Emperor Ming Dynasty

Chapter 571
The grassland in summer seems to be scorched, the whole land exudes heat, but the green grass grows vigorously, and the cattle and sheep are also chewing the green grass disgustingly, without much energy.

Not far away, a trickle is flowing on the grassland, and many children are carrying clay pots, laughing and fetching water.

Muren looked at the flock of sheep gnawing grass with their heads down. The wool was swept away, and the bareness was extremely ugly.

He knew that this was a hundred households who had gone to sell their wool for money so that they could buy wine.

I want to go to play, but I can't move my pace.

Shepherding sheep for the nobles of the tribe, there can be no mistakes.

In the evening, after driving the flock back to the sheepfold, he was relieved and returned home impatiently.

"Abba, Erji!" He 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 wielding scissors to shave their sheep.

In the past, this kind of work could be done in half a day, but now it takes three or four days. The movements in their hands are too delicate.

It wasn't until the moon rose that the light could no longer be seen, and the family breathed a sigh of relief and stopped to eat.

The dinner was more grand. There was mutton that Muren liked to eat, and an old sheep was slaughtered at home, which made the whole meal lively in an instant.

Naipizi, mutton, blood sausage, etc. were all on the stage. In front of such a rare delicacy, the whole family ate happily and devoured it all.

"Abba, are you going to sell wool?"

Muren asked impatiently, his little face was full of longing.

"That's right." The weather-beaten old father smiled and said, "Mingren's caravan will arrive in two days."

"The wool of the hundred households has been handed over, and the rest is ours. Tomorrow, we will go to the wool sellers to exchange money and add something to the family."

"I want a knife..."

"I want……"

The sons yelled loudly, with joy written all over their faces.

"Let's change to some tea!"

At this time, Eji, who had worked half his life for the family, sighed and trembled: "Drinking tea can cure diseases, and there is not much salt, and one piece of pottery is broken..."

Hearing so many things, Na Risong fell silent for an instant, and said cautiously: "We may not be able to buy these things with our little wool."

"Hold on to the salt and tea first, and take your time with the rest."

The woman didn't care, as if she was used to it, she continued talking.

"Muren, you will accompany me to sell wool tomorrow morning."

Na Risong looked at his youngest son and said with a smile.

"Okay, Dad!"

Muren was very happy.

Until late at night, he didn't want to fall asleep for a long time, and his mind was full of thoughts about the excitement of selling wool that his brothers had mentioned before.

Before dawn, the father and son rode two horses and took a nanny horse with wool on their backs, and carefully came to a market place.

This is the fixed jurisdiction of Qianhusuo, and now temples, schools, and sub-stations with businesses have been built, responsible for purchases and sales.

The gathering of a large number of businesses has also brought popularity, and nearby herdsmen dare to come here for the market and join in the fun.

Muren felt that his eyes were not working well.

There are very few hawkers along the street, but they put things on the grass one by one, attracting the attention of many people.

Gorgeous clothes, exquisite hair forks, beautiful pottery, yellow and white salt and other special products of the Ming Dynasty.

After all, the herdsmen came to their senses, and they were also setting up stalls, old heirloom armor, bows and arrows, saddles, and even horses for sale.

And some wealthy nobles even took out their redundant servants and sold them off.

This was unimaginable in the past. The principle of the supremacy of force has gradually evolved into the supremacy of money.

Such a market with Han Chinese characteristics has made many Mongolians very excited.

It's a pity that Risong could only watch that day, and continued to move forward with the wool, and there was a row of the most spacious tents there.

As soon as he approached, various calls came from his ears, and Na Risong responded to them one by one.

And it wasn't until then that he realized that Muren was a little silly at this moment, staring blankly at both sides.

Looking around Nari Song, there is a school on the left, a temple on the right, and a crowded tent in the middle.

"That's a Buddhist temple."

Na Risong patted his son to bring him back to his senses: "The one on the left is a school. I heard that it was sent by Ming people to teach Chinese characters. After you go to learn, you can understand Buddhist scriptures."

"Father!" Mu Ren's cheeks were reddish, his black and white eyes were staring round, with an extremely serious expression:

"I've heard many people say, are we enlightened now?"

"Muren, this is an adult's business, you just need to grow up now."

Risong was silent for a long time before he muttered:
"Whether it's Ming people or Qing people, as long as they can live, at least today's life is better than before."

Lead the horse and line up in the crowd.

After waiting for almost half an hour, when the horses were tired, it was finally his turn.

"160 seven catties of wool, ten cash per catty, that is, 670 cash!"

The man fiddled with the abacus, and the crackling sound was endless, and he had already calculated the number while he was breathing.

"This is one silver coin, six silver cents, and seven copper coins, please keep it!"

The guy spoke standard Mongolian, lazily, with a hoarse voice, obviously busy all day.

Na Risong took the money and hurriedly put it into his arms, with a smile on his face.

Muren doesn't know how these small, crispy things are made, but he knows that they can be exchanged for many things.

Soon, these little things bought ten catties of salt, a small piece of 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 Yamen and the appointment of Zhang Guowei, the behavior of uneven prices and blackmail in the market was resolutely cracked down.

Although many things, such as ironware, tea, wine, cloth, etc., are more than twice as expensive as those in the mainland, compared to the past, they are more conscientious, and the herdsmen are willing to accept them.

Guihua City.

"I report to the governor, the capital of Monan has been peaceful for half a year, and merchants from all over the world have flocked here. In the past six months alone, the business tax has exceeded [-] yuan. Given the time, there is no limit."

Wan Lian, the prefect of Guihua, was overjoyed and rushed to report the good news.

The capital of Monan was newly established. Except for the support in the first year, the imperial court only returned all the taxes for three years. This is a great benefit for Monan.

Whether it is the expansion of Guihua City or the construction of water conservancy, money is needed.

"The group of Tartars who built the temple are willing to contribute, but the school needs us to come. The money came at the right time."

Zhang Guowei also showed a smile, and then gradually suppressed it:
"Prefect Wan, Monan still has thousands of Datong soldiers stationed now, we have to recruit too!"

(End of this chapter)