A pass somewhere in the long mountains.

This pass is a flat, relatively low position in the continuous mountain beam.

Most of the South Vietnamese natives in the mountains and forests live in this kind of place.

Early in the morning, the house was still dark.

Banihan opened his eyes, dazed, and began to struggle to get out of bed.

According to the regulations of the Cochin National School, the time for foreign trade in each county, county, and city is only five days in a month.

If you miss it, you'll have to wait for the next month.

So much so that the South Vietnamese natives in the mountains and forests often have to get up early in the morning and go to the county town to buy things they need for daily life.

If it is a needy thing, it is more difficult to buy, and you have to rush to the county town a few days in advance.

Rubbing his eyes, Banihan opened his eyes to see the deer skull hanging from the roof beam.

South Vietnamese men, after hunting deer, can cut off their tattoos.

Tattooing is a traditional custom in South Vietnam.

When his father was thirteen years old, he hunted deer and was one of the few warriors in his clan.

And Banihan is sixteen years old this year.

For South Vietnamese men, the number of deer heads hunted is related to the status of the clan.

If you don't hunt deer, you can't cut off your tattoo, which is not even a man in the eyes of the clansmen.

Only deer hunting, the more deer you hunt, the more glory, the more tattoos.

"I'll have to hunt a deer, or I'll be laughed at."

"I heard that hundreds of years ago, the clan was full of hunters, and it was even more difficult."

Barnihan got out of bed and stood by the window, looking at the little light outside.

The houses of the indigenous people of South Vietnam are all dry bars.

Use wood for piles, floor slabs, and second-story walls.

The roof is covered with thatch, and the second floor is inhabited, and the vacant ground floor is used for raising livestock.

Such a dry-bar structure can prevent snakes and insects, as well as water and moisture.

This is not only the case for the South Vietnamese aborigines in the Cochin country, but also for most of the Baiyue remnants in the coastal areas who are of the same line as South Vietnam.

Banihan put his hand out the window, heard a birdsong by chance, and felt the wind outside.

The wind was loud and humid.

The weather was not good, cloudy.

"I guess it's going to rain, right?"

Bannihan couldn't figure out God's mood.

Even the experienced elders of the clan could not easily assert what the weather was like.

This is a technical job, and being able to read the weather is equivalent to being able to find out the mood of the Tianzhu God, and you can't do it if you are not a person of high morality.

"If it's going to rain, that's fine."

Bannihan muttered and got up completely.

Crops grown at home also need rainwater.

The culture of the Central Plains entered Jiaozhi, and the two sides continued to integrate.

Although it turned the hunter into a deer hunter, it also brought with it a lot of farming experience, tools, and some new seeds.

This makes the indigenous people of South Vietnam, even if they live in the mountains and forests, their lives are quite passable.

The sky was already slightly bright, and Banihan was about to go out and go to the county town to catch the ruins.

If you go late, the good things in the morning market will be bought by others.

"Banihan, where are you going?"

"In the county seat, if you don't leave, you won't be able to catch up with the morning market today!"

Barneyhan's old father, Barrow, stopped him:

"A Han army has come at the foot of the mountain."

"Han Army??"

Barnihan suddenly stopped, his face worried:

"I heard that the Han army defeated Rinan County, and now that they have come to Changshan, are they preparing to attack Jiuzhen County?"

"The Han army is trying to stop us from rushing to the ruins and trap us all on the mountain?"

Barrow washed his face, there were a lot of tattoos on his face, and he knew by looking at the number that he was a brave and good warrior:

"It doesn't seem to be."

"The Han army did not stop us, and opened a market next to the barracks."

"They said that if we have the items we need, we can go directly to them and buy them, and even if we don't have them for the time being, we will ship them from Ninan-gun."

The gloom on Banihan's face was even more gloomy, and there was more jealousy and disgust in his heart:

"It must be very expensive, so you want to lie to us, it's like this in the county."

"They won't stop us, but if we really pass by the foot of the mountain without buying anything, we will definitely be stopped and not allowed to leave."

Barrow didn't think as much as Barnihan and said indifferently:

"The chief said, 'We can go and tempt the temptation.'"

"If you can really buy something, the price is acceptable, where to buy it is not to buy."

"If you want to trap us to death in Changshan, then fight over and let the Han army see, we are not easy to mess with."

"Okay, then I'll give it a try."

Banihan glanced at the stockpile in the house and said:

"We have a lot of deerskins at home, and we can exchange them for them."

The indigenous people of South Vietnam all hunt deer, especially Banihan, a family whose father and son have been fierce men for several generations, and there is no shortage of deer skins.

Most of their clothes are also sewn from deerskin, and the nitrate technique is also good, and they look quite slim.

Barrow was a little unsure, paused, and said:

"It's not just deer skin, the Han army seems to want everything, deer skin, camphor, herbs, and even wood."

"Wood?"

Bannihan lost his voice.

Barrow smiled and said:

"If that's the case, I think Han Jun seems to be pretty good."

For hundreds of years, the indigenous people of South Vietnam, although they still retain some of their own customs, can be seen from the fact that hunters have changed to hunt deer, and we know that they have changed a lot.

Barrow actually has a good impression of the Han people.

It would have been better if it weren't for the county's limited opening time and the price of goods being particularly high for them as natives.

And the monarch is still the god of the heavenly pillar!

However, unlike his old father, Banihan did not like Han Chinese very much, and he always had a kind of vigilance in his heart.

Five years ago, when the new monarch ascended the throne, there was a rebellion in Jiuzhen County.

At that time, the new monarch called on them to help the gods put down the rebellion on the grounds that the gods of Tianzhu were entrusted to the world.

There are indeed many clansmen in the clan, who revere the god of the Heavenly Pillar and carry antlers and spears into battle to kill the enemy.

His two older brothers were also killed on the battlefield.

But not to mention the bereavement, they were not properly buried, and even the body was not recovered.

They respect the god of the pillar, and the god of the pillar does not love the world.

So Barnihan always had an idea.

What kind of Tianzhu God is entrusted to the world, it's just a pretext.

Successive kings only wanted to stabilize the rule of the Cochin Kingdom, and did not treat them as subjects at all.

When there is war, call them out on the expedition and treat them like consumables.

So Banihan didn't have much affection for the Han army.

They are all Han Chinese, what difference can there be?

Seeing his son like this, Barrow reassured him a few words:

"Okay, go get a few deerskins, if they're real or fake, just go and see if it's okay."

"This day, you can live it however you want, and it's good to be alive."

"Then I'll go, if there are iron guns for sale in the Han army, it will be fine."

If you want to do a good job, you must first sharpen your tools, this is a sentence that Barnihan heard by chance, and he thinks it makes sense.

He wants to hunt deer, he wants to cut off his hair and tattoo, the antler spear is not enough, it must be easier to use the iron spear of the Han people.

When the time comes, he will hunt seven or eight deer in one go, and he will be the bravest man in his clan!

"If the market is down the hill, you can eat and then go."

Banihan's mother, at this time, brought a pot of corn.

Although the corn grown by their family is not as full as the fertile fields of Ninan County, it is still a good harvest thanks to the unique climate and soil of Cochin Country.

When Banihan smelled the smell, he was moved, and he didn't care about the heat, but immediately grabbed and ate it:

"It's so fragrant, if only I could buy a copper tripod, it will definitely be more fragrant when cooked."

Last time, the leader took advantage of the time to rush to the market, and bought a copper tripod, and cooked something, which was particularly sweet.

It's not like he didn't think about buying a bite.

But the merchants in the county town immediately changed their faces when they saw the South Vietnamese who came from the mountains and forests.

But anything that is only in the hands of the Han people must be expensive.

Banihan's mother smiled as she watched Bannihan finish the corn.

She was missing a tooth in her mouth.

This is another custom in South Vietnam, chiseling and lacquering teeth, that is, extracting teeth.

Banihan looked at his mother's smile and couldn't help but remember that, according to the clansmen, his mother was quite beautiful when she was young.

Even better than those Han women, a hundred times better!

"It's just that there are no Han women, so they can dress up."

Barnihan pondered in his heart:

"If only the Han army still sold cloth, buy some good-looking cloth and sew it into clothes, and my mother would be more beautiful."

Before leaving, Barrow told his son one more sentence:

"Remember to buy some salt."

Banihan nodded, salt is something that must be bought every time you rush to the market.

It's just that those Han profiteers sell them coarse salt.

It's big, coarse, bitter, and hard to swallow.

I just can't buy it.

I don't know if the salt of the Han court can be better.

As long as the price is not too expensive, as long as it can be refined a little, it is fine.

Forget it, Banihan shook his head, and he didn't expect how good the Han people would be to him.

For hundreds of years, this has not been the case in the country of Jiaozhi, let alone the Han who entered Jiaozhi for the first time?

At the foot of the mountain, it would be nice to be able to buy some affordable necessities and walk less.

Banihan is not afraid of walking too much, the indigenous people of South Vietnam walk on the mountains and forests as if walking on flat ground, and the footsteps are quite good.

But thinking about going all the way, just to slaughter the Han people, I always feel bad in my heart.

Soon, Banihan was at the foot of the mountain.

He came early, and there were basically few people of the same clan nearby.

However, the Han army got up earlier than him, and before he got closer, he could hear the sound of hey and ha from the camp, which should be training.

Banihan's gaze stayed on the Han soldiers guarding the camp.

Specifically, it should be the spear in his hand.

"It's a lot of momentum."

Banihan estimated that he should be able to fight two such Han soldiers.

He walked over, and the Han sergeant looked at him with some vigilance.

"I'm here to buy something."

Banihan speaks Chinese with a South Vietnamese accent, and he speaks it well.

The indigenous people of South Vietnam in the new era can basically speak Chinese, otherwise they will be eliminated by the times.

"Over there."

The Han sergeant pointed the way, and the place of trade was not in the camp, but on the side.

If you really want to be in the barracks, it is estimated that these South Vietnamese natives do not dare to enter it.

Bannihan didn't move, and simply picked out a deerskin.

He handed the buckskin to him, and pointed to the spear in the soldier's hand:

"Swap with you."

Hiss.

The man's heart suddenly moved.

This deerskin is not cheap.

If it is placed in the market, it is worth the same amount of money.

When Emperor Xiaowu invented the white deer skin coin, I was afraid that it would be more expensive, and a deer skin could be worth 400,000 yuan at that time!

And how much is a spear?

The head of the spear is made of iron, which needs to be carefully crafted, and it is completely inferior to knives and swords.

And people exchange deerskin for it, it's just blood!

Heartbeat is certainly heartbeat, but this man is still very principled.

He patiently explained:

"This deerskin is at least worth the same amount of money, even if it is a little damaged, it is more than enough to replace it with a spear."

Is it?

As a rule of thumb, Barnihan thought that the last time he took a deerskin to the county seat in exchange, he would exchange it for a few jars of salt.

The man looked at the deerskin, a little distracted, and when he saw that Banihan was still not leaving, he gritted his teeth and said:

"Get out! The trading market is over there! ”

"Oh"

Barnihan came to his senses.

He was not surprised by the price of deerskin, but by the Han profiteers, he also felt it.

But in the county town, he has no relatives and no reason, even if he is trapped, no one cares.

suffered a loss, so I could only hold it by myself, and I got used to it.

What surprised him even more was that listening to the soldier's meaning, could you really buy a blade in the market?

You must know that in the country of Cochin, it is strictly forbidden to sell swords, guns and blades to the natives of South Vietnam.

As for why, everyone knows it, mainly because they are afraid of the aborigines of South Vietnam rioting.

Banihan directly exchanged the deerskin for the spear just now, and he also subconsciously thought that the Han army did not sell blades.

Storing a deerskin directly knocked people unconscious, so that the pawn was greedy for a moment, and exchanged the spear for his idea.

"Han Jun, it seems that he is a little better than Jiaozhi people."

Bannihan went to the trading market next to the barracks, where he could see a few of his kind.

And those of the same race had joy on their faces.

This made Barnihan frown:

"Just sell some swords, and you're bought?"

"Don't you still want to make money from us."

What the Han people are like, Banihan knows very well.

In previous years, there were many clansmen who coveted a comfortable life in the county and moved to the county seat.

Because of the policy of the Cochin country, some land was allocated, and those who did not receive it also tried to reclaim the wasteland by themselves.

Originally, they had land, they could live in the county town, and they could live the good life they imagined the Han people to live.

The result?

When he came to his senses, the earth was gone.

The land that was finally reclaimed was occupied by the Han wealthy family.

also claimed that the land was owned by the Hao family, and they reclaimed the wasteland of the Hao family, destroyed the original wasteland, and had to pay the Hao family money upside down.

It's outrageous.

Bannihan couldn't help but smile as he thought about it.

He wandered around the market and took a fancy to a copper tripod.

Just as he took out the deerskin and wanted to exchange it, he was stopped by the soldier who sold the copper tripod.

"The trading market does not accept barter, you have to exchange the deer skin for the currency of the Han first."

Barnihan was stunned, how could there be such a rule in the past?

If you buy it with copper coins at the fixed price, the seller can't do much, and no matter how you look at it, the Han army suffers.

"That must be an attempt to exchange less currency for my deerskin."

"It's so bad, I haven't bought anything yet, and I lost money when I changed currency"

Banihan had already thought of leaving.

But I thought I was coming, so I just went to take a look.

If the currency exchanged is too small, he will be pitted directly on the surface, and he will say anything.

Also turn around and leave.

This is a military camp, and it is inconvenient to have conflicts with others.

Soon, Banihan was in the big tent in the deepest part of the market.

There was a handsome middle-aged man with a bit of heroism sitting in the big tent, who was turning into rain.

"Currency exchange?"

"Well, no, it's not."

Bannihan handed out a deerskin and said cautiously:

"I'm not in a hurry to change it, so show me how much this deerskin is worth."

"I am the Han Dynasty and the Heavenly Dynasty, and the Son of Heaven is here with the king, how can he trap people?"

Hua Chengyu said this sentence quite skillfully, and I don't know how many times I repeated it.

He weighed the deerskin, looked at the quality carefully, and after touching whether it was broken, he estimated:

"This deerskin is worth 1,200 dollars."

"Huh?"

Banihan was stunned, this is not a small amount of money, the little ding he fancied just now was only a thousand dollars.

If you do that, the price is reasonable.

Barnihan immediately took out a few more deerskins, completely abandoned his previous thoughts, and said cheekily:

"Then help me re-evaluate and see how much these deerskins cost."

turned into rain to refresh me, this is a big household!

"This one is a thousand dollars, this one is of poor quality, eight hundred, this one is quite good, two thousand dollars."

The price is not bullied.

Seeing that Hua Chengyu was so sincere, and accidentally caught a glimpse of two teeth when he opened his mouth, as if he was missing two teeth, and a few black, like the chiseled lacquer teeth of the South Vietnamese, he couldn't help but ask:

"You're South Vietnamese?"

He knew that the Han army had also recruited some South Vietnamese who had moved into the city and trained them as new soldiers.

Consumables, Jiaozhi country energy consumption, Han also energy consumption.

"How is it possible, I'm Han."

Hua Chengyu raised his eyebrows and handed out the usual money, as well as a bag of broken silver.

He was very thoughtful, the copper coins were too heavy, and he could use the usual money to add change, and the large amount of money was used in silver.

Ay.

Turning into rain sighed in his heart.

None of these Nanyue turtles brought money, all of them were bartered, but the market set up by the emperor did not accept barter.

So much so that every time a South Vietnamese native came, he had to weigh the goods, estimate the price, and then count out the copper and silver coins, which was exhausting.

However, the emperor specially told him that what he was doing now was a big deal.

What else to say, if you want to make the hearts of the natives of South Vietnam turn to the Han Dynasty, you must first let them use the currency of the Han Dynasty.

Banihan took the money, but he was even more puzzled in his heart:

"Then how do you have chisel and lacquer teeth?"

"Chisel lacquered teeth? That's what you say? ”

Turning into rain grinning, revealing missing teeth and black teeth.

He could only make a yearning look according to the words he had thought of a long time ago, and said word by word:

"I just like it, your chiseled tooth and lacquer teeth are very chic and quite fashionable."

Barnihan is a little unconfident in his whole person, is it really fake?

The Han people regard these as barbarian habits!

"Do you like ????"

"I like it, I like it!"

turned into rain and gritted his only remaining teeth, it can't be said that the emperor personally knocked it out for him, right?

It hurts when I think about it.

I was beaten every day in Yizhou, and I didn't have any teeth, so I was stunned and knocked out!

The computer is broken, it was repaired this afternoon, and it is all mobile phone code words, so that the update time is not very stable, everyone forgive me

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