I opened a spicy hot shop in different time and space

Ye Luoyin, who was waiting outside, heard footsteps, stood up quickly, and then saw a tall man walking out of the big tent with her father.

This man is about 30 years old. Although he can't be said to have a fierce face, he has a kind of arrogance that has been superior to others all the year round.

Of course, it's more of that vicious and bloodthirsty aura.

Why is there such a breath?
That's because there are too many lives under his command.

Facing such a person, Ye Luoyin felt a little uncertain in her heart, but looking at her father, she really looked like a businessman.

I don't know what happened inside, but judging from the way the two talked, it should be that the communication was smooth.

It depends on the goods they bring.

Looking from the first car, there are cloth, tea, salt and iron wares, and in the middle are boxes of gold and silver, and some pearls, agates and the like.

Of course these things were not prepared by Ye Feng.

Even if he had it, he couldn't take it out, these were all brought by Chi Shaoan.

Some of them were procured locally in Yangshui County, and others were brought over from the capital.

The real deal is what people like Tiger Camp need.

Then there are several carts of cotton.

Here, although the Tartars basically use woolen robes, they also like soft cotton clothes.

Ye Feng naturally wouldn't be unprepared.

The things he prepared loaded a carriage.

Except for a few bags of salt in loose tea, most of it is fine wine.

The kind with a high degree.

Looking all the way, it took almost a quarter of an hour. The next few cars were the daily food for the loading team, as well as the wild animals they hunted on the road.

Ye Feng didn't hide it either, and looked at whatever he wanted, but there was nothing in the car that couldn't be seen.

After reading these things brought by Ye Feng, Monkel didn't put on an air, and directly expressed his satisfaction, but Ye Feng asked to see the food.

I can't say that the things brought by the team are the best, but they are almost the same.

This proves to Monkel that the team came with great sincerity.

So how about your food?

Don't be full of old rice at that time. There are either bugs or sand and stones in the rice.

That is absolutely unacceptable.

Monkel squinted at Ye Feng. To be honest, after handling so many convoys, this was the first time he asked to check the quality of the food.

And judging from the meaning of his words, his good things are to be exchanged for good food.

Monkel's face turned cold a little bit.

This Han man is a little ignorant of flattery.

Ye Feng just pretended not to see his face.

The voice added calmly, "Of course, the premise of looking at the food is that you don't just want to do business with Lao Fang and me, General. If you only want to do it once, then just pretend that I didn't say anything."

Monkel frowned. He didn't like the secretiveness of Han people, but it would be difficult to deal with people who spoke directly and didn't beat around the bush.

Just like the old Fang in front of me.

It's better to say something he doesn't understand, and he pretends not to know.

But it's all said directly, how can he say it?
Is the transaction only done once?

The tiger camp has a large amount of grain reserves, not only harvested this year but also last year.

But according to this person, the price of new rice and old rice should not be the same.

So much food was transported to the royal court. To be honest, it had nothing to do with him and sister.

But the food in the tiger camp is different in his hands.

Three carts of gold, he can keep at least one cart.

And those iron utensils and salt are all good things.

My sister is in a difficult situation right now.

He has three nephews, no matter which one can inherit the throne, it is good, but he is afraid that none of the three nephews can inherit, and the letter sent by his sister asked him to properly withhold the food here.

As far as he knows, his brother-in-law Khan has more than 20 princes.

To be honest, there are not a few of these more than 20 princes who are capable, at least half of them.

There are even a few who are better than his three nephews.

One of them has six princes.

In particular, the concubine of the sixth prince is Abahuan from the Chida tribe, and her status is no lower than that of her own elder sister.

I heard that there are not a few people in the royal court who support them now.

If his brother-in-law Khan died, it would not be so easy for his three nephews, no matter which one they were, to inherit the throne.

To them, being able to inherit the throne also means inheriting everything.

So for this throne, anything can be done.

If you want to fight for the throne, you don't need someone alone, you also need gold and silver treasures that can impress them, and things that can feed them and keep them warm.

Now, this old party provided him with these.

But he can't always exchange food.

Food is equally important in their Northern Tatars.

These Han softies just like to pick and choose.

Monkel stared at Ye Feng, and Ye Feng also looked at him, his expression didn't change, he was still smiling.

"I said, Lao Fang, with your attitude, aren't you afraid that you will all be left behind?"

The guards following behind looked at these convoys and these people with a look of looking at something in their pockets.

Although there were only these few tartars, Ye Feng knew that as long as he gave an order, how many of them would pop out from the dark.

"My lord, before this possibility came, I and the people in the convoy had already thought of it." Ye Feng paused for a moment, and there was no fear on his face, "However, this kind of transaction is not just This time, I also had a few convoys before me, but they failed to go back. It was their bad luck. I knew it had nothing to do with the general, so I came here on behalf of my boss. It's all risky, even if you open a small restaurant in your hometown, the risk is still there, and it is very likely that you will lose everything in the end."

Speaking of this, Ye Feng pointed to the people in the nearby convoy, "We are mentally prepared, but I think the problem is not with the general, but with the people along the road, and even Xiliang Kingdom or people along the road. The bandits, thieves and even the disaster victims are likely to rob us all."

Monkel blinked his eyes, opened his mouth, wanted to say something, but didn't interrupt.

As expected of a businessman, this mouth is really good at speaking.

But when Ye Feng stopped talking, he said sinisterly, "It's useless for you to say so much, if I really want to keep you guys, what can you do?"

Ye Feng laughed, "Actually, it's normal for the general to think so. If you really want to leave our carts, goods and people behind, you not only have more than 100 slaves here, but also more than 100 more carriages and mules. There are more than 100 truckloads of goods, and you don’t have to pay a single grain of rice.”

Monkel saw that Ye Feng had finished what he wanted to say, so what did he say?

"Since you know this will happen, what conditions are there for me?" Monkel asked disdainfully.