Wang Dan looked bitterly at the fact that there were only five or six carriages loaded with things, and in this market county town could only buy these things anyway, five carts of grain and a cart of iron tools cost a small half box of treasure, even though he knew that he was charged a high price, he had to grit his teeth and buy it, but the Ming Dynasty was constantly hit by various natural disasters, and there was not much grain to sell.

After looking at Zhao Zhijin, who was returning empty-handed, Wang Dan asked, "Uncle Zhao, can we go to another market to buy grain?" ”

Zhao Zhijin said with some shame: "Of course we can buy it with money, but we must do our best to bring the carriage out of the customs when my relatives are still guarding the customs, otherwise the grain and iron will not go out." ”

Wang Dan glanced at this county town, which was only the size of a town in the original world, sighed and was about to set off for the customs, when a shrewd-looking guy approached the convoy and asked Zhao Zhijin: "May I ask if you still want food, if you want it, you can buy it in my shopkeeper's store." ”

Zhao Zhijin asked the guy excitedly: "Then do you have iron tools, even iron ore." ”

The man looked hesitant, and Wang Dan said, "We need iron, and we can buy it at a higher price than the market." ”

The man gritted his teeth and said, "I can't be the master with or without iron, you have to talk to my shopkeeper." ”

Hearing this Wang Dan and Zhao Zhijin glance at each other, they both saw a kind of joy in the village from the other party's eye contact, and the words of the young man were simply to tell others that I have iron.

Zhao Zhijin hurriedly said to the young man: "Then please trouble the little brother to take us to your shopkeeper's store to see the goods." ”

The young man showed a smile that attracted business, nodded to Zhao Zhijin and Wang Dan and said, "Second master, please come with me." ”

Wang Dan and Zhao Zhijin followed the young man to a shop pù with the branch number of Laifu Da Commercial Bank written on the signboard, this shop was larger than the other shops Wang Dan saw, there were four or five guys in the station counter alone, and the variety of goods was also very rich.

The young man said respectfully to Wang Dan and Zhao Zhijin: "Two guests, the shopkeeper will invite you to come in and negotiate in the inner hall." As he spoke, he led the two into the room at the back of the main hall of the shop.

The room is elegantly decorated, and the chairs lining the hall show that many merchants often come to talk about things. At the end of the hall were two high-backed chairs separated from the plan, and on one side sat a shrewd-looking old man.

The old man was wearing a fine cotton silk robe, and when he saw Zhao Zhijin and Wang Dan, he hurriedly got up with a smile on his face and greeted: "Two distinguished guests are here, the small shop is not very honored, please sit, please sit." The old man arranged for Zhao Zhijin to sit in the first seat next to him, and Wang Dan was arranged to sit in the seat next to the hall.

The man who led the two of them in was busy serving tea, and then stood behind the old man and waited.

The old man smiled and asked Zhao Zhijin: "I don't know how much food the two of you need, I don't know if the small store can raise it." ”

Zhao Zhijin said: "We need 200,000 quintals of grain. Wang Dan looked at Zhao Zhijin in some surprise, but saw that he ignored him.

The old man was calmly sipping tea. was shocked by Zhao Zhijin's words and squirted out a sip of tea, and the young man dared to rush forward to beat the old man's back, and it took a long time to get out of his breath.

The old man took out a piece of brocade from his arms and wiped his mouth, took a breath and said to Zhao Zhijin: "Forgive me for taking the liberty of asking, what do you want so much food for?" ”

Zhao Zhijin scolded: "It's not that the Tartars plundered everywhere a few months ago and robbed all the grain, our fort luckily repelled the Tartar team that came to grab things, and there was surplus grain, no." As soon as spring dawns, the villagers from ten miles and eight towns come to borrow grain and seeds, and if we don't borrow them, those who have no way to live will have to tear down our fort. When Wang Dan keenly saw that Zhao Zhijin was not a tartar, the old man's eyes clearly showed a ruthless look. It's just that it's hidden quickly.

In the end, the old man said to Zhao Zhijin: "It's not for nothing that there are 200,000 loads of grain, I can go to a few more grain stores to make up for it." ”

Hearing that there was food, Zhao Zhijin was overjoyed, and said to the old man: "We want to build farm tools and fortress weapons, and we want 100,000 catties of iron." I don't know if you have anything here. ”

Hearing this, the old man got up and stared at Zhao Zhijin with a change in expression.

Zhao Zhijin secretly screamed, the court did not allow any iron objects to leave the customs, and this boss may have to report to the official.

Wang Dan secretly stretched out his hand to grab the chair, and used the chair as a weapon to lead Zhao Zhijin out when necessary.

It wasn't until there were a few cat meows outside the room that the old man eased his expression and sat down and said to Zhao Zhijin: "It's okay to have iron, but you have to rely on yourself to transport it out of the customs." ”

Zhao Zhijin and Wang Dan looked at each other in shock, Zhao Zhijin was because he shouted 200,000 loads of grain just to ask for a price so that the shop owner could have a little more grain, but he didn't expect to get it all. Wang Dan also thought the same way, and even doubted whether this world was his original time and space in history when there was an extreme shortage of food due to frequent natural disasters.

When the two of them were at a loss, the old businessman said lightly: "You use so many ancient famous calligraphy and paintings to exchange for grain today, don't you know that it is easy for the government to find trouble? ”

When Zhao Zhijin and Wang Dan heard that as long as they exchanged the spoils they had seized from the Qing soldiers with the merchants, they could get the food and iron that Zhaojiabao urgently needed, and they nodded their heads in agreement, but they didn't know that every calligraphy and painting in it was worth at least a thousand gold.

The old man and Zhao Zhijin Wang dared to go out of the door of the store, and after checking that a whole box of calligraphy and paintings were genuine, the old man asked a man to call a carriage convoy parked in the distance, with a total of more than fifty horse-drawn carriages full of goods, driven by fifty-six men.

The old man smiled and said to the two people who were in a daze: "Our business is based on integrity, as long as you can get out of customs safely, the goods on these carriages can be sent to the place where you want to go by the shop guys." ”

Zhao Zhijin was stunned and thought to himself: "These businessmen in the big city really dare to do anything." ”

Wang Dan thought that such a whole box of calligraphy and painting antiques was worth this kind of delivery service.

The two little people who don't know people's hearts and are sinister will not see the meaning in the old man's eyes at all.

When the convoy disappeared at the corner of the street, the old man returned to the room just now, and at this time, a man in brocade clothes was sitting on the first seat and was leisurely drinking tea.

The old man respectfully said to the big man: "My lord, they have already set off. ”

The brocade-clothed man got up slowly and said to the old man: "You did a good job, buy these grain and iron silver to Jinan Mansion for reimbursement, and the court can't treat the good people badly." ”

The old man hurriedly shook his hand and said: "I can't help it, I can contribute to the court, this is the villain's luck, and I dare to compensate." ”

The brocade-clothed man took out a slip and said to the old man: "Please also ask the shopkeeper to draw a charge on this voucher, Jinyi Wei is an official who acts according to the law, and he will not ask for your silver." ”

The old man knew that as soon as the silver entered the mouth of the brocade guard, he no longer had to think that he could get it back, but he didn't say anything, and he stamped a seal on the slip, and the brocade man said with a smile, "Put the bill here first, and when the shopkeeper wants the silver, just come to Jinan Mansion to redeem it."

The old man hurriedly said, "No, no, this is a mouth-warming fee from a villain to an adult." ”

The Jinyi Wei man smiled so much that he couldn't see his eyes, and said hypocritically, "Shopkeeper, you are too polite, even if you are so generous, I will accept it!"

When the old man returned to the room, he immediately instructed the shrewd fellow: "You go and report to the master immediately, it will take half a month for our owner to send the iron ore out of the customs." The guy nodded and headed to the back of the room.

The old man felt a little tired after doing these things, so he sat back in his chair and closed his eyes and slowly thought about today's events, "What are those people who are targeted by the Jinyi Guard doing?" ”

After the Zhaojiabao convoy expanded again, it left the small county town and marched towards Shanhaiguan. Along the way, Zhao Zhijin was very enthusiastic about the delivery guys, and there were many dangers outside the customs, and these people were able to deliver them to the door, which really made Zhao Zhijin grateful.

When it was dark, Zhao Jiabao's convoy arrived at the Shanhaiguan Pass, Zhao Yingxiong coldly let his subordinates go, and the cold wind blew the torches to shine on the face of this middle-aged guerrilla general, which was unpredictable.

This made Zhao Zhijin, who wanted to thank Zhao Yingxiong for not forgetting that he was from Zhaojia Village, a little Shanshanran. When the convoy was far away, Zhao Yingxiong said to a man in a soldier's uniform beside him: "My lord, please forgive my subordinates for being confused for a while, and let outsiders in private." ”

This person comforted Zhao Yingxiong and said: "The general knows that he is wrong, and it is also a great luck, those people can behead so many Tartars, maybe this is another fierce army of my Ming Dynasty." ”

"Yes. After Zhao Yingxiong complimented this person, he looked up at the dark night sky, and the convoy with only one point of light left was slowly disappearing, and Zhao Yingxiong's eyes were full of nervousness.

The Zhaojiabao convoy rushed overnight because of the fear of long nights and dreams, and the fifty-six men behind him were not tired, so that Wang couldn't help but look at these model workers of the Ming Dynasty.

The bright orange sun crossed the horizon, and the convoy that had traveled all night could already see Zhaojiabao in the distance.

Fifty-six men stretched out their heads full of amazement, all with expressions of disbelief.

Behind the high bizarre city walls were many independently built arrow towers full of small holes, on which countless people were reinforcing and building, and dozens of Tatar heads hung on this wall.

The sentry on the gate wall saw that the Zhaojiabao convoy was busy ringing the alarm bell, and after a while, the entire city wall and arrow tower were covered with people with bows.

When the convoy approached, the sentry saw that it was Zhao Zhijin and Wang Dan, and the sentry immediately shouted: "The castle master is back, it is our castle master who is back." Immediately, the entire city wall was filled with a cheering crowd.

When Wang Dan saw this scene, he was moved to shout a few slogans like those great men, got up and was about to say a few words, when he suddenly felt a cold throat, and looked down to see a dagger coming up at some point, and the skin of his throat could clearly feel the sharpness of the dagger.

Out of the corner of his eye, Wang Dan saw that the chauffeur guys took out the daggers hidden on their bodies and were in a stalemate with the guards of the Zhao Jiabao convoy, and a guy with a dagger on Zhao Zhijin's throat said calmly, "Mr. Zhao, please don't move, and tell your subordinates not to move, if I am frightened and don't take the dagger properly, I may see blood." (To be continued......)