaches, opened it, and brought it to the Turkic man and motioned him to taste it.

The man looked at the transparent glass bottle in her hand, and wanted to refuse, but the crystal-clear peach inside made him swallow.

There was no cutlery, so the man pulled out the dagger from his waist, removed the scabbard, and used the tip of the knife to pick out a piece of the can and put it in his mouth.

The cold winter wind made the originally cold canned peaches even colder, and a piece of it slid down the throat so cold that people couldn't help but shiver, but after eating the piece with their mouths closed, their eyes were so bright that they gave a thumbs up.

He patted his pocket and nodded, and the three people who had been arguing just now suddenly fell silent.

"He said he would give him as much as he could."

The other party's sudden refreshment caught Yang Qin off guard.

"And how does he want to exchange?"

Lin Fengqin calculated the inventory that the supply and marketing cooperatives could produce every day.

"He agreed to twenty bottles for a horse."

As soon as Yang Qin said this, even Gu Chengyuan was silent.

After a while, Lin Fengqin asked in a low voice: "Are we too black-hearted?" ”

Twenty bottles of canned peaches for a horse.

"So as soon as you opened your mouth, you discussed it like this?"

At this time, she suddenly came back to her senses and thought about the reason for their argument just now.

Yang Qin's face was a little ashamed, "I see that you just took that point, I'll ......"

There were twenty bottles of canned oranges and twenty bottles of canned peaches on the ground. So Yang Qin was ruthless, gritted his teeth, and opened his mouth.

He didn't think the other party would agree......

"Then this man has a weird temper." Lin Fengqin.

If this were a change, she would definitely pat her ass and leave without saying a word. Canned gold? Twenty bottles for a horse?

When the crowd was silent, the Turk on the other side was anxious when he saw that they were not talking, and began to dance and gesture.