Facing the powerful Ha Shiha, Chang Qianli had no choice but to instruct his clerk to take out all the salt, and then sighed: "In this case, ordinary herdsmen will have no more salt to buy."
"You are just a businessman from the Ming Dynasty. It is not your turn to worry about the herdsmen of the Northern Yuan Dynasty. Erihemu arranged for people to trade and told all the herdsmen who came later that all the salt of the merchants had been stolen by Harguchu Kehongtai. Ji bought it, if you want salt, go to Dadaiji!"
Ha Shiha said coldly.
After hearing this order, Erihemu immediately understood the beauty of Hashiha's arrangement and went to make arrangements with a smile.
Chang Baiye took a deep breath, Hashiha, this is the life of Haerguchuke Hongtaiji.
You know, the news of the arrival of the large caravan has already spread. Today and in the next few days, countless herdsmen will come from all directions happily. The main goods they want are salt and iron.
Without salt and iron, their mood would be like Hashiha, angry and unwilling.
If in the Ming Dynasty, farmers went to buy salt, and the merchants said that the salt was sold out, the farmers would sigh, then turn around and go back to wait for the next purchase.
But this is not the Ming Dynasty, but the Mongolian grassland. If these herdsmen who came from afar did not buy valuable salt, they might not turn around and leave after sighing.
It's okay not to know who made it impossible for them to buy salt. Once they find out, these people will get angry. After all, it is not polite to follow the example of Ha Shi Han and use a whip to hit people, but hitting a few people with fists and then using them It’s understandable that the knife will cut off a few things that don’t please the eye.
Anger is always suppressed and can harm the body.
Hashiha deliberately led everyone to burn their anger on Harguchukhongtaiji. This was a good thing for Ming businessmen.
What Chang Qianli and others planned was to develop the small-scale chaos among the tribes in Beiyuan into a large-scale uncontrollable chaos, completely weakening the power of the entire Beiyuan.
At present, Hashiha is targeting Harguchu Kehongtaiji, which shows that there is a deep conflict between the Kirch tribe and the Khan bought Libala, although Hashiha restrained himself and did not directly target the buyer. Ribala.
Abdul Qin was very excited. His father Damila was riding a horse behind him, and he and his brother Aruhan were riding ponies, helping to drive fifteen sheep and three cows. Damila flicked the whip loudly.
"Father, why do so few businessmen come?"
Aruhan urged the foal, but unfortunately the foal never started running and just followed slowly.
Damila stared at the hills in the distance and replied: "Because the Ming Dynasty does not allow merchants to deliver goods to us."
"Da Ming is so bad! When I grow up, I must destroy Daming."
Aruhan said with his little fists clenched.
Damila laughed loudly, put away her long whip, stretched out a long wooden pole, drove back the straying sheep, and said to Aruhan: "If you want to destroy the Ming Dynasty, you must at least become a qualified warrior. Ah, but you can’t even defeat your brother, how can you defeat those terrifying enemies?”
"Is Daming really that powerful?"
Aruhan asked curiously.
A Duqin drove his horse over and interjected: "Beiping is now the capital of our Northern Yuan Dynasty. Those inferior southerners drove us out. Sooner or later we will go back there again."
"Adu Qin, be careful what you say!"
Damila scolded sternly.
A Duqin pouted and said: "I'm right, the Great Khan will definitely lead us to retake Dadu and eliminate the Southerners.
of. "
Damila's face darkened and she said: "The Great Khan cannot destroy them! You must remember, don't always listen to those people shouting about destroying the Ming Dynasty and re-lording the Central Plains! That will kill people! Father doesn't want anything to happen to you."
"The warrior should draw his sword and head south. He will not return the Central Plains until he seizes it! This is the teaching of the Great Khan and the voice of the Golden Family. It is correct. Why is father so timid?"
A Duqin was a little sad.
Damila said coldly: "It's easy to say it, but it may not be easy to do it. My child, you have to know that the sweat is in the warm tent under the hill, not outside Datong Pass."
"The Great Khan needs time and we need to become brave warriors."
Abdul Qin said firmly.
Damila sighed, her child was good at everything, he just liked to listen to people tell stories, and with his simple mind, he always believed that Beiyuan would defeat the southerners and regain Dadu.
Damila didn't believe any of this.
All his distant relatives died in Yuerhai eleven years ago. The soldiers of the Ming Dynasty suddenly appeared like ghosts and gods, completely wiping out the main force of Bei Yuan.
It has been eleven years, and the Golden Family and Beiyuan have not recovered yet. During these eleven years, Daming has been looking for opportunities and trying to go deep into the desert again.
A few months ago, I heard that herders who had traveled far away brought news that Zhu Yuanzhang, the murderer who terrified Beiyuan to the extreme, was dead, and the man who became the Lord of the Ming Dynasty was a young man in his early twenties.
But faced with such a good opportunity, Dahan had only one action:
Married to two women.
Damila didn't know whether the Great Khan was celebrating Zhu Yuanzhang's death, or comforting himself for not being able to touch Daming's fragile heart.
Regardless of whether it was the Tatar tribes of the Northern Yuan Dynasty or the Oara tribe, dominated by Haohai Dayu and Hashiha, all without exception did not shout the slogan of going south.
It's not that they don't have courage or courage, it's just that they don't have the strength, they really don't.
The Mongol Empire and the Yuan Dynasty, which once dominated the world and galloped across the vast world, no longer exist, leaving only a panting and pale old man.
This old man does not have the strength to go to distant places to fight. The most they can do is stand on a high place, stare at the south, recall the scenery decades ago, and tell the story of the first-class people who will never return...
"Child, your father is not timid. He just wants you to live well."
Damila looked at Aduqin with some worry.
Abdul Qin slapped the horse suddenly and ran forward. He used the wooden stick in his hand as a long knife, raised it high and shouted: "If we want to live well, we need to get back our lost glory. I am willing to become a great Khan." With the knife in hand, kill towards the south."
"I also……"
"Shut up!"
Damila scolded Aruhan, looked at Aduqin in front of her, and sighed.
"Father, is Ming really invincible?"
After walking through the hill, Aruhan asked in a low voice.
Damila shook her head slightly and said: "Of course Daming can be defeated, but my child, can you defeat your brother?"
"cannot."
"Why not?"
"Because I'm not as strong as him."
"My child, Bei Yuan is like you now, and Da Ming is like your brother. Bei Yuan is not as strong as Da Ming."
Damila educated.
Children lose when they lose, pat the weeds and soil, get up and jump
We are still brothers. But if the war between Beiyuan and Ming Dynasty were lost, people would die. If the earth was torn apart, they would not be able to wake up the dead people.
"Caravan, father, big caravan."
A Duqin forgot his previous unhappiness, pointed to the lively place in front, and shouted back.
"The scale this time is really huge!"
Damila put her hands on the awning and looked over with a smile on her face.
The three of them drove the cattle and sheep to the market place. Damila arranged for Aduqin and Aruhan to watch the cattle and sheep, and asked them not to run around. She walked into the bustling market alone.
Although Aduqin and Aruhan were a little anxious and wanted to go have a look, there were too many people in front of them, and the cattle and sheep could not get through at all, so they had to wait for their father to make an agreement before going shopping.
Damila walked to a stall with a smile on her face and said, "I want six pounds of salt and two iron pots. The cattle and sheep are over there. You can bring the goods to exchange."
The waiter looked at Damila bitterly, licked his dry lips, and said, "Dear herdsman, I'm really sorry, we have sold out all the salt, but we still have the iron pot..."
"Sold, sold out?"
Damila couldn't believe it. How could such a large caravan sell out all the salt in one morning?
"I really have sheep and cows right there, and I will never deceive you!"
Damila was a little anxious, thinking that the boy in front of her was worried that she didn't bring the goods, so she rejected her.
The waiter said in embarrassment: "There is really no salt."
"But you are such a big caravan, how can you not have salt? If you do a good job, I will bring out more sheep and give us three kilograms of salt!"
Damila said quickly.
The waiter sighed, pointed to the stalls and shelves in front of him, and said, "It's not about the price, it's just that the entire caravan is out of salt. I'm really sorry."
"This, how could this happen..."
Damila was a little panicked and hurriedly went to other stalls to ask. No matter how many people she asked, there was no salt. There were many herdsmen like Damila who asked everywhere, but in the end found nothing.
Boom, boom, boom!
The dull sound of drums was heard, and a rough voice came out: "Listen clearly, everyone, the caravan originally had more than ten stones of salt, enough for us herdsmen to eat for a year, but all of it was destroyed by Harguchu Kehongtai. Ji bought it."
Damila was furious when she heard the news.
What does this mean?
You only care about good food and drink for your family, but you don’t care about the life and death of the herdsmen?
Harguchukhongtaiji!
Is this the eldest son of our Great Khan, the future Great Khan?
If you allow such a person to do whatever you want, wouldn't you? You have to look at his face even if you take a bite of salt?
Many herdsmen were angry. They rolled up their sleeves one by one and shouted: "Let's go find the Great Khan and Dataiji and ask them clearly!"
Damila looked at the group of people leaving, and walked back with a gloomy expression. Looking at the expectant Aduqin and Aruhan, she sighed: "There was something wrong with the transaction, and the salt was bought by Dadaiji." Let's go, we - there's no salt to buy."
Abdul Qin's eyes widened and he gritted his teeth and said, "This can't be true. The Great Khan will not do this to us."
Damila frowned, pointed to the distance, and said: "I asked, Dadaiji is the commercial manager appointed by the Khan. Who else can have such power besides him? Look at that By the way, the people shouting are the people of Kirch, and they will not lie."
