Chapter 297: A circle where you can grow up on your own
Standing on the towering city wall of Fuming Town, you can overlook the entire market.
Seeing small tribes one after another, leading their cattle and sheep, towards the market, the lieutenant general who had been stationed at the border for decades was in a trance.
Is this still the grassland I know?
"Gu Shisan, what did the general say to Fu Mingyuan? Someone really comes here in early winter!"
And it’s these little-known little tribes!
It’s so evil, what are they here for? !
Although Gu Shisan also felt incredible, once he considered that this was what the general wanted to do, he suddenly felt it was reasonable.
"The general said that we should take the route of surrounding the city from the countryside, and asked Fu Mingyuan to invite various small tribes to be guests."
The deputy general said [Don't lie to me]: "These small tribes , Although they did not go south with the Tatars this time, they are not friendly to Da Zhou. How could they come at the first invitation? ”
Gu Shisan's expression suddenly became strange: "Fu Mingyuan invited me with a sword."
The deputy general was speechless and choked.
The excitement of the market naturally attracted the residents of Fuming Town.
They have enmity with the Tatars, and they don’t want to see other small tribes on the grassland.
"Why does the general want to open a border trade here? Are you still exchanging grain for cattle and sheep in this season?"
"It's okay to exchange for cattle and sheep, but actually exchange for cashmere!"
"My family also raises sheep, why don't we accept them from our people in the Zhou Dynasty?"
Passing by, Lin Jinshan rolled his eyes and said nothing. He said angrily: "Just look at it It’s so busy, so don’t go to the city gate to read the notice! This market is open to everyone. If they can sell cashmere and wool, so can you!”
“Really!” The person who spoke was suspicious. With a look on his face, he ran to the city gate in a hurry.
Lin Jinshan moved a stool and sat close to the city gate, just within sight of the purchasing office and grain station.
He was observing how much grain was sold in the market in one day, and how much cashmere and wool had to be recovered!
With this observation, he witnessed how a large bazaar was quickly formed with someone behind the scenes!
At first, the small tribe who was forced by Fu Mingyuan came here to trade reluctantly.
They dare not not come. No small tribe on the grassland dares to compete with the Jade Faced King of Hell!
She burned Chierle and drove away the Khan, a woman like an eagle!
But look, what a shock the female eagle from Dazhou brought to the grassland people!
She actually collects cashmere and wool! The kind of thing that even the traveling merchants passing by wouldn’t hesitate to take a look at!
She is so generous and kind. As long as she brings her tribe and caravan, she can get hundreds of dollars in benefits!
The small tribe on the grassland was ecstatic. This Jade Faced King of Hell is the Jade Faced King of Hell of the Tatars. What does it have to do with them? To her own tribe, she is the goddess sent by the Immortal Heaven!
In pdd mode, people in other places on the grassland soon heard that a new market had been opened in Fuming Town, where many merchants gathered to sell grain and collect cashmere and wool. There were also soldiers from the Great Zhou Dynasty to ensure that the market city order.
As a result, many herdsmen from deep in the grassland gathered here.
By the time the first heavy snow fell on the grassland, the market was already quite large.
For merchants, winter is not a good season for doing business. The weather is cold and the journey is difficult.
But for people on the grassland, this season is very good! Grazing is required in spring and autumn. At this time, a group of livestock needs to be slaughtered to survive the winter. Since they can eat meat, it can also reduce the pressure on the pasture needed for the winter. The grassland people don't know why the famous Jade Faced King of Hell wants to purchase so much cashmere wool, but what does it matter?
After all, the grain she gave was not mixed with sand, and the Dazhou coins she gave could be exchanged for things in the market!
In order to save time and keep an eye on the prices of cattle and sheep, many grassland herdsmen set up tents outside the market.
Every time a new caravan or tribe comes, it will attract everyone's attention.
“He was introduced by our tribe!” The grassland boy stood on tiptoe and looked into the distance, excited.
They have introduced five tribes to the market, which is equivalent to five sheep!
The people around looked at the prairie boy with envy. The prairie boy became more and more proud and held his little head higher.
"Huh? Why are you in such a mess? Have you encountered a wolf pack?"
"That shouldn't be the case. There are so many of you, and the wolves won't dare to cause trouble for you."< br>
As the tribe approached, everyone discovered that their robes were all stained with blood, and many of them still had panic on their faces that had not yet faded away.
The leader trembled and said: "We have encountered the Thirteenth Division!"
When the people behind him saw the market, they seemed to have finally come to life, and they all said, "They know about the market!"
"They even sent people out to rob and kill everyone!"
This news was like a thunder, and in an instant, everyone turned pale.
Just at this moment, a cold voice said: "What are you afraid of?! Are you injured today?"
It turned out to be the accompanying Dazhou soldiers, and this time the leader was Boss Li .
He was fully armed, with a murderous look on his face, and the war horse snorted under his crotch, seeming to smell the bloody smell on his body.
The tribal leader touched the back of his head and secretly spit on himself. He was obviously scared to death of the Jade Faced King of Hell, so why did he feel particularly at ease when he really arrived at the boundary of Fuming Town? ?
"No, no injuries. The generals of Zhou Dynasty are protecting us."
The grassland boy opened his mouth wide and blurted out: "The soldiers of Zhou Dynasty are protecting us?!"
Boss Li corrected: "It's not about protecting you, it's about ensuring the safety of market guests and maintaining the order of market transactions."
However, the scene had already been in a state of excitement, and no one paid attention to what he said.
"Aqiu, are you telling the truth? Didn't the Zhou soldiers push you out as cannon fodder when you met the Thirteenth Division?"
The middle man who was called Aqiu frequently Nodding: "Yes! I thought I was going to learn something Damn it! The soldiers of Dazhou are so powerful, one by one! They are worthy of the Jade Faced King of Hell!” Even if you reach the Thirteenth Department, you will be robbed!
There are no other races on the grassland, only the weak and the strong!
Therefore, the Zhou soldiers would take action this time, which was beyond their expectations!
Is this still the legendary Jade-faced King of Hell who kills every step of the way?
"Aqiu, I feel a little uneasy. Why does the Jade-faced King of Hell treat us so well?"
Aqiu's eyes flashed and he said in a low voice: "Why does Jade care so much? The king of hell wants the wool and cashmere in our hands , we will give it to her! If you want the cattle and sheep we raise, give them to her! Whoever can help us survive this winter is our friend!"
"Yes! , the best at producing wool!”
"Our tribe also raises camels, I don't know if she will keep them..."
(End of this chapter)