Chapter Eighty-Three: The Legend of Undefeated - Fair People As Phuntsok drove the Uighur envoys' caravan out of the desert, he saw Tie Xinyuan, dressed in white, in the poplar forest.
Tortured like a devil by the battle, the sun, and the pain, Phuntsok opened his mouth and asked, "Where are the spices we want?"
” Tie Xinyuan pointed to the mountains of spices piled up in the depths of the poplar forest and sighed: "I heard that in the past two years, the wind and rain in Qingtang have been smooth, and the cattle and sheep in the herdsman's cattle pen are almost too large to be filled, if you don't dispose of the excess cattle and sheep, your pasture will have a big problem."
I'm just very strange, the demand for cattle and sheep in the Great Song Dynasty is endless, why don't you sell them to the Great Song Dynasty, and you have to make the surplus cattle and sheep into dry meat?
In addition, the disposal of cattle and sheep with spices is not a long-term solution, you Qingtang does not produce spices, but you have to use so many spices, it is not beneficial to you. ” Phuntsok sat on the sand, put the long knife on his knee and said strongly: "This is my Qingtang people's business, you just need to take these goods away and give me the same amount of spices, and our transaction will be completed."
In addition, the help of you to get rid of the Uighur messengers is a gift from us. ” Tie Xinyuan sighed and pointed at Tetsu Sandao, who appeared behind him like a ghost, "If it's just to rob and kill the Uighur envoys, we can do it.
The reason why I give you this good opportunity is because I am looking forward to doing business with Qingtang for a long time. ” Phuntsok stared at the water bottle in front of Tie Xinyuan, swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said, "What do you want to do?"
Cattle and sheep business with us?
The cattle and sheep in the steppe are sold to the people in the Gobi, this is a joke. ” Tie Xinyuan shook his head and said: "It's not the same as you think, we don't actually herd cattle and sheep, our ability to make a living is farming." ” Phuntsok wanted to laugh, his lips were already chapped and cracked, and blood flowed down his mouth when he opened his mouth slightly.
Tie Xinyuan said with a smile: "You don't have to laugh, farming is a difficult job to do, but we have done it, in this world, not only our Song people will grow food, but also the people here in Hami will also plant."
What's more, there is also my Song people to help, which is nothing strange, what do you say?
” Phuntsok shook his head and said: "The people who grow grain on the Gobi can only barely make ends meet, and they don't have the ability to produce surplus grain at all.
Growing grain is the unique ability of the Song people, they can grow grain on the high mountains, grow grain on the sand, grow grain in the cracks of the stones, and even grow grain in their own yards, no matter what kind of land can grow seedlings strangely in their hands, this ability is unique to them. ” Tie Xinyuan smiled and shook his head, Phuntsok obviously exaggerated the Song people's ability to farm.
He handed the water bottle to Phuntsok and said, "After this trip back, please tell your general that I plan to do a long-term business with him, and exchange our grain for your cattle, sheep and green salt."
If General Blind Felt is willing, send a caravan over, and in the future, I can traffic the spices and other supplies you need from the rest of the Western Regions, and you don't need to go deeper into the Western Regions. ” Phuntsok put down the bottle in his hand, held the hilt of the knife and said, "We didn't tell you whose subordinates we were. ” "It's not hard to guess that now your great chief, Kakuro, is seriously ill, and as the eldest son, he naturally wants to make a difference.
The Song people stopped your mutual market, so you don't have much choice, and this time I sent you to the Western Regions, in fact, I was looking for a stable and reliable mutual market target.
Did I say it wrong?
” Phuntsok stood up with the knife in his hand, ignoring his body at all, and said in a deep voice: "Just like you said earlier, the Qingtang warriors can take whatever they want. ” Tie Xinyuan shook his index finger and said: "A small group of people really only need to have force, Qingtang is a large clan with a territory of thousands of miles, such a big clan, just relying on robbery can't solve many things."
A leader and a general think about things are definitely different, the general only needs to think about how to defeat the enemy, the leader is more about taking care of his people, and a leader who starves his people will not be a good leader. ” Phuntsok said slowly: "People who are friendly to us Qingtang people always want to get some benefits from us, and we are used to this.
Just as you gave us the idea to rob the Uighur caravans this time, it must be of great benefit to you.
You tell me, what exactly do you want from us?
” The purpose was debunked in person, Tie Xinyuan was a little embarrassed, touched his nose and said: "I have found some people from the Song Kingdom who can grow crops, and I will come to Hami in the near future, you know, if it is impossible to pass from the territory of Western Xia, so, I want to borrow it." ” "I can't be the master."
Phuntsok replied very blatantly.
Tie Xinyuan smiled: "I know that you can't be the master, just let you bring a message to General Blind Feeling, if he meets my request, I will meet his request." ” After Pingcuo spoke, Tie Xinyuan saw that Pingcuo seemed to care more about the spice he was about to get his hands on.
I don't understand that these Tubo people already have a large amount of gold and silver, and they must be exchanged for spices, and Tie Xinyuan didn't even find out that this guy Phuntsok had a move to enrich his own pockets.
Although he hinted at him in and out of his words, this heroic guy who didn't wear a single thread on his body was unmoved.
Tiexinyuan has accumulated a lot of incense, and the meat that Qingxiang Valley can't eat relies on salt and smoke to store, and spices are not as good as salt in terms of storing meat.
After asking Phuntsok, I learned that this was a request from the Song people.
Dried meat must be marinated in spices before being harvested, otherwise it should not be ...... at all This is obviously embarrassing, and the merchants just want higher profits.
The soldiers of the Great Song Dynasty would only consume money and food, but the officials and merchants of the Great Song Dynasty would create a steady stream of money and food for the Great Song Dynasty.
Without these grassroots officials and a large number of businessmen, the Great Song Dynasty would not have been able to support two million troops and officials with stacked beds and houses.
Tie Xinyuan naturally won't tell a Qingtang person, this is the magic weapon of the Song people to do business, as long as it is a Song person, no one will say that this is a wealth that future generations can eat inexhaustibly.
The stakes are very high, Tie Xinyuan did not make more deletions in the matter of spices, but prepared spices for Pingcuo in full according to the market price.
He even marked the use and origin of various spices in Chinese characters, which was very important for Qingtang, the force that took the initiative to do business for the first time.
At first, Phuntsok was still standing with a knife on his hand, and he had to look at each bag of spices carefully.
He didn't know spices, and this kind of behavior of a dog looking at the stars soon attracted the dissatisfaction of the old and sophisticated female shopkeeper of the Khotanese widowed clan.
The female shopkeeper quietly told Tie Xinyuan that if the patriarch was willing, she would make the pants that these Tubo people had paid for not being able to wear.
This plan was sternly rejected by Tie Xinyuan, even if he wanted to pit the Tibetan people, it would not be this time, and he would talk about it when the transaction volume was large enough to disobey his conscience in the future.
The strange spices that Phuntsok and they had brought were burned by the disdainful female shopkeeper, and according to her, these so-called spices could not even be chased away by mosquitoes, and were of no use at all.
The Uighur envoys were of high value, and Phuntsok looked at the cargo on the backs of more than 200 camels with satisfaction, and his whole body seemed to be drained of energy at once.
The expected deception and suppression did not appear, every cargo seemed to be fine, and Tie Xinyuan was a fair man.
His mouth had long been numb, and after tasting too many spices, he couldn't taste the saltiness when he stuffed a handful of salt into his mouth.
Yu Chilei took fifty wild men leading camels to prepare to go to Qingtang with Pingcuo, which was a little intimate arrangement made by Tie Xinyuan when he found that the Tubo people with only twenty people left were simply unable to send such a huge camel team back to Qingtang.
Phuntsok looked at it carefully, and a one-armed old man, plus fifty ordinary savages who were accustomed to hard labor, had little threat to them, and only then did he accept Tie Xinyuan's kindness.
In his heart, he thought that since Tie Xinyuan dared to send someone to Qingtang with them, at least it meant that there was no problem with these goods.
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Phuntsok rested for the night, and when it was not dawn, he prepared to leave with the camel caravan, and after leaving the poplar forest for thirty miles, they received Hassan, and a group of people sighed for a while, and set off for Qingtang at full speed.
After a deal without deception was completed, both Hassan and Phuntsok were full of good feelings for Tie Xinyuan, a young Song man.
Fairness, for them is a word they haven't heard for a long time, even if they killed as many as ten people in battle, they have no complaints, since they have to do a business without capital, dead people are a normal thing.
Tie Xinyuan saw that the camel team was gone, and then quietly returned to Qingxiang Valley with his people.
Hami is as calm as a pool of clear water, and in the hot summer, it is the season when all kinds of bazaars are blooming everywhere.
A Hami in Nuoda is full of people who come to trade with camels and livestock.
No matter who it is, as long as they complete the transaction, they will go to the Qige soup cake shop to eat an expensive meal that makes them jump to their feet and scold their mothers, and makes them have endless aftertastes.
Everyone understands that the tax is already included in this meal.
Tie Xinyuan lies in the shade of the willows at the door of the hotel every day, shaking a fan and watching the people coming and going.
According to the current situation, in two or three years, Hami will become a pearl on the Gobi.
Seeing countless thieves and rat-eyed men shuttling through the crowd, Tie Xinyuan couldn't help but clench his fists.
The people here are still too mixed, and after the appearance of Hami's fat meat, countless hungry wolves have already set their eyes on here.
A major clean-up must be carried out here, and it must be carried out in the fastest possible time, otherwise, after the hungry wolves become wolves, they will have to work harder.