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Chapter 128 The Han army seems to be a little bit better than the Cochin people
Somewhere in the long mountain pass.

This pass is a flat and relatively low position among the continuous mountain ridges.

Most of the South Vietnamese aborigines in the mountains live in this kind of place.

Early in the morning, the house was still dark.

Barnihan opened his eyes, dazed, and began to struggle to stay in bed.

Jiaozhi Middle School stipulates that the time for foreign trade in each county, county, and city is only five days in a month.

If you miss it, you can only wait for the next month.

So much so that the South Vietnamese natives in the mountains and forests often have to get up early and go to the county town to buy the things they need for daily life.

If it is something you need, it is more difficult to buy, and you have to rush to the county town a few days in advance.

Rubbing his eyes, Barnihan opened his eyes and saw a deer skull hanging from the roof beams.

South Vietnamese men can cut off their tattoos after hunting deer.

Cutting off hair tattoos is a traditional custom in South Vietnam.

His father hunted deer when he was 13 years old, and he is a rare warrior in the clan.

And Barnihan is 16 years old this year.

For South Vietnamese men, the number of deer heads hunted is related to the status of the clan.

If you don't hunt deer, you can't stop getting tattoos. In the eyes of the tribe, you can't even be considered a man.

Only deer hunting, the more deer hunted, the more glory, the more tattoos.

"I've got to hunt a deer, or I'll be laughed at."

"I heard that hundreds of years ago, the clan was all hunters, so it's even more difficult."

Barnihan got up and stood by the window, watching the dim light outside.

The houses of South Vietnamese aborigines are all stilted.

Use wood for the piles, slabs and walls of the second floor.

The roof is covered with thatch, people live on the second floor, and the vacant bottom floor is used to raise livestock.

Such a dry column structure can prevent snakes and insects, as well as waterproof and moisture.

This is not only true for the natives of South Vietnam in the Cochin Kingdom, but also for most of the Baiyue survivors along the coast who are of the same lineage as South Vietnam.

Barnihan stretched out his hand out of the window, heard a bird chirping by chance, and felt the wind outside.

The wind is very noisy, with a somewhat damp feeling.

The weather is not good, cloudy.

"Is it going to rain?"

Barnihan couldn't tell what God's mood was.

Even experienced elders in the clan cannot easily predict what the weather will be like.

This is a technical job. Being able to read the weather is equivalent to being able to figure out the mood of Tianzhu God. It is impossible for anyone who is not a person of high morals and prestige.

"It's not bad if it's going to rain."

Barnihan murmured and got up completely.

Crops grown at home also need rainwater.

The culture of the Central Plains entered Jiaozhi, and the two sides continued to merge.

Although it turned the hunter into a deer hunter, it also brought a lot of farming experience, equipment, and some novel seeds.

This allows the natives of South Vietnam to live a decent life even if they live in the mountains and forests.

The sky was already slightly bright, and Barnihan was about to go out to the county town to catch up with the ruins.

If you go late, all the good things in the morning market will be bought by others.

"Barnihan, where are you going?"

"In the county town, if you don't leave, you won't be able to catch up with the morning market today!"

Barney's old father, Barrow, stopped him:

"A Han army has come down from the foot of the mountain."

"Han army??"

Barneyhan stopped in his tracks immediately, with a worried expression on his face:

"I heard that the Han army captured Rinan County, and now they have come to Changshan, are they planning to attack Jiuzhen County?"

"The Han army is trying to stop us from rushing to the ruins and trap us all to death on the mountain?"

Baro washed his face. There are many and miscellaneous tattoos on his face. You can tell from the number that he is a brave warrior:
"seems not."

"The Han army didn't stop us, and even set up a market next to the barracks."

"It is said that if we have the items we need, we can go directly to them to buy them. Even if we don't have them for the time being, they will be shipped from Ninan County."

The worry on Barnihan's face increased a bit, and there was more fear and disgust in his heart:

"It must be very expensive. They just want to lie to us. It's like this in the county."

"It won't stop us, but if we really pass by the foot of the mountain without buying anything, we will definitely be stopped and not allowed to go."

Barrow didn't think as much as Barnihan, and said indifferently:

"The leader said, we can go to test and test."

"If you can really buy something and the price is acceptable, where to buy it is not buying."

"If you want to trap us in Changshan, then fight over there and let the Han army see that we are not easy to mess with."

"Okay, then I'll try it out."

Barnihan glanced at the stockpiles in the room, and said:
"There are quite a lot of deerskins at home, we can use these to exchange."

The natives of South Vietnam all hunt deer, especially families like Barnihan whose father and son have been macho for several generations, and there is no shortage of deer hides.

Most of their clothes are also made of deerskin, and the tanning technique is also good, looking very slim.

Barrow was a little uncertain, paused, and said:

"It's not just deerskin. The Han army seems to want everything, including deerskin, camphor, herbs, and even wood."

"wood?"

Barnihan lost his voice.

Baro smiled and said:
"If this is the case, I think the Han army seems to be quite good."

For hundreds of years in the Cochin Kingdom, although the natives of South Vietnam still retain some of their own customs, we can see that they have changed a lot from hunters to deer hunters.

In fact, Baro had a somewhat favorable impression of the Han people.

It would have been even better if the county hadn't limited the opening hours of the market and the price of goods was particularly high for natives like them.

And the monarch is still the god of Tianzhu!

But Barnihan is different from his old father, he doesn't like Han people very much, and he always has a kind of vigilance in his heart.

When the new king came to the throne five years ago, there was a rebellion in Jiuzhen County.

At that time, the new king called on them to help the gods suppress the rebellion on the grounds that the gods of Tianzhu were supporting the world.

There are indeed quite a few members of the clan who respect the God of Tianzhu and carry antler spears into battle to kill the enemy.

His two older brothers also died on the battlefield.

But let alone the compensation, they were not properly buried, and even the body was not recovered.

They respect Tianzhu God, who does not love the world.

So Barnihan always had an idea.

The God of Tianzhu supporting the world is just an excuse.

The monarchs of the past dynasties just wanted to stabilize the rule of the Jiaozhi Kingdom, and did not treat them as subjects at all.

When there is a war, call them out and treat them as consumables.

So Barnihan didn't have much affection for the Han army.

They are all Han Chinese, what difference can there be?

Seeing his son like this, Baro comforted him with a few words:
"Okay, go and get a few buckskins, whether it's real or fake, just go and see if it's true."

"Live this day as you want, and it's good to be alive."

"Then I'll go, if there are iron guns for sale in the Han army, it will be fine."

If a worker wants to do a good job, he must first sharpen his tools. This is a saying that Barnihan heard by chance, and he thinks it makes sense.

He wanted to hunt deer, and he wanted to break his tattoos. Antler spears were not enough. It would be easier to use Han iron spears.

When the time comes to hunt seven or eight deer in one go, he will be the bravest man in the clan!
"If the market is at the foot of the mountain, you can eat before leaving."

At this moment, Barnihan's mother brought a bowl of corn and rice.

Their family grows corn. Although it is not as full as the good fields in Ninan County, the harvest is still good thanks to the unique climate and soil of Jiaozhi Country.

Barnihan smelled it, and his heart was moved. Regardless of the heat, he grabbed it and ate it immediately:
"It's so fragrant. It would be great if I could buy a copper tripod. It will definitely be more fragrant when cooked."

Last time the leader bought a copper tripod while rushing to the market, and cooked things, which were extraordinarily sweet.

It's not that he didn't think about buying one.

But the businessmen in the county town immediately changed their expressions when they saw that they were Nanyue people from the mountains and forests.

But all things that Han people only have in their hands must be expensive.

Barnihan's mother smiled as she watched Barnihan finish eating the corn and rice.

She was missing a tooth in her mouth.

This is another custom in South Vietnam, chiseling and painting teeth, that is, tooth extraction.

Looking at his mother's smile, Barnihan couldn't help thinking that, according to people in the clan, his mother was quite beautiful when she was young.

Even a hundred times more beautiful than those Han women!

"It's just that there are no Han women who can dress up like that."

Barnihan thought to himself:

"It would be great if the Han army still sold cloth. Buy some cloth with good colors and patterns and sew them into clothes. My mother must be more beautiful."

Before leaving, Baro told his son one more sentence:
"Remember to buy some salt."

Barnihan nodded. Salt is something that must be bought every time he goes to the market.

It's just that those Han Chinese profiteers sold them coarse salt.

Big and thick, extremely bitter and hard to swallow.

It just won't work if you don't buy it.

I don't know if the salt from the Han court can be better.

As long as the price is not too expensive, as long as it can be refined a little, it will be fine.

Forget it, Barnihan shook his head, he didn't expect the Han people to be kind to him.

Cochin Kingdom has not been like this for hundreds of years, let alone the big man who entered Cochin for the first time?
It would be nice to be able to buy some moderately priced necessities at the foot of the mountain and take less walking.

Barnihan was not afraid of walking too much. The South Vietnamese natives walked in the mountains and forests like they were walking on flat ground, and their feet were pretty good.

But thinking about going all the way, just to slaughter the Han people, I always feel uncomfortable.

Soon, Barnihan came to the foot of the mountain.

He came early, and there were basically not many of his kind nearby.

However, the Han army got up earlier than him, and before they approached, they could hear the sound of neat haha ​​coming from the camp, which should be training.

Barnihan's gaze was fixed on the soldiers of the Han army guarding the camp.

Specifically, it should be the spear in his hand.

"The momentum is good."

Barnihan estimated that he should be able to fight two of such Han soldiers.

He walked over, and the Han soldier looked at him warily.

"I'm here to buy something."

Banihan spoke Chinese with a South Vietnamese accent, but it was okay.

The natives of South Vietnam in the new era can basically speak Chinese, otherwise they will be eliminated by the times.

"there."

The soldiers of the Han army pointed out the way, and the place of trade was not in the camp, but beside it.

If they really wanted to be in the barracks, these South Vietnamese natives probably wouldn't dare to go in.

But Barnihan didn't move, he simply picked a buckskin.

He handed over the deerskin, and pointed to the spear in the soldier's hand:

"Change with you."

hiss.
The Han soldier's heart skipped a beat.

This buckskin is not cheap.

If it is placed in the market, it is worth a lot of money to say the least.

When Emperor Xiaowu invented the white deerskin coin, it would have been more expensive. At that time, a piece of deerskin could be worth 40 yuan!
And how much is a long gun?
That is to say, iron is used for the tip of the gun, which needs to be carefully crafted, which is completely inferior to knives and swords.

And people exchange deer skins, it's bloody money!
Heartbeat is certainly heartbeat, but this Han soldier is still very principled.

He patiently explained:
"This buckskin is at least worth a penny. Even if it's a little damaged, it's more than enough to replace it with a long gun."

is it?

Barnihan thought based on his usual experience, the last time he traded a buckskin to the county town, he only got a few jars of salt.

The Han soldier looked at the deerskin and was a little lost in thought. Seeing that Barnihan hadn't left, he gritted his teeth and said:
"Get out! The trading market is over there!"

"Oh"

Only then did Barnihan come back to his senses.

What surprised him wasn't the price of the buckskin. In fact, he also felt that he was cheated by the profiteers of the Han people.

But in the county town, he had no relatives and no reason, so even if he was tricked, no one cared about him.

After suffering a loss, I can only hold it back and get used to it.

What surprised him even more was that, according to the soldier, could weapons really be bought in the market?
You must know that in the Cochin Kingdom, it is strictly forbidden to sell swords, guns and weapons to the natives of South Vietnam.

As for why, everyone knows well, the main reason is that they are afraid of the riots of the South Vietnamese natives.

Barnihan just exchanged deerskins for spears just now, subconsciously thinking that the Han army did not sell weapons.

The idea of ​​saving a piece of buckskin to directly knock people unconscious, and let the pawn exchange the spear for him out of greed.

"The Han army seems to be a little bit better than the Cochin people."

Barnihan came to the trading market next to the military camp, where he could see a few of his fellow clansmen.

And the faces of those of the same race were full of joy.

This made Barnihan frowned:
"Just selling some swords, did you get bought?"

"No, you still want to earn benefits from us."

Barnihan knew what the Han people were like.

In previous years, quite a few clansmen who coveted a comfortable life in the county moved to the county.

Because of the policy of the Cochin Kingdom, some land was allocated, but those who were not allocated also tried to reclaim wasteland by themselves.

Originally, if they had land, they could live in the county town and live the good life they imagined the Han people would live.

The results of it?
When I came back to my senses, the land was gone.

The fields that were finally reclaimed were occupied by the wealthy Han people.

They also claimed that the land was owned by the Hao family, and they wantonly reclaimed the wasteland of the Hao family, destroying the original wasteland, and had to pay the Hao family the other way around.

It's outrageous to ride a horse.

Barnihan couldn't help but smile as he thought about it.

He wandered around the market and saw a copper tripod.

Just as he took out the buckskin and wanted to exchange it, he was stopped by the soldiers who sold the copper tripod.

"The trading market does not accept barter. You have to exchange the buckskin into the currency of the big man first."

Barnihan was stunned, how could there be such a rule?
Buying with copper coins according to the price, the seller can't do much tricks, and the Han army is at a disadvantage no matter how you look at it.

"That must be to exchange my buckskin with less currency."

"Good or bad, I haven't bought anything yet, and I will lose money when I exchange currency."

Barnihan had already contemplated leaving.

But thinking about coming, I simply went to have a look.

If the currency exchanged is too little, you will cheat him directly, and he will do whatever you want.
Also turn around and leave.

This is a military camp, so it is not convenient to conflict with others.

Soon, Barnihan came to the large tent at the deepest part of the market.

Sitting in the big tent was a handsome middle-aged man with a bit of heroism, who was Hua Chengyu.

"Currency changer?"

"Uh no, no."

Barnihan handed out a buckskin and said cautiously:
"I'm not in a hurry to change it, you first show me how much this buckskin is worth."

"I am a big Han Dynasty, and the emperor brings the king's teacher here, how can he deceive people?"

The words of turning into rain are quite proficient, and I don't know how many times I have repeated them.

He weighed the buckskin, looked carefully at the quality, felt for any defects, and then estimated the value:

"This buckskin is worth twelve hundred dollars."

"Ok?"

Barnihan was stunned for a moment, this is not a small coin, the little tripod he had his eyes on just now was only a thousand coins.

That being said, the price is reasonable.

Barnihan immediately took out a few more buckskins, completely abandoned his previous thoughts, and said cheekily:
"Then help me estimate again and see what the price of these buckskins is."

It turned into rain to refresh yourself, this is a big family!

"This one is one thousand dollars, this one is of poor quality, eight hundred, this one is quite good, two thousand dollars."

The price is as good as it gets.

Seeing Hua Chengyu's sincerity, and accidentally seeing that when he opened his mouth, he seemed to be missing two teeth, and there were a few black ones, like the chiseled teeth of the South Vietnamese, so he couldn't help asking:

"Are you from South Vietnam?"

He knew that the Han army also recruited some South Vietnamese who moved into the city and trained them as recruits.

As for consumables, the Cochin State consumes energy, and the big man also consumes energy.

"How is it possible, I am a Han Chinese."

Hua Chengyu raised his eyebrows, and handed out the consistent money and a bag of broken silver.

He was very thoughtful, copper coins were too heavy, he could use some money for extra change, and for large amounts of money, he could use silver coins.

Hey.
Hua Chengyu sighed in his heart.

None of this group of South Vietnamese soil turtles had any money with them, they were all bartering, but the market set up by the emperor did not accept bartering.

So that every time a native of South Vietnam came, he had to weigh the goods, estimate the price, and count out the copper coins and silver taels, which was exhausting.

But the emperor specifically told him that what he is doing now is a big deal.

What else to say, if you want the South Vietnamese natives to love the Dahan, you must first let them use the Dahan's currency.

Barnihan took the money, but he was even more puzzled:
"Then why do you have chiseled teeth?"

"Chisel your teeth and paint your teeth? Are you talking about this?"

Hua Chengyu grinned, revealing missing teeth and black teeth.

He could only follow the rhetoric he had thought of long ago, put on a look of longing, and said word by word:

"I just like it. Your chiseled teeth are very chic and fashionable."

Barnihan felt a little unconfident, is it true?

The Han people regard these as the bad habits of the barbarians!

"You like it???"

"I like it, I like it very much!"

Hua Chengyu gritted his remaining teeth, it couldn't be said that the emperor himself knocked them out, right?

My tooth hurts just thinking about it.

I was beaten every day in Yizhou, and I didn't lose my teeth, but I was knocked out!
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