Unlike Xiao Han who was melancholy about the long journey in the future, everyone else around him was in a good mood!
Soldiers who have been on the road for a day will automatically gather around the fire in the evening, whispering about their harvest, and looking forward to whether their military exploits will be enough to be a catcher when they return home, or whether they can Save your family from paying taxes for the next few years.
As the coach, Li Jing is very generous this time!
I don't know if it was due to Xiao Han's influence, but Li Jing always turned a blind eye to the trophies obtained in this war, except for the big items that were difficult to hide.
As a result, everyone in the entire army, from the cooks and horsemen to the lieutenants and lieutenants, had their pockets full.
If they were brought back to Guanzhong, the trophies obtained from the Turks alone would be enough for them to live a prosperous year! Not to mention this great victory, the emperor will definitely give out another reward!
Therefore, in this atmosphere of joy that spreads from the inside out, the entire team escorting Jie Li felt like they were returning home with joy, except of course Jie Li...
However, when talking about Jie Li, we have to talk about his subjects.
Originally, in Xiao Han's imagination: after seeing the tragic situation of their king being captured, those Turks would immediately turn red-eyed and rush forward regardless of their own safety! Even if he was hacked to death by random swords in the next second, he still shouted to be loyal to the country and fight to the death for the king!
However, Xiao Han soon discovered that he was wrong, and how wrong he was!
Because those Turks basically only made one move after seeing the army! That is to rush away with your own cattle and sheep, as if just a moment later, your own cattle and sheep will become the trophies of others. As for profit? Who is this person? Do I know him?
"These are the so-called Turks?"
After seeing another group of Turks running away carrying tents, Gouzi slowly put down the black pipe in his hand and sighed in disappointment.
Before coming to the grassland, all he heard was about how heroic the Turks fought and how ferocious they acted!
But after actually coming here, I discovered that the so-called Turks were worse than a group of bandits!
After all, the bandits will bravely fight the invaders for several rounds for their own mountain!
And what these Turks do most is run away!
"Hey, don't underestimate them. When they went south in a big way a few years ago, they didn't look like this!" A middle-aged uncle rode up to Gouzi and said with envy as he looked at the black pipe in his hand.
Hearing this, Gouzi rolled his eyes, carried the black pipe behind his back, tilted his head and grinned at the uncle: "Then there is no need to look down on them! The Marquis once said that the Turks are actually a group of weaklings who bully the weak and fear the strong. !”
"Your Xiaohou is a capable man, and he is qualified to say that." The middle-aged uncle looked at Gouzi and forced a smile, with a rather helpless look on his face.
Unlike Gouzi who had a smooth journey, he had been on the battlefield with the Turks and fought with real swords and guns!
Think about it, I had to use twice or even five times the number of men and horses to barely defeat the Turkic cavalry wielding scimitars and long bows!
Looking at how now only a few thousand people can walk sideways in the hinterland of the grassland, the uncle can only sigh.
"Well, Gouzi, let's talk about it. Can you sell us some of your firearms?"
After smiling bitterly, the middle-aged uncle once again stared at Gouzi's equipment! Having fought for almost half his life, he naturally knew what the equipment on Gouzi meant to a war! Perhaps, just a few pieces of equipment will be the straw that breaks the camel's back!
"You also want firearms?" Gouzi looked at the middle-aged uncle in confusion, then scratched his head and said, "Didn't your general tell you about firearms?"
"No!" The uncle shook his head like a rattle and said to Gouzi: "In the past two days, he seems to have been stimulated. He will get angry at the smallest thing. How can we dare to disturb him?"
"What? People like Lao Xue can also be stimulated?"
Just when Gouzi opened his mouth wide and didn't know how to answer, a clear voice suddenly came from behind the two of them.
"Master Hou!"
"I've met Xiao Hou!"
The two people who were discussing just now heard the sound and hurriedly turned around and handed over their hands, but Xiao Han, who was trotting over on horseback, waved his hand: "No need to be polite!"
"What's happened to Lao Xue recently? Didn't I see him a few days ago?"
Arriving directly in front of Xue Wanche's lieutenant, the middle-aged uncle, Xiao Hanzai looked at him carefully and made sure he had not mistaken him before he asked.
"have no idea."
The middle-aged man was riding on the horse, smiling bitterly and cupping his hands: "I only know that a few days ago, he went out for a day for some reason. When he came back, he was like a different person. He insisted on settling accounts with us, and the accounts were not even settled. Forget it, we still need to find a way to get money! Where can we get money for him on this prairie?"
"Settling accounts? Making money? He doesn't really want to sell iron and buy firearms." Listening to the middle-aged man's easy talk, the smile on Xiao Han's face froze.
He probably knew why Xue Wanche suddenly became so strange.
Because a few days ago, Xue Wanche came to him and said he wanted to buy more igniters.
But at that time Gouzi only quoted a price, and the guy immediately turned pale and kept saying that he would go back and add up the total.
Generally speaking, if a business is done after all is said and done, chances are it won’t be done!
So Xiao Han didn't take this matter to heart. When he saw his deputy today, Xiao Han suddenly remembered that there was such a thing.
"Selling iron?" The middle-aged man seemed a little unhappy after hearing Xiao Han's words. He pointed contemptuously at the black iron pipe on the dog's back: "We in the army can still afford to buy such a small amount! I just don't know Xiao Han. How much do you want to price this thing for?"
"Three..." Xiao Han seemed quite helpless towards the middle-aged man, so he curled his lips and slowly stretched out three fingers.
"Three hundred coppers to buy an iron pipe?" The middle-aged man frowned slightly: "It's a bit expensive, but if you save money, it's not a big deal. At least, it's no problem to buy dozens of rods!"
"Three white coins, what a beautiful thought!" Xiao Han rolled his eyes at the middle-aged man, shook his finger, and said word by word: "It's not three hundred coins, nor three thousand coins, but thirty pounds of gold!"
"What?"
Hearing this unimaginable number, the middle-aged man almost jumped up from his seat, stared and asked, "Xiao Hou, are you kidding me? Isn't this iron pipe made of gold?"
"It's not that gold is made of..." Xiao Han looked at the pipe resentfully and sighed, "Because gold is not as expensive as gold!"
