It's a hot summer day, so people are coming and going at Zhicheng Gate as usual.
In front of the door stood a deer's antlers, and a city gate captain wearing double armor stood leaning against the doorway.
He was not wearing a helmet, and although he was only wearing a military uniform, the heavy armor on his body was extremely hot and made him feel upset and irritable.
At noon, a caravan came from a distance. The city gate captain only glanced at it, then straightened up and pushed away the soldiers on duty in front of him.
He did not recognize the banner of this unfamiliar caravan, and it was not from a famous family.
He knew that these caravans were most afraid of causing trouble and had more money than the poor people coming and going.
He smiled and wiped his messy beard, and grains of wheat rice fell from his beard.
"Master Jun." From a distance, the caravan steward came up to meet him.
This is a very ordinary-looking man in his thirties, somewhat dark and thin, with a well-maintained beard that is dark and shiny.
Although he looks ordinary, he is very easy to like, and others can always find a trace of a familiar person on his face.
He traveled all over the country and had countless interactions with such officers and soldiers, and they already had a tacit understanding.
When the city gate captain saw him like this, he knew that he was an obedient person, which saved him from wasting his words to threaten him.
Just as he was thinking about it, this heavy bag of things fell into the sleeve pocket of the city gate captain in the short time it took for the two of them to politely support each other.
"Show me the talisman." The city gate captain weighed the weight in his sleeves, faintly heard the clatter of copper coins, and nodded secretly with satisfaction.
The caravan steward politely took out the talisman from his pocket, and his behavior looked very decent. It was impossible to tell that he had bribed others so skillfully just two breaths ago.
"Come from Lulong? Selling cloth?" Chengmen Wei raised his eyelids, raised his chin, and pointed at the cattle driveway: "Let me take a look."
As he spoke, he started to lift up the black tung oilcloth carried by an ox cart.
The caravan steward seemed to have known the virtues of these officials for a long time. He stood aside with a smile and clasped his hands, saying nothing.
"Hey, this cloth is not bad." The Chengmen Lieutenant showed surprise on his face.
It's not that he was pretending to be surprised just to ask for a bribe.
I saw piles of fine grass cloth piled on top of each other on the car.
Pick one at random and look at it. All the stitches are fine, smooth and smooth.
At this time, Gebu was still hand-spun by farmers one by one. Because it is handmade, there will be differences in the level of craftsmanship due to the different skills of the weavers.
The stitching of this piece of cloth is fine, and the next piece may be thicker.
It is rare to see such a large batch of high-quality Gebu.
"Your weaver's craftsmanship is really good." Chengmen Wei praised it with a smile, while reaching out and stroking one of them.
This kind of well-made, soft and breathable cloth is used to make summer clothes, which can't be more comfortable to wear.
Seeing him like this, the caravan steward changed his color slightly.
Even though he was ordered to do business in Lingzhi City, and was told not to focus on profit and loss, but to keep a low profile, the little city gate captain of Lingzhi was so greedy.
A traditional weaver can weave up to two feet five inches of cloth in a day.
For such a delicate fabric, it would take more time to weave it by hand.
Even the Weaver Girl can weave at most twenty-five pieces of this kind of kudzu cloth in a year without getting sick, resting, drinking or eating.
This city gate captain asked for a horse just after entering the gate. How greedy is that?
The caravan manager had a look of hesitation on his face, "Here, Master, if there is a shortage of goods, I won't be able to explain it."
Hearing this, the city gate officer suddenly frowned: "The quantity of your goods does not match the letter! I want to unload the truck and check it."
Speaking of checking, these greedy wolves will intentionally mess up the pieces of cloth.
I don’t know how much less it will be at that time.
"You can't do that, military master." The steward looked anxious and hurriedly stretched out his hand to stop the doorman who was about to step forward.
He pulled out two horses from the ox cart that the city gate captain had touched just now, and held them in front of the city gate captain with both hands.
Seeing that he finally understood the current situation, the city gate captain showed a satisfied smile on his face, raised his hand, and stopped the guard who came forward with a spear.
Several servants were also coveting such good cloth, but when the superior officer stopped them, they had no choice but to smack their lips with regret, put away their wooden spears and retreat.
Facing the cloth held by the steward, the city gate captain did not accept it immediately. He only asked the steward to bend down like this for a long time, and then he winked at his subordinates and told him to take it.
"Thank you, Master." After his hands were empty, the caravan steward straightened up with a flattering smile on his face.
"It turned out that I saw it wrong just now." The Chengmen Lieutenant showed a very proud expression and casually threw back the talisman letter in his hand. Seeing the caravan manager taking it in a hurry, he burst out laughing.
Suddenly he saw something, laughed, and frowned: "Have you ever been in the army?"
The caravan steward followed the city gate captain's line of sight and looked at his hand.
The knuckles are thick and cracked, and the tiger's mouth is calloused.
The caravan manager chuckled and said, "As for the military master, I don't want to join the army, but I have followed the family leader on his business trip outside the Great Wall all year round, so I naturally have to learn martial arts."
The Chengmen Lieutenant just asked. He thought about it and found that there seemed to be no problem, so he cleared the matter.
"Okay, let's go."
The city gate captain waved his hand, and the caravan steward hurriedly shouted to the next man dressed as a scribe to organize the caravan to start again.
Watching the caravan enter the city, the merchant manager smiled and handed over to the city gate captain before turning around and leaving with the caravan.
After turning around, the smile on his face suddenly faded, the flesh on his cheeks jumped, and he spat quietly.
"It's really nothing."
The man dressed as a scribe came up to him, then raised his sleeves and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
"Ding Tou, next..."
Before he finished speaking, he was glared at.
"Ask Ding to take charge!" The person called Dingtou rubbed his palms.
The thick calluses of the two rough palms rubbed against each other and made a rustling sound, "Go back and find me some hand oil."
"Go and look at the pigeon cage, open it up, and don't suffocate it to death."
Steward Ding looked at the roads to Lingzhi City and led the caravan all the way to a store that was only a wall away from the Prefect's Mansion.
We walked to a market building on the corner of the street.
Manager Ding raised his head and glanced at the shop in a funny way.
He never thought that one day he could be a steward.
Thinking about it, he touched his beard, then put down his hand, straightened his back, and turned back into the polite steward in front of the city gate.
The city gate captain who had just begged for two pieces of fine grass cloth was in a good mood.
Then I saw another group of people coming from a distance.
He secretly thought that he was lucky and went to meet him. Before he could get closer, the team of people threw a talisman to him.
Seeing the seal of the Prefect's Mansion above and the condescending look of the other party without saying a word, the Chengmen Lieutenant no longer looked as proud as before.
The ordered gatekeepers nodded and bowed and moved their horses in front of the city gate to let these silent people wearing bamboo hats pass by.
The dust raised by the horse's hooves brushed the tip of his nose, causing him to sneeze.
Watching the group of people entering the city, smelling the unique fishy smell lingering in the air.
The city gate captain spat at their backs.
"Bah, slut."
(I want to give myself a big mouth again! Fan myself to the sky (′???)σ It’s five o’clock in the morning ah ah ah ah)