An Chun put on his cloak and leaned against a big tree that fell to the ground, and whispered to Mingyue: "What the hell is that dead Tatar in Daruch doing? If there are horse bandits following us, why don't we kill him as soon as possible?"
What kind of trap..."
Song Wen, who was on the opposite side of the bonfire, said softly: "He hasn't been back to the grassland in more than ten years. The grassland is in chaos now. He doesn't want to attack others easily... The most important thing is to attract a few survivors to collect information."
The big-eyed girl looked at the fragrant iron pot on the fire and asked: "Then how can you do business? They are so poor, even poorer than us Bohai people... How can they have the money to buy your Tiandichun shochu and food?
Cloth, medicinal materials, and kelp!”
The package behind the horse contained more than two hundred kilograms of pickled kelp! Oh boy, that sea salt... is more than kelp!
Pickled kelp, dozens of hand-protecting sabers, and gold sore medicine, plus five hundred kilograms of Tiandichun shochu filled in cowhide wine bags. This is all the goods Song Wen brought.
If Song Wen expected these goods to be used to make money on the grassland, even people like Gao Qiu would not believe it! Not to mention smart people like Young Marquis Yelu Shange.
So everyone knew very well that Song Wen came running towards the war horses on the grassland...
No one knows, not even An Chun, that what Song Wen wants is actually more terrifying and greedy! He wants a war horse, and besides...can a person riding a war horse also make plans? The Mongols today are still
They are not as good as the Klei people, they are all descendants of the Tatars... Instead of being oppressed by the Khitans and then oppressed by the Jurchens of the Jin Kingdom, why not give me a job in Song Wenlai!
In the vast desert north of the Northeast, there are also the northern snowfields and large lakes that are colder and easier to occupy... and there are even countless barren or rich exotic countries in the vast western region.
Where can't it be their stage?
Song Wen was planning something big in his mind, and now he just came to see if it was possible to realize this plan! If he didn't take advantage of the fact that they were divided and bullied, would he have to wait until they defeated the Jurchens and swept across the north before turning around to target them?
When did the Song Dynasty become a piece of fat?
The two guys hiding at the edge of the birch forest were still hesitating, when suddenly a figure flashed across from them...it was the guy who had defected to the Han again!
The older young man hesitated for a moment and said: "Since it is you, we are not the enemy of the Mongols. You should leave quickly! We have no money to buy your goods."
Daruch chuckled and said: "If you don't have money, you can have horses and livestock! You can also have people..."
The two young men were immediately furious... "Dream! You bitch... We would rather starve to death and be killed by the Khitans than betray a woman!"
Daruchi looked sad for a moment, then smiled and said: "Do the Han people need Mongolian women? They have no shortage of women..."
The older young man thought for a moment: "Don't Han people herd animals?"
"They don't have much pasture, and all the land is used to grow food."
"Oh, then their people will definitely not go hungry. That's great..."
Daruch curled his lips: "I don't think their powerful and wealthy people are more greedy than the wolves on the prairie..."
"Then what do you want?"
"Besides women and slaves, there is another kind of transaction that satisfies both parties...that is cooperation."
"What does that mean?"
Daruch pointed to the prairie and said: "The Han people need war horses. We can sell them to them in exchange for salt, tea, copper coins, weapons, medicinal materials and armor... and even gunpowder weapons! They lack cavalry. We can organize mercenary groups to help them fight in exchange for a large number of
food, weapons, and even land!”
The two young men looked at each other stupidly... The older young man asked doubtfully: "Who to fight? We can't fight the Khitans."
Daruch smiled: "If the Han people provide us with a steady stream of food and weapons, even armor, bows and crossbows... the craftsmen who built the city, with these things, the Mongols will still hide like helpless wild wolves.
Are you talking about the Khitans and Jurchens?"
The young man said in surprise: "Are you here to form an alliance?"
"Not only is there an alliance, but there is also a fair market and cheap prices, such as this thing..."
Daruch threw a small package over, and the young man opened it doubtfully and found an oil paper package inside.
After opening it, the two young men found that there was something inside that they did not recognize at all. A pile of semi-dry plants that smelled fishy, something they had never seen before, but inside were crystal grains of salt.
Picking up a grain of salt, the young man put it gently into his mouth! His expression suddenly shocked... "Batu Le, it's salt! It's really salt..."
The older young man named Batule also picked up a grain of salt, tasted it, and nodded... "It's the best salt. A pack of salt can be exchanged for a horse! The kind with dirt in it is better than the one the Khitans sold to us."
I don’t know how much better the salt is…”
"Let's go back and tell the leader of Daubala? Get all the salt back..."
The older young man blushed when he heard this... Idiot, you plan to rob someone in front of them, are you a pig?
Daruch asked nonchalantly: "Should you grab a hundred kilograms of salt and continue living as a wandering wild wolf, or should you go back and discuss with your leader how to do business with the Han people so that your life will be easier in the future... Yourselves
Go back and do an audit. I believe a qualified leader knows how to choose!"
The older young man Batule asked: "Will the Khitans agree?"
Sandaluch pressed the saber on his waist and smiled: "The Jurchens have already reached the Khitan's Zhongjing City. The defeated troops that are causing harm to the eastern grasslands are actually the Jurchens and Semu troops who have been scattered and fled. Even
And the Bohai Navy! The Khitans have begun to take care of themselves... This is an opportunity, a good opportunity for the Mongols to find a useful ally!"
Batule asked: "Did the Emperor of the Song Dynasty ask you to come?"
Daruch shook his head: "He is a wise man from the Song Dynasty, a young man with integrity and an open mind, and he is also my master... He is also a businessman with countless wealth, and a great prophet.
He saw that the war between the Jurchens and the Khitans would bring terrible disasters to the grasslands and the Central Plains...so he wanted to try his best to unite us oppressed people to find a way to survive for himself!"
Daruch held back his nausea and bragged Song Wen desperately. In his mind, he compared these words of praise with Song Wen's actions, and finally comforted himself by thinking that Song Wen was actually pretty good.
It's not too much of an exaggeration.
The two young men looked at each other. The younger one held the bag of salted kelp as carefully as he held a bag of gold. Coupled with the tattered robes and crude weapons... it made Daruch feel sad for a while.
Batule asked softly: "Can we take this bag of salt and report it to the leader? You are not enemies, and the leader will give you a satisfactory answer!"
Daruchi nodded pityingly, and reached out to pat the young man on the shoulder... "Go! We will be waiting for you here. Barbecue, wine, salt and food... under fair trade, you can leave them all for us."
Down!"
The two young men touched their chests and bowed excitedly, and Batule asked excitedly: "What's your name? Which tribe did you come from?"
"My name is Daruch, the youngest son of the Daru family in Bole Caochang on the east coast of the Nada Sea... Dawu La, the son-in-law of the Mohan family, is my brother!"
"What?"
The two young men looked at each other in shock...
The older young man Batule asked hurriedly: "Are you the younger brother of Dawura, the warrior of the Nadahai tribe?"
Daruch's heart suddenly shook, and a strong sense of ominousness instantly filled his heart... He quickly grabbed the young man's shoulders and asked: "The Nada Sea is still three or four hundred miles away from here. How do you know Daruchi?"
Did I stab you? Could it be that the rout of the horse bandits has caused harm to that side?"
"Uncle Daruch... Chief Dawura, leader Dawura has died in the battle and has returned to the embrace of the Immortal Heaven..."
"What?"
Daruchi grabbed the young man with red eyes and roared: "Tell me clearly, what is going on?"
Song Wen's voice suddenly came from behind Daruchi... "Lao Da! Let go, don't crush the child! Don't be afraid, you two. We are Han people who come with good intentions, and we are here to find fair trade with our friends...