"I believe you didn't do it on purpose," Feng Yong nodded, "Let's do this. I don't care about the cows and sheep being frightened, and I don't want you to compensate for the interruption of the mutual market."
"But if you break the rules, you must be punished."
"Your Majesty, you must be trying to make things difficult for us?"
The Xianbei man's face finally fell uncontrollably.
Feng Yong shook his head and said, "This is not an embarrassment. I have said that I am the most fair person, and you have also said that I am the person who respects fairness the most. Rules are rules and cannot be broken at will."
After saying so much, Feng Yong also lost his patience. He pointed at the peripheral Qiang people who had just been driven away and gradually surrounded them.
"Look, among those people, which one dares to cross the line?"
Then he pointed at the Qiang-headed man who was qualified to enter the open space and was standing quietly watching.
"Look again, which one of them dares to come up and disturb us when we are talking about things?"
As he said that, his face also darkened, "I don't care about it, and I don't want compensation. Do I even want the rules? If that's the case, how do you expect me to gain a foothold in Ju County in the future? How can I ask others to abide by the rules in the future?"
"How do you want to compensate, sir? How do you punish me?"
The Xianbei people glanced at the Qiang people who were watching silently, and then at the Han soldiers on the opposite side who were eager to attack, and finally took a step back. This was the territory of the Han people, and it was on flat ground. They had no ability to compete with the Han people.
"Those who break the rules of mutual trading in Ju County will be punished with a horse, two cows, or six sheep, or other items of equal value in exchange."
When Feng Yong heard that the Xianbei people had softened, he immediately said with a smile: "The lion opens his mouth."
I have the final say on my territory, and I will fight if I don't accept it.
I thought that these words would anger the Xianbei people, but I didn't expect that the leader opposite could endure it again and again. He took a step back, nodded and asked, "May I ask, sir, whether the rules in Ju County will always be like this, and they will not treat anyone like this." No exception?"
"nature."
Feng Yong nodded.
"Your Excellency just said that there is fair trade and no forced buying or selling. What if the Han people broke these rules?"
The Xianbei people stared at Feng Yong and asked this question.
Feng Yong was stunned for a moment, and his expression finally became serious. He looked around and said without too much hesitation, "Of course it's the same."
If Ju County wants to grow, a good trading environment is essential.
As the maker of the rules, the big man has already obtained the maximum benefit, so the appearance of the meal on the surface cannot be too ugly.
Moreover, this Ju County is related to Zhuge Lao Yao's Northern Expedition plan. If Feng Yong gets into trouble because of his sudden remarks, he will definitely be hung up and beaten.
Hearing Feng Yong's words, the Qiang people around him couldn't help but show a hint of joy.
"good!"
The Xianbei man got the answer he wanted most, and he said loudly and cheerfully, "The last thing I want to say is that I want to ask my lord, what will happen if you are not here in the future?"
Feng Yong smiled, pointed at the cloth behind him, and said, "I am the only one in the world who can make this kind of cloth. Even if I am not here in the future and you feel it is unfair, you can still go to me. I promise to always treat you fairly." You trade with each other."
"The adults are broad-minded and the villains are convinced."
The Xianbei leader finally sighed.
He turned back, took out the knife on his body, patted his horse, and then stabbed it into the horse's neck.
The horse only had time to neigh before falling to the ground.
The Xianbei people smeared the sprayed horse blood on their mouths and faces, and then made an invitation gesture to Feng Yong.
The remaining Xianbei people retreated together to make way for a wide road, lowering their heads and looking solemn.
"What does it mean?"
The sudden situation made Feng Tubiao a little confused.
"Brother, this is to make an alliance based on blood," Guan Ji heard Feng Yong's muttering, came over and explained in a low voice, "Back then, Gaozu and his ministers agreed that either Liu would be the king or meritorious, so he would kill the white horse to make an alliance. , he wants to make a covenant with his brother."
The White Horse Alliance was not something done by Li Er of the Tang Dynasty? It turns out that Liu Bang also has a White Horse Alliance?
Feng Tubeng always thought that killing horses to make alliances was something done by Hu people, but he didn't expect that it turned out to be a Han rule.
"Then what do I do?"
"Like him, just smear blood on your mouth and face. Don't be afraid, brother, my little sister will always follow him forward."
No, shouldn't you ask me for my opinion and whether I should agree to it?
After hearing Guan Ji's words, Feng Yong just murmured, and after thinking about it for a moment, he already knew what she meant.
The ancients kept their promises, and if they reneged on what they said in public, how would they have the dignity to stand in the world?
Making a blood alliance can only be regarded as a ritual.
Thinking of this, Feng Tuchel had no choice but to take a step forward. He took two steps and glanced at the Xianbei people on both sides. He saw that no one was standing still and no one raised their head to look at him. He felt more courageous.
When he reached the fallen horse safely, he finally believed in his heart that the Xianbei man really wanted to form an alliance with him.
He stretched out his hand, dipped it in horse blood, and applied it to his face like the Xianbei people.
The horse's blood was still warm and had a strong fishy smell, which made him uncomfortable.
"I, Bald-faced Kheli, hereby swear that if Feng Langjun can keep this promise forever, Xianbei Bald-faced One will always regard Feng Langjun as his best friend and will not violate the fair rules he has established."
The bald man stood up and beat his chest.
Damn, it seems like this Xianbei Huer is not simple!
Feng Tuchel pondered for a moment, and finally said, "I, Feng Yong, hereby swear that no matter who comes to this cloth trade, I will treat everyone equally and fairly."
The ceremony is very simple, nothing excessive.
After the two of them finished speaking, the Xianbei people cheered, and not only that, even the Qiang people were smiling.
"Feng Langjun, I have said before that we Xianbei people respect fairness the most. Since we have violated the rules set by Feng Langjun, then according to the rules, each of us will be punished with a horse."
Bald-faced Kheli said, and then said another sentence to the Xianbei people in Xianbei dialect.
The Xianbei barbarians walked towards their horses one after another, untied the things from the horses, and then drove the horses to Feng Yong.
Zhao Guang was so happy that his nose almost came out, and he quickly called his servants to gather the horses together.
This is a fine war horse!
The bald-haired Tianli said to Feng Yong, caressing his chest, "The Xianbei people don't know the seriousness of the matter and bumped into the adults. They should be punished. Now that the punishment is over, how about leaving first and waiting for the adults to trade with the Qiang people? How about coming back?" "
"Can."
Besides nodding, what else could Feng Yong say?
With Feng Yong's permission, the Xianbei people immediately pulled the remaining horses, exited the open space, and stood on the outside.
"Brother, brother, it's gone!"
Zhao Guang came closer, with uncontrollable excitement in his voice, "This is a rare good horse. It is rare for northern war horses to be so tall. These horses are all carefully selected."
As he said that, he couldn't help but raise his thumbs, "Brother is still very powerful. Just a few casual words can make that Xianbei willingly give up the horse with both hands."
That is, Qiaoyan... Ahem, is the name of the young hero Feng Langjun in vain?
Feng Yong was not dazzled by the benefit in front of him, because the behavior of the Xianbei man was really abnormal.
Although his face was indifferent, there was doubt in his eyes, and he glanced at the Xianbei barbarians thoughtfully.
