"Hey! Kirk, I'm here to drink with you!"
In a Tatar tribe, Akel, who had not seen his friend for a long time, came to his friend's tribe with strong wine.
They have known each other since childhood. Their tribes once belonged to the same big tribe. Later, they had conflicts due to the superiors and split into two tribes. Their relationship was very tense.
Who would have known that the two tribes that had originally had a tense relationship would become closer during the second generation of Khans, because the relationship between the two cousin Khans was much closer than that of their fathers.
So later on, whether it was migration or something else, the two tribes were not far apart.
Most of the herdsmen in both tribes are relatives, and they move around frequently.
It is a famous twin tribe among medium-sized tribes.
Kirk, who had just finished brushing the horses at home, came out with a smile when he heard his friend's voice. He also asked in surprise: "Drink? Mare's kumiss? I'll pour it for you right now!"
However, Akel directly stepped forward and grabbed Cirke who was about to get the kumiss and said: "Hey! Why are you drinking kumiss? I'll give you something delicious to drink!"
As he spoke, Akel mysteriously took out a one-pound wine jar from his arms and waved it proudly in front of his friend.
"Look! This is Song wine, and it's strong wine. It's so refreshing to take one sip! It took me a war horse to get twenty-five kilograms from the Khan!
This is good stuff! "
The moment he saw the wine jar, Kirk's eyes widened instantly!
Then he suddenly broke away from his friend's hand and rushed into his tent. Not long after, he also took out an identical wine jar!
Akel's eyes widened when he saw the wine jar, and then the two of them asked each other in unison: "Are there any Tatars in your tribe who have taken refuge with the Song people?"
After hearing each other's question, both of them got the answer they wanted at the same time, and then looked at each other and burst into laughter.
The two good friends put their arms around each other's necks and walked into the felt tent with a smile.
When they sat down to drink, the two of them communicated and realized that the naturalized Tatar businessmen had not only been to their own tribe, but also to other tribes.
They also exchanged wine and tea for war horses, and then they used the war horses to go to the Khan in exchange for these items.
What surprised the two of them during the exchange was that on Akel's side, he could only exchange a war horse for twenty-five kilograms of spirits.
On the Cirque side, a horse can be exchanged for twenty-seven pounds of spirits.
Is it because the Tatar merchants sell at different prices in different places?
Then the two shook their heads again, it was impossible, two tribes so close together, unless those Tatar businessmen didn't want to do business in the future.
Otherwise, they would never make such a distinction.
But the prices between the two parties are indeed different, so what is going on?
After thinking about it, Kirk, who was more flexible, suddenly slammed the table and shouted: "Akel, I know, I know why the prices are different in our two tribes!"
But when Akel looked at him, Kirk did not speak, but just pointed upward, and Akel immediately understood what he meant.
He sighed, shook his head, and took another heavy sip of wine.
Both parties understand that the price the upper class exchanges for the wine will definitely be different from them, but the price when buying it will definitely be the same.
There is only one result that can lead to the current result. When they exchange with the upper level, the upper level makes a difference in price, and the difference in what they pay is only whether the price difference from the upper level is large or small.
It's just that this kind of thing has almost become a default unspoken rule, unless they are doing transactions with those merchants themselves, and as long as the transactions are unified by the upper level, the upper level will definitely earn the difference.
This is the default unspoken rule. Although everyone feels uncomfortable, they won't say anything.
After figuring out the reason, the two of them immediately put the matter behind them. They couldn't change these things, so why did they think about it so much? Now they were sober after drinking.
The kilogram of strong wine brought by Akel was quickly finished. Fortunately, there was also some liquor at Cirke's side, so he continued to drink.
While drinking, men no matter what nationality they are, like to talk about the international situation after drinking.
This is what happened to Kirk and Aker.
The drunk Akel held a wine jar and burped as he said: "Hiccup, Kirk, have you heard that the Royal Court will organize manpower to attack the south this fall.
I guess there will be another round of military conscription by then. Are you going? "
Kirk was also drunk. He leaned half-leaning on the wooden table beside him, exhaling the smell of alcohol and waving his hands, saying: "Who wants to go? It's a war, and people will die!"
Who wants to go if it’s not necessary? do you want? "
"Hehehe, hiccup~ I don't want to! Hehehe..."
Akel answered the question with a silly smile, and couldn't help but belched a few more wine burps.
"That's it, hiccup~
In the past, there was no way to fight. You couldn't live without fighting. Now you can see that there is wine and tea. I also heard that burp~
Those businessmen seemed to be relaxed about food and salt, and they just wanted what was promised by their superiors.
By that time, we will not have to worry about food and clothing. As long as we graze well every year, we can get these things. So why do we need to go to war with others?
Isn’t it good to live a good life? "Hiccup~"
Upon hearing this, Akel immediately nodded and said: "Kirke, you are right! Hiccup~ Who wants to fight!
The Karapu next door to me was fighting against the Da Yueshi last year. I saw with my own eyes that the head of the boss was severely cut off by Da Yuezhi's people!
Who wants to fight if there is no other way?
Aren’t they all those at the top who are forcing us to go for their own benefit?
We obviously just finished fighting Da Yuezhi last year, but now we have just arrived and can't even stand firm, and suddenly we are asked to continue fighting. If we go to fight, who will take care of the sheep at home? Who herds the cattle? Who releases the horse?
If he died on the battlefield, wouldn't it all become someone else's?
Will those at the top take care of us when we are hungry?
It’s not like they have to worry about food and drink, and they don’t care whether we live or die, but these bastards won’t care about our losses!
I don't want to fight!
At least under the current circumstances, I can see that a good life is coming, and I don’t want to fight!
Did you see that the equipment on those Tatar merchants, the bows, arrows, and scimitars were all made of iron!
As for us, most of us are still made of bones, so how can we fight?
As mentioned above, those southerners are very easy to fight, and they will be destroyed in one rush!
Then why didn't they let their personal guards go first? Why did the original Tatar tribe in the southern grassland disappear? Do you think we don't know?
The Southerners here in the south dare to come and make deals with us even though they know we are going to attack them in the fall. This shows that they are not afraid of us at all!
If there was a fight, who knows whether he would win or lose.
It’s not like I can’t live any longer. Am I stupid if I want to fight for my life like this with others? "
The more Akel spoke, the angrier he became, and the more he spoke, the louder his opinions on the higher-ups became. His voice became louder and louder, and Kirk quickly stopped him.
"Keep your voice down, do you want to die? So what if you don't want to? You can't just listen to them honestly.
If I really want you to go, can you still refuse? "
"These damn bunches (containers for garbage), they really deserve to be killed by the God of Immortality! They know how to use our lives to fight for their interests!"
"well!"
"well!"
Gulu gulu hulu...
Two long sighs sounded in the felt tent, and the sound of drinking wine in large gulps sounded again in the felt tent.
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(End of chapter)
