Cui Shiwei's voice was calm and calm: "You can't use up so much tea and salt, isn't it just right to replace tea and salt with a part of cloth?" Cloth is also a daily necessity for your herdsmen! ”

Ah Heima scolded directly: "You Han people are too cunning!" First I promised to have iron, but now there is no iron, and the amount of tea and salt is less, too insidious and fickle! ”

The yurt was quiet for a few moments, and Ah Heima said again: "Bars, you won't be softened by the good days of the Han people, right?" Where is the pride of your golden family? You don't object to such an unfair deal?! ”

The little mute's voice was very cold: "It is an indisputable fact that the herdsmen lack cloth. It's not a bad thing to replace the unused tea leaves with a portion of cloth. ”

Old man Lou and the mud: "That's it." It also takes a month or two for tea to be transported from the south to the north, and it takes time to pick tea and make tea. The amount you want is too large, and the price of tea on the market has doubled, which is not worth it for you or for us.

It's better to replace the tea with a part of the cloth this year, and next year, ah, no, we'll trade again in the fall, and then your horses will be fat and strong, and our tea will be ready, which will be good for everyone......"

Ah Heima stood up and threw down a sentence: "No, no, no!" Then he threw out of the yurt.

Ah Heima looked at the beauty standing on the green grass not far away, and was stunned.

The beauty was dressed in a white dress and a white dress, her hair was draped with green silk, and her little face was so white that it glowed. The sun shines on the clothes and hair, reflecting a dreamlike luster, making people feel that this beauty should be a fairy.

Ah Hei Ma raised his head and raised his hands with a sigh: "My Tengri, have you appeared?" Is this fairy a messenger you sent? ”

The little mute, Old Man Lou, Cui Shiwei and others also came out of the yurt one after another, and they all laughed when they heard Ah Heima's hypocritical sigh.

Old man Lou said with a smile: "Ah Heima, our shopkeeper Liu brought you the scarce tea and salt to the grassland, of course, it is a messenger sent by Changshengtian. ”

The Mongols believe in Tengri, which translates into Chinese to mean immortality.

The beauty is Qin Liu, she smiled from ear to ear, and this rainbow fart was very useful.

This set of clothes is one of the clothes specially customized for her by Xuanfu Jinxiufang, the fabric is white, but it is woven with gold and silver threads, with special and beautiful dark lines, noble and elegant. Unexpectedly, Zhu Yue sent someone to send the clothes here.

Qin Liu thought it was safe now, so he dressed up according to his preferences.

Old man Lou and Cui Shiwei led Qin Liu back to the Han yurt.

Qin Liu glanced back before leaving, the little mute and Ah Hei Ma separated and walked away, Ah Hei Ma was followed by several Mongolian men, and the little mute was just alone.

Old man Lou introduced the recent situation to Qin Liu.

10,000 horses, the corresponding amount of tea and salt is too large, and it is difficult to collect and transport them to the grassland in a short period of time, so Zhu Yue has already given instructions to replace some of the tea and salt with cloth and other items needed for the life of grassland herdsmen.

As for the need for more tea and salt on the grassland side, it can be traded in the autumn and even next year.

Cui Shiwei frowned at his sparse eyebrows, touched his eight-figure nonsense and said: "Ten thousand horses can be exchanged for more than 500,000 catties of tea, even if it is 250,000 catties, it is enough for them to use for a while." There are too many of them, storage and transportation are problems, so why bother so brainily? ”

Old man Lou's eyes flashed slightly: "It seems that they don't want to exchange materials for a long time, they want to buy enough for a few years at a time!" ”

Qin Liu's heart sank.

Does Mo Fei Dayan Khan have plans to continue confrontation with the Ming Dynasty and even use troops?

Qin Liu had seen the tragic ruins of Shabaozi Town after the war and slaughter, and he had an instinctive aversion to war.

Seeing this, Cui Shiwei trembled: "Shopkeeper Liu, you have a very good relationship with Prince Bars, why don't you persuade him, and let him come out to ask Dayan Khan or Queen Manduhai for instructions, and the chance of success is greater!" ”

Qin Liu groaned slightly and agreed. If the trade can be guaranteed every year, the necessities of the steppe people will have a source, and the possibility of war will be greatly reduced.

Qin Liu immediately went to the Mongol camp, and Old Man Lou arranged for two guards to follow her.

Qin Liu was surprised to find that the little mute's yurt was actually in the westernmost part, lonely, and there was not a single Mongolian guard nearby.

Qin Liu's mood was slightly heavy.

The little mute is really unpopular in the Mongolian Khan's court.

As a proton, he went to the right wing for more than ten years, suffered and humiliated, returned home, and was marginalized and alienated, but Dayan Khan did not give him the compensation and respect he deserved.

After entering the little mute's yurt, she was even more disappointed.

It was empty, except for a small basket of dried cow dung, an iron pot, and a tray of cold food.

The little mute was sitting on the fire and cooking.

Seeing Qin Liu come in, he smiled and said, "Have you had lunch?" Come and try my craft. ”

Qin Liu's mood suddenly relaxed.

The little mute has let go of sheep, cattle and horses, and has experienced the lack of food, and he has experienced enough of the life of a low-level herdsman, and his requirements for life are not high. There were no guards in the crowd, and he didn't feel anything wrong with doing everything himself.

This is also the reason why he can calmly let go of his status as a prince and is willing to live in Sand Fort Town!

The little mute is very skillful in cooking, throwing a small piece of butter into the iron pot, pouring in the millet and stir-frying for a while, and the fragrance of millet will spread.

He poured the milk from the tray into the pot and stirred, scraped some brown tea powder from a rectangular tea cake wrapped in a paper bag, and put it into a small clean cloth bag, which boiled in the pot for a while, then fished it out and set it aside.

Then he sprinkled some salt into the pot and cut some of the meat from the tray and put it in the pot to cook.

Qin Liu asked strangely, "Does the tea only need to be boiled for so long?" ”

"If you cook it for a long time, it will be bitter, just cook it for a while."

After the pot boiled, the little mute scooped a bowl of millet milk tea for Qin Liu to brew and boil the hand-handled meat. The bowl is a small silver bowl with exquisite workmanship and some carved patterns.

Qin Liu tasted it, the milk tea was salty, fresh and fragrant, the meat was chewy and had no smell, it was delicious, and it was a very delicious meal.

Qin Liu was full after eating a bowl of food, and rubbed his stomach comfortably.

"It's delicious! You're so good at cooking! ”

The little mute took the bowl used by Qin Liu and filled it to himself: "Of course, I have practiced it by doing it often." ”

Qin Liu raised his eyebrows: "Didn't you say that all housework is done by Mongolian women?" ”

"It was an ordinary herdsman's house. When I grew up, I had my own yurt and no slaves of my own, so I had to cook my own food. ”

Qin Liu wanted to ask him when he became a parent, but after all, he changed the subject: "Why do you only have one bowl here?" ”

There are several pairs of chopsticks.

After taking a sip of milk tea, the little mute said: "We Mongolians have high hygiene requirements for food and tableware, and everyone has a bowl of their own since childhood, even if they go to a relative's house as a guest, they also bring their own bowls." ”

Qin Liu's eyes widened in embarrassment, and he covered his mouth lightly with his hand: "Then I didn't use your bowl just now, I'm really embarrassed!" ”

(End of chapter)