Iron pot, what iron pot... Where can I find an iron pot?
Aha Chu suddenly raised his head and looked around.
Looking in the direction pointed by the tribesman's arm, Aha Chu saw a large number of stacked iron pots.
He immediately threw the food behind his head and hurried over in three steps at a time, looking at the iron pot buckled on a long wooden board.
"Sir, do you want to buy an iron pot?" The waiter here stood up and asked with a smile when he saw Ahachu and others approaching.
Aha Chu looked at the iron pot and asked hesitantly: "Can I take a look first?"
The clerk was very talkative. He smiled and raised his hand, "Okay, sir, just be careful not to break it. Just take a look."
Aha put both hands solemnly on the edge of the iron pot and gestured to the size of the iron pot. A smile appeared on his face, obviously he was very satisfied with the size.
He carefully turned the iron pot over again, first looked at the depth of the iron pot, and then at the edge of the pot. He gently pinched the edge of the iron pot with his fingers, held it still, took it out and carefully assessed the thickness of the iron pot.
Finally, I tapped the iron pot a few times with my fingers and listened carefully to the sound it made.
After checking it over in this way, Aha Chu was very satisfied with the iron pot in front of him. He raised his head and asked, "How do I change the iron pot?"
The man smiled and raised a finger, "One fat sheep, exchange it for an iron pot."
The price...is still as cheap as ever. Iron pots were smuggled to the grassland for three fat sheep in exchange for one pot. Moreover, those iron pots are not as good as the iron pots in front of them in terms of size, depth, thickness, etc.
Aha made a prompt decision and immediately exchanged twenty fat sheep for twenty iron pots with his assistant. His calculations were very loud. Now the tribe has a rich pasture with water and grass. As long as they are grazed well and the cattle and sheep can produce more milk, there will still be enough to eat.
Instead of replacing the fat sheep with grain, it is better to replace it with an iron pot. Who knows how long the iron pot can be replaced? If he doesn't seize this opportunity to change more, Aha Dedu feels that he will suffer a loss.
Moreover, iron pots are in short supply on the grasslands. Even if he can't use them all, he can resell them to others, which is also a source of income.
Later, Ahachu discovered tea leaves in the exchange market. Faced with such a magical medicine, he couldn't even walk.
However, tea is more expensive. A brick tea weighing five kilograms would cost a fat sheep.
However, thinking that many people in the tribe were infected with the disease, Aha Chu still gritted his teeth and changed the five directions.
Salt...change!
Cloth...change!
Aha goes out and exchanges all the time in the exchange market, just like a big purchase.
"What's this?"
Aha stopped in front of a liquor store, smelling the aroma of wine in the air, and sniffed greedily.
"This is wine, the best liquor in Ming Dynasty." The waiter explained with a smile. Of course he was talking nonsense. This wine was good, but it was definitely not the best liquor in Ming Dynasty.
The best spirits of the Ming Dynasty are in short supply in the Ming Dynasty. Where can the excess be sold on the grassland?
The Royal Grain Industry of the Ming Dynasty purchases a large amount of grain every year, and the weather has been good in the past two years. Coupled with the supplement of Nanyang grain, the Ming Dynasty has no shortage of grain at all.
The price of grain has almost always remained close to the usual price per stone. The grain purchased by the Ming Dynasty Royal Grain Industry cannot be sold, and it is impossible to destroy it.
After all, this is food. Who dares to destroy it without authorization? Since the Ming Dynasty Royal Grain Industry harvested a year's worth of grain, it had to make several purchases every year. Therefore, there is more and more food in the granary.
Over the past few years, there has been a lot of old grain in the granary. In the end, the inventory was really out of stock, so we could only select the oldest batch of old grains for brewing.
Although the wine made from aged grains may not be weak in intensity, the taste is far from that of wine made from fine grains. In the Ming Dynasty, such wine could only be sold at the price of inferior wine, barely allowing the Ming Royal Grain Industry to recover its capital.
But if you sell it on the grassland, you can make a lot of money.
When he heard that this was wine, Ahachu couldn't help but his eyes lit up and he pursed his lips subconsciously. Although he has never drank wine, he knows that wine is something only found in large tribes.
"How did you change this wine?" He didn't expect that one day he would be able to enjoy the fine wine that only a large tribe could enjoy. Aha thought of changing it to a little to taste, which was considered to be better than the leader of a large tribe. addiction.
The waiter smiled and stretched out his finger, pointed at a jar and said: "This jar of strong wine weighs ten kilograms, which would be replaced by a fat sheep."
How much is ten pounds of liquor? About the same size as a basketball.
Although Ahachu didn't know about basketball, he looked at the wine jar and shook his head, saying in rapid succession: "Ah~ it's too expensive...it's too expensive. Cheaper, for the sake of Daming For the sake of His Majesty the Emperor."
The clerk shook his head and explained: "This is already the cheapest price. That is, Ming Dynasty regards you as friends, so it will sell it to you at this price. You know, before this, ordinary drinks were sold on the grassland, so A jar will be exchanged for a fat sheep."
"It's too expensive... it's too expensive... I won't change it." Aha turned around and left with regret.
He really couldn't bear to part with such a fine wine, but no matter how reluctant he was, he couldn't make fun of the lives of his people.
The business was not completed, and the clerk was not upset. Instead, he said to everyone with a smile on his face: "If you can come and join Ming Dynasty, you are Ming Dynasty's friends. Ming Dynasty has always been generous to friends. When friends come, they will have fine wine, and I will make the decision." How about you guys having a drink?"
Aha was about to leave when a few people came out. He suddenly seemed to have roots under his feet and stood still.
Aha Chu turned around and looked at the guy in disbelief, and asked, "Do you think we are friends? Do you want to treat us to a drink?"
"Of course." The waiter said, took out a row of small porcelain bowls, picked up a wine jar, and filled all the bowls with a splash.
"It doesn't matter if your friend doesn't buy it. Let's treat you all to a drink. As long as you agree, you can come to this friend to buy wine from now on." After the boy finished speaking, he smiled and extended his hand to signal.
Is there such a good thing? Aha was shocked that he could drink a bowl of wine without spending any money, but he was recognized as a friend.
"Is it really not necessary to exchange it for a fat sheep?"
The waiter waved his hand domineeringly, "No need to spend money, as long as you recognize us as friends, just drink."
"Okay, Gulunbu Ahachu recognizes you as a friend. From now on, whenever Ahachu buys wine, he will definitely buy it from your friend." After Ahachu finished speaking, he immediately picked up a bowl and took a big sip. .
The strong alcohol entered his throat, which made him choke at first, causing Ahachu's face to flush suddenly. But then a warmth spread in my chest... and an extremely comfortable feeling suddenly spread throughout my body.
After closing his eyes and enjoying this feeling, Aha Chucai finally understood why the people of the big tribe were proud of drinking fine wine.
This feeling is indeed so fascinating.
After several big gulps of wine, Aha drank the whole bowl of wine in a flash. He didn't even let go of the last bit of wine, and he didn't stop until every drop was left.
When the others saw the patriarch's expression of such fascination, why didn't they know that this wine was a really good thing? They all picked up their bowls, imitated the clan leader's example, and quickly drank everything.
"Okay, good wine. Ahachu recognizes you as a friend." Ahachu was a little tipsy, but this feeling made him feel ecstatic and extremely comfortable.
"The Gulun tribe recognizes you as a friend. You are the Gulun tribe's true friend." Others also echoed.
The waiter immediately smiled and cupped his hands to everyone, "Thank you, thank you very much. If you want to buy wine in the future, remember to come to me."
"Don't worry, if the Gu Lun tribe wants to buy wine in the future, they will definitely come to you as a friend." Aha assured the boy.
Several people made solemn promises, said goodbye to their friends one by one, and continued shopping in the exchange market.
Walking, walking, they came to the place where they bought candy.
"What is this?" Ahachu looked at the whole piece of brown sugar, placed on the wooden board like a stone.
When the boy saw it, he stood up quickly and replied: "This is candy."
"What is sugar?" Aha asked again, puzzled.
The guy's face suddenly stiffened and he didn't answer for a long time. What is sugar...how did this make him answer?
Aha Chu and others saw that the boy was silent and looked at him curiously.
The waiter suddenly smiled bitterly and simply said: "We don't know how to explain what sugar is. Well, let me give it to you to taste. After you taste it, you will know what sugar is."
After saying that, the boy cut off a piece of brown sugar. Just when Ahab was about to reach out and pick it up to taste, he saw the boy cutting it into smaller pieces.
Each piece is about the size of the tip of your little finger.
so little? Compared to the friend who invited them to drink just now, the person in front of them is really stingy. You were told to try it yourself, but you only got this little bit?
You are too stingy. Even if you give me a taste, you don’t want to be Ahachu’s friend...
At the waiter's signal, Aha Chu carefully picked up a small piece and put it into his mouth.
"Hmm~" An experience he had never experienced before bloomed in his mouth. It made him excited for a moment, and then he felt a burst of happiness and euphoria.
A small piece of brown sugar quickly melted and disappeared in Ahachu's mouth.
"Here, how did you get this candy?" Ahachu asked impatiently when he realized that there was no more candy in his mouth.
The man smiled and offered a price, "One pound for a fat sheep."
Expensive, too expensive, more expensive than spirits... A fat sheep can be exchanged for ten pounds of spirits, but in the end it can only be exchanged for one pound of sugar.
Although Ahachu is reluctant to let go of Tang, he knows that he cannot afford to change her.
"It's too expensive, I can't afford it..." Aha said to the waiter with great regret.
The clerk smiled and nodded, "It doesn't matter, just come back to us when the customer wants to buy."
"Thank you..." Aha said with some apology in his tone. After all, cannibals are soft-mouthed. He ate such precious things, so it was only natural to say thank you.
"You are also Ahachu's friend. When I buy candy from now on, I will be the first one I look for."
"Thank you, thank you..." Now it was the waiter's turn to smile and say thank you.
...
Aha ran away. He entered the pass with his tribe, cattle and sheep. After staying for only one day, he couldn't wait to take the tribe, cattle and sheep towards the pasture given to him by the Ming Dynasty.
He never forgets the Ming Dynasty's mutual trade, liquor and sugar. But it is precisely because of this that he is eager to return to his pasture. Only if he raises more cattle and sheep as soon as possible can he afford the intoxicating liquor and the endless aftertaste of sugar.
...
A fast horse riding eight hundred miles rushed into the city gate of the capital in the afterglow of the setting sun.
Lao Zhu was leaning on the soft cushion, covered with a fur blanket. As people get older, they like heat and are afraid of cold. Only when they are covered with warmth can they feel comfortable.
Jiang Wei hurried over with a memorial, walked into the palace, and saw the emperor flipping through the book.
Calling softly: "Your Majesty~" Lao Zhu still lowered his head and looked at the book, but his breath suddenly became heavier, "What's the matter?"
Jiang Wei bowed, glanced at the emperor quietly, and replied slowly: "The people who went to Taiyuan are back."
With a "pop" sound, Lao Zhu immediately closed the book in his hand and raised his eyes to look at Jiang Wei.
Jiang Wei happened to meet the emperor's gaze and suddenly saw two dots of blood in the emperor's pitch-black eyes. Jiang Yu's whole body suddenly trembled and he quickly lowered his head.
"How to say?"
Facing the emperor's inquiry, Jiang Wei did not dare to delay, and quickly presented the memorial with both hands, "Your Majesty, please read it."
The old eunuch had long sensed that something was wrong in the atmosphere, and hurriedly ran down and brought the memorial to the emperor.
Lao Zhu pondered, reached out to take the memorial, opened it... and looked carefully at it line by line under the candlelight. Suddenly Lao Zhu's expression changed.
"Hmph! Bastard!" Lao Zhu was instantly furious and slapped the memorial on the imperial case.
"Summon King Jin to come see me!"
...On this night, except for a very few people, no one knew what Lao Zhu said when he summoned King Jin. But from the next day, Lao Zhu issued an order to confine King Jin to the palace.
From this day on, Zhu Fan was in panic in the palace and the news gradually came out that he was howling every day.
When Zhu Biao got the news, Zhu Fan was already imprisoned in the palace.
Upon hearing that his third brother had been banned from the palace by his father, Zhu Biao knew that things must have changed, and without caring about anything else, he immediately came to see his father.
Arriving outside Qianqing Palace, Prince Zhu Biao was blocked by a eunuch.
"The Emperor has said that if His Highness the Crown Prince comes, there is no need to ask for an audience. His Highness the Crown Prince, please come back."
When Zhu Biao saw that his father didn't even see him, he immediately knew that the matter was serious, and since it concerned his third brother, how could he dare to leave?
Taking a deep breath, he said, "Father, you don't even see me?"
"Your Majesty said, no see." The eunuch did not dare to offend the prince. He was in a dilemma and said with a bitter look on his face: "Your Highness, it is better not to embarrass this servant, otherwise your head will be at risk."
At this time, how could Zhu Biao listen to a eunuch? With a sweeping sweep of his arm, he swept the eunuch aside. Zhu Biao is a little fat, but that's not puffy, that's strong.
How could a little eunuch with no strength be his opponent? With a casual wave of his hand, the eunuch couldn't stand and fell down under the palace gate.
Before anyone could react, he quickly walked in.
Seeing that Zhu Biao dared to break into Qianqing Palace, a large group of guards immediately gathered and chased after Zhu Biao.
The movement of a large group of guards rushing into the hall instantly caught Lao Zhu's attention. Seeing Zhu Biao being stopped by the guards of the brigade, Lao Zhu's face darkened and he waved his hand suddenly.
The guards immediately bowed and like the tide, they came in without saying a word and then left without saying a word.
Zhu Biao was the only one left in the entire hall.
Zhu Biao stepped forward again, bowed and said, "My son, I pay my respects to my father."
Lao Zhu was so angry that he suddenly grabbed a handful of memorials and threw them at Zhu Biao. He cursed angrily: "Do you still think of me as your father? The second brother wants to rebel against me, and the third brother also wants to rebel against me. Now, Do you, the crown prince, also want to rebel against me?"
"I don't dare!" Zhu Biao kneeled on the ground with a snap of his legs, and quickly bowed his head and prostrated.
"Don't you dare? Why don't you dare?" Old Zhu was so angry that his arm pointing at Zhu Biao was trembling, "Today you dare to force your way into the Qianqing Palace, will you dare to force your way into the palace tomorrow?"
"My son, I have no such intention, no such intention..." Zhu Biao kept kowtowing, "Father, I am afraid that the third brother's matter was framed by others. The emperor confined the third brother in the palace, and the third brother I was so frightened that I trembled all day and cried day and night..."
"That's enough!" Lao Zhu was furious and immediately interrupted Zhu Biao's words.
Zhu Biao felt a pressure as heavy as a mountain suddenly fell on his shoulders, making him breathless.
"False accusation? Who framed him? Me? Or the fourth child?" Lao Zhu stared at Zhu Biao angrily.
Zhu Biao wanted to speak for Zhu Fan, but under his father's power, he couldn't say a word.
Lao Zhu found the memorial and threw it in front of Zhu Biao, "Look carefully for yourself, what good things he did in Taiyuan! He secretly hid troops and horses, violated the law wantonly, and even ordered the massacre himself to avoid leaks. More than two hundred people. He personally admitted these things in front of me. How did I falsely accuse him? How did the fourth brother falsely accuse him?"
Zhu Biao originally wanted to say that Zhu Fan and Zhu Di had been at odds since the Battle of Liaodong and wanted to change things. Unexpectedly, Zhu Fan confessed everything in front of his father, which made Zhu Biao unable to find a reason for wanting to help him.
"Father, the third brother was confused for a moment, so he asked his father to spare him this time. After all, he is his father's biological son and his biological brother." Seeing that he could not convince his father, Zhu Biao had no choice but to talk about family affection.
But it was okay that Zhu Biao didn't talk about family ties. When he mentioned Lao Zhu, he became even more angry and shouted: "Get out of here, get out of here..."
Of course Zhu Biao didn't want to leave. If he left just like that, he would be in big trouble with Zhu Fan.
But he forgot that this Qianqing Palace was not his, Zhu Biao's, to keep if he wanted, at least not yet.
Seeing Zhu Biao kneeling on the ground and not moving, Lao Zhu shouted directly: "Come here, please take him out."
A group of guards ran in after hearing the sound, lifted up Zhu Biao on the ground, and just carried him out.
Zhu Biao himself was frightened by his father's rage in front of him. In the many years since he became the prince, when had he been betrayed by his father in the Qianqing Palace?
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