A lot of things happened on the banks of the Tula River in the past two days.
Living Buddha Taranatha announced that Kachin Khan Usuzha was the messenger of the Immortal Heaven, and that the Naiman tribe would have the power to station troops in the holy place. At the same time, the town was also officially named Urg, and it would be the place where the living Buddha would be stationed in Xi forever.
Change.
More and more people began to come to Urg. While they paid homage to the Living Buddha, they also sold the furs they had accumulated.
Since the town was first built, there were no warehouses or specialized shops, so many Mongolians used large carts to pull their furs to the streets to sell them.
There were constant shouts and shouts on the street, and Mongolians selling furs lined both sides of the street, but there were very few people who actually bought furs.
In winter, there are very few caravans going north to barter, and most of the people stranded here have already purchased their goods.
Tie Mo was not in a hurry to hunt for goods, but sent people out to understand the market situation first.
Since meeting Tarona that day, Tie Mo has been separated from the Chang family. If not necessary, it would be better to avoid provoking that woman Chang Min Yue as little as possible.
Aqige stayed in Urg and waited for the tribe's troops. He had nothing to do and walked around the streets with Tie Mo, acting as a translator at any time.
Tie Mo also has some understanding of the current market situation. Fur has been at its cheapest recently. When spring comes, the price will at least double. If you are eloquent and have a good relationship with the owner, you can get it cheaper.
In fact, Tie Mo doesn't know much about fur at all and can't tell the difference between good and bad fur. However, in Urg, there is no need to worry about being cheated. Mongolians rarely pass off inferior quality or engage in fraud.
As a native Mongolian girl, Aqige still knows something about fur.
"Look at these furs. They are actually quite good. We Mongolians are not like you Han people. We have a lot of thoughts behind doing business."
"Ahem, princess, you don't want to beat a bunch of people to death with one stick. I'm actually quite honest."
"Really?" Aqige looked at Tie Mo's face seriously. She had to admit that if she hadn't been in contact with him for a long time, she would really be deceived by this honest face.
"You are dishonest and have many evil intentions. Oh, don't call me Aqige!"
"Okay, Aqige, actually, that's not called being smart, that's called being clever and wise. Look at my physique, it's called being big and wise!"
Aqige pursed her lips, and her big dark eyes were full of energy, "I found that you are not only thoughtful, but also thick-skinned."
"All right!"
The two chatted and laughed, and walked along the side street for a while. They saw someone bartering in front of them, so they stood nearby to watch.
.......
Four Han Chinese and a Mongolian man negotiated loudly. Since both parties spoke Mongolian, they could only rely on Aqige to translate the words.
The four Han people planned to exchange the colored glaze in their hands with the Mongolians for furs. The two sides were arguing about how many furs they could exchange for one piece of colored glaze.
It took half an hour before the two parties agreed on the price.
A chicken fat yellow glass bottle is exchanged for a hundred furs.
After hearing the transaction price, Tie Mo's eyes widened and he was a little confused.
A chicken-fat yellow glass bottle is worth about fifty taels if it is of good quality, while a hundred furs of good quality are worth at least five hundred taels.
Fifty taels were exchanged for 500 taels, a direct increase of ten times. This simply deceived the Mongolians into thinking they were fools.
What troubled Tie Mo the most was that the yellow glass bottles of chicken fat in the hands of those people looked defective. The market price was less than two taels of silver. From Zhangjiakou to Urg, including the travel expenses, it was only worth ten taels at most.
.
Tie Mo has two lifetimes of memory. Although he can't understand fur, he still understands Liuli a little.
Most of these glass bottles are garbage thrown out from the workshop.
With a frown, Tie Mo walked over with a dark face, grabbed the wrist of one of them, and turned to look at the Mongolian.
"Brother, you can't sell this fur to them, you've been screwed."
Aqige didn't know there was something fishy about it, but he quickly translated it.
The Mongolian man didn't know what to do, but the Han man holding the bottle was not happy at first.
"Brother, what do you mean?"
"Do you need me to say more about what kind of thing you have in your hand? Can you sell this cart of yellow and broken chicken fat bottles for a hundred taels?"
The man put the glass bottle back into the car, grabbed Tie Mo's sleeve, and said in a low voice: "Brother, Wang Shunyi of Zhangjiakou, the second son of the Kang family is Wang's cousin. As the saying goes, it is convenient for others to do it for yourself.
Just pretend you haven’t seen this? Let’s be friends.”
Kang Zhendai’s cousin?
Tie Mo secretly laughed in his heart, it was true that we were enemies on a narrow road. It would be a good thing not to mention Kang Zhendai. Now that Kang Zhendai is mentioned, then this matter really has to be taken care of.
"Haha, it turns out to be Boss Wang. Mr. Tie has a straightforward personality and hates others bullying honest people. I really have no control over this matter today."
"Huh?" Wang Shunyi's face darkened, and he looked at Tie Mo carefully, "Brother, you are a little unfamiliar, don't you walk around Zhangjiakou often? If you do this, you will suffer a big loss!"
"What? Threaten me? Tie is not scared!"
The noise between the two sides alarmed many people, and soon a bearded man walked out of the hut next to him. The Mongolian fur seller hurriedly muttered to the bearded man.
"Tie? Is it you?"
"Uh?" Tie Mo was slightly startled. What the bearded man said was actually Chinese. Looking carefully, he was an acquaintance. Isn't this the strong man Hasler he saw that day?
"Hasler, why is it you?"
"Oh, these furs are mine. Because I have to protect the Living Buddha, I give these goods to my subordinates to sell!"
"That's it!" Tie Mo shook off Wang Shunyi and pulled Hasler to explain carefully.
Hasler's expression became increasingly ugly. Before Tie Mo could finish speaking, he looked at Wang Shunyi and others fiercely and said sternly: "Get out of here, otherwise, I will prevent you from crossing the Tula River."
Wang Shunyi obviously knew Hassler. He gave Tie Mo a hard look and ran away in despair.
After driving away Wang Shunyi and others, Hasler gave Tie Mo a solid bear hug, which made Tie Mo itchy with the prickly beard on his face.
"Tie, you are a good friend. I will treat you to the strongest koumiss in the grassland."
Hasler pulled Tie Mo towards the house with a generous smile on his face.
Soon, the intoxicating aroma of wine wafted from the house, and the hearty laughter infected every passerby.
After taking a sip of wine, Hasler tore off a piece of meat and put it on the iron plate in front of Tie Mo, "Tie, I heard from the Living Buddha that you are here to barter too?"
"Yes, first time here!"
"How about I sell you the fur in my hand? The price is negotiable! I can see that you are different from those treacherous guys and you don't cheat people. I, Hassler, trust you!"
"..." Tie Mo was speechless. Hasler, haven't you ever heard of the saying, no businessman, no traitor?
How to make money without being a profiteer?
Hassler was so kind that Tie Mo was embarrassed to trick people into death.
"Hasler, how many furs do you have?"
"These furs were just sent from the tribe this year, at least 30,000 of them!"
"Thirty thousand pieces?" Tie Mo quickly drank a sip of kumiss to calm down his shock. Thirty thousand furs could be shipped back and processed, and the result would be millions of taels of silver.
A lot of money!
But Tie Mo knows one thing very well: money is hard to make and shit is hard to eat!