The little mute stood up: "That's what I mean. ”

Qin Liu looked at the two of them a little nervously.

It has to be said that Urus is much stronger than the little mute, taller, and more intimidating.

Compared to Urus, the little mute is like a young mung bean sprout, and the two of them are not a heavyweight at all.

The crowd formed a circle around Urus and the little mute, and the do-gooders had already beaten the drumbeat of the blood-boiling drum.

Qin Liu whispered: "Little mute, pay attention to safety!" The little mute was not far from her, and nodded imperceptibly.

Urus had already bent over and made an offensive stance.

The little mute also bent down, staring sharply at Urus.

Urus was the first to strike, his thick arms grabbing the little mute's neck.

The little mute turned his head on one side and easily defused Urus's attack with a posture of "four or two thousand pounds".

Urus Kongwu is powerful, the little mute is agile and agile, and the two of them have fought back and forth for dozens of rounds.

Qin Liu's heart became tighter and tighter.

The two brothers look a little similar, but their temperaments are completely different.

Urus takes the route of a Mongolian strong man, a person is like a tall muscular mountain, his eyes are fierce, and he is afraid to look at.

The little mute took the thin route, I don't know if it was because he was seriously injured last year, or because he was abused in the fire sieve when he was a child, the whole person is thin and small, and there is a bit of youthful innocence and perseverance on his face, which makes people unconsciously feel a little pity.

Urus's physical advantage is obvious, and the final victory is inevitable, Qin Liu only hopes that Urus's men will show mercy and don't hurt the little mute.

The wrestling match is finally over.

Unsurprisingly, Urus triumphed, and the crowd erupted in applause and cheers.

Qin Liu and Princess Tululetu gathered around the little mute and asked eagerly, "Are you okay?" "One speaks Chinese, the other speaks Mongolian.

The little mute smiled slightly, stood up, smiled knowingly, and hugged Urus, who was smiling at him.

Seeing this brotherly look, Qin Liu secretly sneered and shook his head.

People are flesh and blood brothers whose blood is thicker than water, and they are a foreigner, what kind of heart is this fool?

Princess Turuletu stood by and looked at the little mute and Urus with a smirk. She said quietly, "I remember." It was the eldest brother Tulu who bullied Baars since he was a child. It's a good thing he died early! ”

Urus laughed: "When your father Khan heard this, you have to be reprimanded again!" ”

Princess Turuletu rolled her eyes: "I will also say it when I reprimand!" It was Tulu's idea to marry me to an old man from Uliangha! It is useless for the mother to oppose it! ”

Urus smiled and looked at the horse on the side: "Father Khan is just thinking about the unification of our Mongolia." However, it is clear that only Durhan of the Khalkha is worthy of my only sister. ”

Only then did Qin Liu know that although Princess Tululetu did not marry the old man of Uliangha, she also married someone from the Khalkha tribe.

It seems that as the child of the Great Khan, marriage is imperative.

The lively Ao Bao Festival party was still continuing, but I didn't see the Queen of Mandu Sea summoning Qin Liu until the end.

At the beginning of the next day, the eight-character bearded man began negotiations with Ah Hei Ma again.

Qin Liu knew this time that the eight-character bearded man was named Cui Shiwei, who was born and was quite good at military material procurement and negotiation. Every time they negotiated, Old Man Lou and Qin Liu just sat bored and drank milk tea, only Cui Shiwei and Ah Heima were blushing and thick-necked.

The little mute doesn't know where he's gone these days, but he hasn't shown up.

Cui Shiwei is also very skillful in bargaining, from historical allusions, to the lifeline of the dynasty, the livelihood of the people, and the long-term stability of the grassland people.

In the end, the price of selling horses was initially set at the level that a first-class horse could exchange for 55 catties of tea and 47 catties of salt.

As for the iron tools, he kept his mouth shut, and he didn't even mention them.

After all, Ah Heima gritted his teeth and preliminarily agreed to this price plan, but the original 20,000 horses were reduced to 10,000 horses, and they were delivered in several installments.

Qin Liu squinted his eyes and drank tea, and secretly scolded Cui Shiwei in his heart for being cunning and cunning.

The price of tea can be referred to in other places, and the elasticity is not very large. But this salt sells horses, and the doorway is bigger.

Cui Shiwei calculated according to the retail price of 300 wen per catty of salt, and calculated according to 700 wen for one tael of silver, and the price of a first-class horse was 20 taels of silver.

But if salt is engaged in large-scale wholesale, the price will inevitably be more favorable than 300 wen per catty.

Moreover, in the rich areas of the south of the Ming Dynasty, silver was more popular, and one or two pieces of silver could be exchanged for 800 or even 1,000 wen.

According to the extreme situation - the wholesale price of a pound of salt is 250 wen, and the price of a good horse is less than 12 taels of silver.

It is obvious that the grassland people are at a loss.

However, Qin Liu didn't intend to break this point.

Her three gold ingots were gone, and she was in no mood to help the grassland people seek justice.

After a few more days, the little mute came back in a hurry, he eagerly pulled Qin Liu aside, his eyes shining, and said in a low voice: "I really found a coal mine and an iron mine!" Just like you said Doron! ”

Only then did Qin Liu understand that the little mute was busy looking for mines these days.

Qin Liu said with a smile: "It's not enough to find it, you have to learn the mining and smelting techniques of the Han people." It's not easy to invite these veteran craftsmen to the grassland! ”

The little mute just nodded confidently: "Yes!" ”

After a few more days, Qin Liu and the others could finally get up and turn back.

The little mute and Ah Heima walked with them, and also brought thirty high-quality horses as sample horses, and asked Qin Liu and the others to take them back to the Han land.

Qin Liu couldn't help but laugh secretly, this Mongolian is actually quite fine, thirty high-grade horses are just worth the same as her three gold ingots, and if she doesn't squint at her gold ingots, she won't suffer.

Qin Liu was only looking forward to returning to Shabaozi Town, these thirty horses could be sold at the price of forty taels of silver each, and it was not in vain that she had endured hardships and fears for so many days.

The group had been walking day and night for more than ten days, and the scouts found a group of cavalry not far ahead.

Ah Hei Ma and the others also became nervous, and they all unsheathed their swords, with strong bows in their hands, ready to fight at any time.

Qin Liu guessed, didn't he encounter the cavalry of the Mongolian right flank?

Thinking of the group of Mongolian right-wing soldiers who had been slashed and killed by the little mute and Ma Ang one after another, Qin Liu felt a chill all over his body.

It's not going to be another life-and-death fight, is it?

She squinted at the trees in the distance, and occasionally a blinding flash of light flashed in the sunlight.

Qin Liu lowered his head and pondered, chuckling in his heart. This flash is either a weapon or the sunlight refracted by the armor!

Ahima, very calmly, sent scouts to investigate.

(End of chapter)