The grassland in summer seemed to be scorched, and the whole land was radiating heat, but the grass grew vigorously, and the cattle and sheep chewed the grass tirelessly without much energy.
Not far away, a trickle of water was flowing on the grassland, and many children were carrying clay pots, laughing and fetching water.
Muren looked at the sheep that were grazing with their heads down. The wool had been swept away, leaving them extremely naked and ugly.
He knew that hundreds of households had gone to sell their wool in exchange for money so that they could buy wine.
I wanted to go play, but I couldn't move.
When shepherding sheep for the nobles of the tribe, there can be no mistakes.
In the evening, after driving the sheep back to the sheepfold, he breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't wait to return home.
"Abba, Eji!" I shouted twice, but he was nowhere to be seen.
Muren immediately ran to his sheepfold,
Sure enough, I saw my parents and two older brothers shaving their sheep with scissors.
In the past, such a job could be done in half a day, but now it takes three or four days. The movements in their hands are much more delicate.
It wasn't until the moon rose and there was no more light that the family breathed a sigh of relief and stopped to eat.
The dinner was quite grand, including mutton, which Muren liked to eat. The family slaughtered an old sheep, which made the whole meal lively in an instant.
Naipizi, mutton, blood sausage, etc. were all on display. In front of such rare delicacies, the family happily ate and devoured them.
"Abba, are you going to sell wool?"
Muren asked impatiently, his little face full of desire.
"That's right." The weather-beaten old father smiled and said, "Mingren's caravan will be here in two days."
"Hundred households have already handed in their wool, and the rest belongs to us. Tomorrow we will go to the wool seller to exchange money and add some things to our family."
"I want a knife..."
"I want……"
The sons shouted one after another, with happiness written on their faces.
"Let's change to some tea!"
At this time, Eji, who had been working for the family for half his life, sighed and trembled: "Drinking tea can cure diseases, and there is not much salt, and one of the pottery is broken..."
After hearing so many things, Narisong fell silent instantly. He said carefully: "I'm afraid we won't be able to buy these things with our little wool."
"Hold on to the salt and tea leaves first, and take your time with the rest."
The woman didn't take it seriously, as if she was used to it, and continued talking.
"Muren, you will accompany me to sell wool tomorrow morning."
Narisong looked at his youngest son and said with a smile.
"Okay, Abba!"
Muren was very happy.
Until late at night, he didn't want to fall asleep for a long time, and his mind was filled with thoughts about the excitement of selling wool that his brothers had mentioned before.
Before dawn, the father and son rode two horses and led a horse carrying wool, and carefully arrived at a market place.
This is the fixed jurisdiction of Qianhusuo. Nowadays, temples, schools, and branches of businesses have been built to handle acquisitions and transactions.
The gathering of a large number of businesses has also brought popularity to this place, and nearby herders dare to come here to attend the market and join in the fun.
Muren felt that his eyes were hard to use.
There were very few people hawking along the street, but one by one they put their things on the grass, attracting the attention of many people.
Gorgeous clothes, exquisite hair forks, beautiful pottery, yellow and white salt and other specialties of the Ming Dynasty.
The herdsmen finally got their wits about them, and they also set up stalls, selling worn-out heirloom armor, as well as bows and arrows, saddles, and even horses for sale.
Some wealthy nobles even sold off their extra slaves.
This was unimaginable in the past. The principle of supremacy of force has gradually evolved into supremacy of money.
Such a market with Chinese characteristics made many Mongolians very excited.
It's a pity that Risong could only watch and move on with the wool, where there was a row of the most spacious tents.
As soon as they got close, various calls came to their ears, and Narisong responded to them one by one.
It was only then that he realized that Muren was a little stupid at this time, staring blankly at both sides.
Looking around that day, Risong saw the school on the left, the temple on the right, and a crowded tent in the middle.
"That's a Buddhist temple."
Risong patted his son and asked him to come to his senses that day: "The one on the left is the school. I heard that the Ming Dynasty sent people to teach them how to read. After going to study, they can understand Buddhist scriptures."
"Abba!" Muren's cheeks were slightly red, his black and white eyes were round and round, with an extremely serious expression:
"I heard many people say that we are Mingren now?"
"Muren, this is an adult matter, you just need to grow up now."
Risong was silent for a long time before he muttered:
"Whether you are a Ming person or a Qing person, as long as you can live, at least your life today will be better than before."
Leading the horse and lining up in the crowd.
After waiting for almost half an hour, when the horses were tired, it was finally his turn.
"One hundred and sixty-seven kilograms of wool, ten cents per catty of wool, which is one thousand six hundred and seventy cents!"
The man moved the abacus, making a constant popping sound, and calculated the numbers in his breath.
"This is one silver round, six silver cents, and seven copper rounds. Please keep them!"
The guy spoke standard Mongolian, lazily, and his voice was a little hoarse. He had obviously been busy all day long.
That day Risong took the money and hurriedly put it into his arms with a smile on his face.
Muren didn't know how these small, crispy things were made, but he knew that they could be exchanged for many things.
Soon, these little things were exchanged for ten pounds of salt, a small tea brick, and two clay pots for the family.
This left an indelible impression on his young mind.
The more of these little things, the better.
With the establishment of the Monan Governor's Office and Zhang Guowei's appointment, price inequality and blackmail in the market were resolutely combated.
Although the prices of many things, such as ironware, tea, wine, cloth, etc., are more than twice as high as those in the mainland, they are more conscientious than before, and the herdsmen are happy to accept them.
Guihua City.
"Reporting to the Governor, the Monan Capital Division has been peaceful for the past six months. Businessmen from all over the country have flocked here. In this six months alone, the business tax has exceeded 30,000 yuan. There is no limit to the time that can be given."
Wan Lian, the naturalized magistrate, was overjoyed and hurriedly reported the good news.
Monan Xingdusi was newly established. In addition to providing support in the first year, the imperial court only paid back all the taxes for three years. This was a great benefit to Monan.
Whether it is the expansion of Guihua City or the construction of water conservancy projects, money is needed.
"The Tatars are willing to help build the temple, but the school needs us. This money comes at the right time."
Zhang Guowei also showed a smile, and then gradually suppressed it:
"Prefect Wan, there are still thousands of Datong soldiers stationed in Monan. We also have to recruit troops!"
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