"One thousand kilograms...gold?!"

The rich divine smoke lingered in the blood-colored Yongning Temple, like the flashing golden light, making people dizzy. The chief of the Haerman tribe Ali widened his eyes, holding the golden talisman in his hand, and looked at Zuvaro in disbelief. At this moment, he thought he had hurt his ears or had hallucinations.

"Zu...Zu Shaman, are you kidding? One thousand pounds of gold? That's 16,000 taels of gold, at least 100,000 taels of silver! Such an amazing amount of wealth is difficult to bring out even the generals of Liaodong! In the lower reaches of this bitter and cold river, the savages eat raw meat and drink blood, and there are not even a few iron tools. How could there be such a large amount of gold?!..."

"Oh? Don't you believe it?...Xiong Da, go to the flagship and bring the bag of golden talismans under the bilge!"

"good!"

The majestic Xiong nodded and ran out quickly. Not long after, he carried a heavy and strong straw bag tied with a leather strip, and walked back panting. Then, he took the straw bag off his shoulders and threw it heavily on the ground. The crisp and pleasant collision sound rang out in the bag.

"Ding! Ding!..."

“!!…”

Chief Haerman Ali knelt down and untied the straw bag. Then, a dazzling golden light enveloped his face, illuminating his old eyes. He stretched out his palm and grabbed two hard in the golden talisman, feeling the heavy weight in his hand. The expression on his face was greedy and shocking, just like a dream!

"Ancestor! This one is gold! This one is so! These are all gold? This bag is all?! How is this possible?!... How could the savage tribe in the northern Qiongha easily take out a bag of gold?!..."

"Not bad! Ali, this bag is about one hundred golden talismans. When the fleet came, it packed a bag and did not count it carefully. Anyway, it would only be more than one hundred kilograms, not less than one hundred kilograms! As for one thousand kilograms of gold, or even ten thousand kilograms! It is also easy for us who believe in the Lord God...

"The great power of the Lord God is so incredible! He holds the spear of lightning in one hand, and in the other hand, there is the shining golden light. He has great magic power, which can give us gold..."

"!! Magic power? Is this the gift of the gods? Is it the transformed gold?..."

"Um…"

Zuvaro smiled slightly, looked at Ali's excited expression carefully, and tentatively tentatively.

"How is it? Ali, do you believe it now? You said, if we brought ten horses and a thousand kilograms of gold south to trade in the Ming Dynasty in the south... Will the divine emperor of the Ming Dynasty meet us and give us the craftsmen we need as a gift?"

"!!...Zhushaman, let me slow down, let me breathe...Is this true?...It's true!..."

Chief Haerman Ali knelt in front of a bag of gold, trembling all over. He stared at the shining golden light in a daze, greedily sucking the smoke of the temple deeply. In this smoke, there were rosin familiar to the Tungus tribe, An Chunxiang, a sacrificial priest of the Heilongjiang Jurchens, and a strange spice that he could not distinguish but was particularly soothing.

At this moment, in front of a large bag of gold that the savage shaman "converted" by the savage shaman, he was so shocked that he even thought he had been captured by the shaman's ecstasy.

"Ancestor! In Kaiyuan Market, a stone of rice is only more than five cents of silver. Even if it is sold to our Jurchen tribe at a higher price, it is only six or seven cents... This hundred kilograms of gold are at least ten thousand taels of silver, and the grain of 15,000 amazon stone is enough for a large tribe with 5,000 people, and save food for a year!"

"But this is not food, or even silver, but gold! This is the rarest and most difficult gold, the gold that everyone wants! Only the merchants in Kaiyuan Market are willing to buy the fur produced by the tribe, and it depends on their pricing. But no one will refuse these shining gold, from the military guerrillas to the border guards!"

"The main god of Golden Light! As long as there is such a golden talisman, it will be quadrupled for the guards of Kaiyuan Market. The iron tools that the tribe can bring back!...No! As long as there is such a golden talisman, it will be traded to the commanders and commanders of each side fort, or even higher... Then any iron armor, iron sword, and any military equipment you want can be traded privately! Even if they are asked to take them out of the side wall for trade...No! The trade outside the side wall...the smell of blood?...the smell of blood!..."

In the sloping smoke of divine smoke, Haerman Chief Ali's eyes changed, staring at the bag of golden talismans in front of him, as if he saw a pile of grain in a small hill, or bundles of iron soldiers and armor.

The greed and desire he had when he first met these gold was actually no different from those martial arts and merchants who were with others. But his background was that the Jurchen chief fighting for survival was hard to change the situation of his tribe even if he accepted the "Sinicization" of all, the tribal logic for survival...

"Master God! In front of the golden light of the Lord God, I smelled the smell of blood. It was the heart of sacrifice on the altar, and it was also the death close to me. Just like my chest with the emblem of the divine bird!..."

Smelling the bloody smell in the divine smoke, Haerman Chief Ali suddenly woke up. He struggled to look away from the piles of golden talismans, looked at the scarlet shaman altar under the main god emblem, and looked at the bloody heart offering.

The ignorant, barbaric, ancient and mysterious tribal scene in front of him was reminding him that his current location was not in the prosperous Kaiyuan Market in the Ming Dynasty, but in the abandoned and desolate Yongning Temple, and in the cruelly fighting downstream of Heilongjiang. His identity was no longer the "Assistant of Haer Manweidu", nor the "Chief of Haer Man's Tribe", but the newly converted "apprentice Ali". As for him, the one who took out such a bag of gold was not a tribal merchant who traded, but a mysterious "savage shaman" who could communicate with the mysterious and psychic rituals. The object of these gold was to deal with was the Ming border army, a group of wolf dogs that were not much better than the Jurchen tribe and were also extremely hungry, but were just strapped by the "civilian priests" and the "inner voyeur female snakes"...

"Dear, the ancestor shaman who can transform into gold! These bags of gold are indeed the incredible power of the main god. It is a huge wealth that I, Ali, and even the entire Jurchen tribes, have never seen before!...I believe that you must have some kind of magic power! Since you can transform into this hundred kilograms of gold, whether it is robbed, given by the gods or exchanged for witchcraft... that thousand kilograms of gold can definitely be taken out too!"

"Generally speaking, a 'sentence' quota of 90 or 100 people will have at least 20% of the empty salary. According to five cents per person, this is ten taels of silver! Three percent of these ten taels of silver are given to the lower part, three percent of them are left to themselves, four percent are handed to the upper part, or they will not be given at all..."

"Therefore, even if a thousand-year general of the Liaodong border army eats a 1000-strong quota of 200 people and a 'lunar eclipse' of 100 taels, he can get only 30 taels a month. This is the best situation, but it is actually not enough! Because the court never pays full payment, 80% of the color is a convention. Eighty percent of the money is paid from above, and if the officials in charge are added to 20% of the float, it is already a very strong background..."

"The thousand households in the border fortress have a harder life, from the thousand households at the top to the peasants and soldiers at the bottom, they all live a very poor life. The lunar eclipse issued by the court is often less than half, or even as low as 20% or 30%. These border forts cannot even have enough food, and they must trade privately with our mature Jurchen tribes to make money. This is probably how the iron tools of the Haixi Jurchens came from, and they must have been involved in reselling the border military forts!..."

At this moment, Haerman commander Ali, talking about the complex food and salary system of the Liaodong border army, as well as the advanced "empty salary experience" and the border fort private trade that came into being, Zuvaro opened his eyes widened and "opened his eyes to see the world" for the first time. At the end, Ali took another breath of divine smoke, pressed his heart with one hand, pointed at the bag of gold on the ground with the other hand, and gritted his teeth and shouted.

"Tested by the Lord of Blood Purpose! The Liaodong general in Liaodong Town controls tens of thousands to tens of thousands of border troops. Even if he eats the empty salary of tens of thousands of soldiers, he will eat it for a whole year... It is probably only one hundred kilograms of gold and one thousand taels of silver!"

"This is not the big deal that the officials at all levels of the official positions asked for. In fact, the Liaodong generals can get only five or six thousand taels in a year..."

"The Holy Emperor is here! As for one thousand kilograms of gold and one hundred thousand taels of silver, it is a big money that is rarely seen by the generals of Liaodong of the Ming Dynasty! As long as you get it, you will be worth twenty years at a time!... Zu Shaman, if you bring one thousand kilograms of gold and go south with us. Even if you pass the Jurchen troops along the way, come to Kaiyuan Market and report to the generals of Liaodong..."

"I'm afraid that when we are waiting for our end, we will never accept tribute. It will only be a large-scale Ming army's suppression, without leaving any dogs! In addition to Kaiyuanwei City, all those who know about our tribute, whether they are the Jurchen tribes or the Han people, cannot survive!"
Chapter completed!