On the banks of the Ulanmulun River, Gao Jin rode a horse and observed the python Jin army beside the caravan. Compared with the Aji army, the Mongolian army of a hundred households was much better equipped. Everyone was wearing leather armor, some of which were inlaid with iron pieces. As for the one hundred household Meng En, the one who was wearing iron armor.

"These Tartars are all elite!" Aside Gao Jin, Old Chen looked fearful. Most of the python gold tribes are the backbone of Mongolia and have always invaded the border walls. Military troops like Aji tribe cannon fodder.

"Uncle Chen, I think they are more equipped than the cavalry of Aji's army?" Gao Jin was a little confused. He did not see that these Mongolian cavalry of the Python Golden Tribe were much stronger than the soldiers of Aji's army, and it seemed to be similar.

"Look at the distance they keep from front to back." Old Chen glanced at the python golden cavalry lined up in front of him and said with a whisper.

Gao Jin looked carefully and found that the Mongolian cavalry lined up in a long queue, but the distance between the front and back was mostly about five meters, and there was no obvious disconnection.

"There is a coincidence between the two sides, and this is not a temporary mob." Old Chen said. Although Gao Jin was smart, his experience in these wars was still much worse, and he was just right to tell him now.

Gao Jin nodded and was taught. Ordinary people inside the wall have always been afraid of the Mongols, and they are as afraid as tigers. They think that the Mongols are naturally good at fighting. In fact, this is not the case. He followed the caravan along the way and found that the lower-level herders of the Mongols could only ride horses and fire their bows, and not even many had swords.

As Lao Chen said, the Mongols invaded the border walls and gathered troops were mostly mobs composed of herdsmen, and were treated as cannon fodder. The well-trained elite households in most of the battles were the real main force.

"It seems that these Mongolian Tartars are just passing by."

Hearing Lao Chen's words to himself, Gao Jinshen agreed, "Uncle Chen, the position of the Tumote tribe has now been set, and the python golden tribe must have some expression, I'm afraid they..."

"Okay, what they are going to do is not our business. As long as we can get online in Guihua City, we will make a lot of money this time."

Looking at Old Chen's excited face, Gao Jin couldn't help but look forward to the naturalized city called Qingcheng. Of course, this city has a familiar name, Hohhot.

...

As we entered the long summer, the grass on the grassland began to grow wildly. On the banks of the Ulanmulun River, because of the abundant water, the more the caravans moved forward, the more meadows there were. After three days after leaving the python Golden Tribe, looking around, it was full of green vitality.

During three days, Gao Jin took the initiative to get familiar with the hundred-member Meng En, and then he realized that the short and strong Mongolian man was actually Agudamu's nephew, no wonder he could be sent to Guihua City.

"Brother Meng, let's take this yellow sheep and share it with everyone!"

The water and grass are abundant, and there are more and more wild animals in the meadows. The caravan is not moving fast. Gao Jin still takes time out to hunt every day, and he will take out some of the prey he catches to Meng En. After several times, he has a great reputation among the Mongolian cavalry.

"Brother, thank you for that."

After taking the fat yellow sheep, Meng En was not polite. He led his troops to escort the Gao family caravan, but the food was their own. The dried meat he carried was not as delicious as fresh meat.

"Brother, your archery skills are really amazing. I'm afraid it's no worse than the Legend of the Condor Heroes in the Khan tent."

The Khan mentioned by Meng En is the nominal communist of various Mongolian tribes, Lin Dankhan of the Chahar tribe. This young Khan has recruited many famous warriors from various tribes in the Khan tent.

"Brother Meng is too awarded." Gao Jin has heard of the title of The Legend of the Condor Heroes. He was the best archer among the Mongolians. Only the Mongolian Wanhu tribe like Tumotchahar can own it.

Gao Jin shot down the falcon in the python golden tribe, but he knew in his heart that it was purely because the falcon was not flying high and he circled above his head, so he found an opportunity. He was really a falcon with flying wings and flying high, and he was not sure at all.

After some courtesy, Gao Jin brought his entourage back to the caravan camp. The camp was still vans and did not relax his guard. This was the rule of the caravan over the years, and the uncles and uncles were still on duty at night.

"What can I get out?" Seeing Gao Jin come back, Gao Chong asked. When he goes to Guihua City, he has to rely on the python golden department to build a bridge, so he asked his son to deal with Meng En, hoping to get out some useful news.

"He spoke very tightly, and he only said that he was giving gifts to Su Nang Taiji according to Agudamu's meaning."

The powerful third lady finally got old. Faced with the alliance between the great Taiji people of the Tumote tribe, even if she pampers her grandson Su Nang, she could only give in.

Gao Jin could not find out much useful information. He only knew that although the Khan of the Tumote tribe was determined, Guihua City was still handed over to his grandson Su Nang by the third lady. For the Python Jin tribe, Guihua City was too close and Bu Situ, the Khan was too far away, so they could only choose to surrender to the owner of Guihua City.

"It seems that most of the people we are in contact with are Taiji in the Sucan Department?"

Seeing his father frowning, Gao Jin knew in his heart that his father felt that Su Nang Taiji's status would sooner or later be lost. When the third lady died, Bu Situ, the Tumote Khan, would definitely take back Huihua City.

"Dad, don't think too much. Didn't you say that you should take care of the current affairs first and then discuss other things."

Hearing Gao Jin's words, Gao Chong was stunned and then smiled, "You are a big deal, but that's right. This business in Guihua City can make a lot of money."

...

Two days later, the caravan finally arrived in Guihua City. Along the way, Gao Jin met many tribes and herdsmen scattered around Guihua City. He sold a lot of salt mines dug from his car and exchanged for fur.

Looking at the black blue city wall in front of him, Gao Jin was a little disappointed. Qingcheng, which was highly praised by Meng En and others, was just an ordinary small county town in his opinion. However, compared with the Shenmu Fort in his memory, the city wall close to six meters was considered majestic.

The only thing that surprised Gao Jin was that there were many traces of village ruins around the plains around Guihua City, especially abandoned canals can be seen along the rivers along the way.

"Dad, why are there so many dilapidated villages around Guihua City?"

"When Altan Khan was there, there were fertile fields near Guihua City." Gao Chong replied, his face dimly. When he was young, the Qi family army had passed away and the Tumote tribe was at its peak. At that time, the White Lotus Sect took the people to join the Tumote tribe, reclaiming fertile fields for the Tumote tribe and cultivating grain for the Tumote tribe.

Nowadays, the ruins of these villages near Guihua City were left by the Ming people who defected to the Tumote tribe. But after decades, they all turned into ruins, and the Tumote tribe is no longer the overlord who dominates the grassland.

When they arrived at the city gate, Gao Jin and his friends walked in smoothly because of Meng En's accompanying him. When they passed by the city gate, Gao Jin carefully looked at the army guarding the city and found that although these Mongolian soldiers were well-equipped, they had less murderous aura.

When he entered the city, Gao Jin found that it was much more lively. The streets were bustling with people everywhere, and there were many caravans from the Ming Dynasty.

"Masters, do you want to find a place to stay?"

"Our Baosheng number is fair, and if you want to take advantage of the goods, you can go to the corner of the street in front..."

As soon as the caravan passed the city gate, a man dressed up came forward and spoke in the words of the mandarin to solicit customers. There were inns and the goods warehouses of the big merchants.

Gao Jin didn't expect that there were people in Guihua City who received goods directly, and he saw that the Baosheng guy looked arrogant and seemed to be sure they would sell the goods to them.

"Xiao Jin, this is Guihua City. If it doesn't matter to the Mongolians, they can deliver the goods to the warehouses of these big merchants."

After Gao Chong returned the shopkeepers, he said to Gao Jin that Guihua City looked like a city with rules, but the sinister prey on the weak is no worse than in the wilderness. The big merchants who opened shops in the city had a relationship with the Mongols at both ends of the wall.

If a small caravan like Gaojia Store does not have the connections with the Mongolians in Guihua City and wants to ship the goods, they can only sell them to the warehouses of the big merchants at a low price to make some hard money.

"Dad, if that's the case, then we small caravans will make money for shipping goods, why come to this Guihua City?"

"One trade road, there are only a few tribes along the way. The caravans bring less goods and can't make much money. They bring more goods. Who do you sell them to?"

"In this Guihua City, you can at least get out all the goods. Don't worry about going to those strange tribes and being killed and robbed by Mongolian Tartars or horse thieves."

"How many caravans come out of customs every year and come here to do business outside the border, and how many people can go back with all their heads."

"Do you think those big merchants have opened good halls, and they set up warehouses and sell them high, how can they make money?"

Gao Jin could not have imagined that the big merchants in Guihua City were so domineering, but his father's answer made him silent.

"This is the case in this world. This time we can use the python gold department to get along with the Taiji relationship in this city, so the caravans will no longer be exploited by those big merchants."

Gao Chong said to Gao Jin that his son still had too little knowledge and was not clear about the sinisterness of the world and people's hearts.

"Dad, I understand that the truth doesn't work these days, only fists work."

Gao Jin and the caravan went to the inn run by the Mongolians in Chucheng to rest. They said it was an inn. At that time, there was a row of tiled houses and a large open space. Gao Jin and the others did not want a room, but just piled trucks together in the open space and were done.

When they entered the city, Meng En greeted Gao Jin. When he finished his business, he would naturally come to this inn to find him and take him to meet a noble man in the city. Of course, they would not care whether the business could be negotiated in the end.

"I really don't want a few rooms. We have all the best rooms here, and we hired a chef from Datong Mansion."

"No, we will make the food ourselves, and we will calculate the money for the animal's forage."

Looking at the inn shopkeeper with a contempt, Gao Jin felt a little uncomfortable, but the father beside him looked like he was used to it.

"The feet and teeth of the car and ship shop should be killed if they are innocent." After the inn shopkeeper left, Wei Lianhai, who was in charge of the accounting, cursed hatefully, and then said to Gao Jin, "The inns in Guihua City are all black-hearted and full of nonsense. You must not obey their words in the future."
Chapter completed!