Dressed as a widow, raising cubs, farming and building infrastructure in Ming Dynasty

Chapter 82 The Messenger of Immortality

Cui Shiwei's voice was calm and calm: "You want so much tea and salt that you can't use them all. Isn't it just right to use some cloth to replace the tea and salt? Cloth is also a necessity for your herdsmen's life!"

Ah Heima scolded directly: "You Han people are too cunning! First you promised to have iron tools, but now there is no iron, and there is less tea and salt. You are too insidious and fickle!"

There was silence in the yurt for a few moments, and Ahema said again: "Bars, your bones have been softened by the good life of the Han people, right? Where has the arrogance of your Golden Family gone? You don't object to such an unfair transaction. ?!”

The voice of the little mute was very cold: "It is an indisputable fact that the herdsmen are short of cloth. It is not a bad thing to use some cloth to replace the endless tea leaves."

Old Man Lou and Xi Ni said: "That's right. It takes a month or two to transport tea from the south to the north, and it also takes time to pick and make tea. The quantity you want is too large, and the price of tea on the market has doubled. , it’s not cost-effective for you or us.

Why not use part of the cloth this year instead of tea leaves? Next year, ah no, we will trade again in the autumn. By then your horses will be fat and strong, and our tea leaves will be ready. It will be good for everyone..."

Ahei Ma stood up and said: "If it doesn't work, it won't work!" Then he threw up his sleeves and walked out of the yurt.

Ah Heima looked at the beauty standing on the green grass not far away and was stunned.

The beauty was wearing a white dress and a white dress, with loose black hair, and her small face was so white that it shone.The sun shines on the clothes and hair, reflecting a dreamlike luster, making people feel that this beauty should be a fairy from heaven.

Ahema raised his head and raised his hands in sigh: "My Tengri, did you appear? Is this fairy a messenger sent by you?"

Little Mute, Old Man Lou, Cui Shiwei and others also came out of the yurt one after another. They all laughed when they heard Ah Heima's pretentious sigh.

Old Man Lou smiled and said: "Ah Heima, our shopkeeper Liu brought you the tea and salt that are in short supply in your grassland. Of course, we are the envoys sent by Changshengtian."

Mongolians believe in Tengger, which means immortality when translated into Chinese.

The beauty was Qin Liu. She was smiling from ear to ear, and the rainbow fart was very useful.

This set of clothes was one of the clothes specially customized for her by Xuanfu Jinxiu Workshop. The fabric was white, but mixed with gold and silver threads. It had special and beautiful dark patterns, which were noble and elegant.Unexpectedly, Zhu Yue sent someone to deliver the clothes here.

Qin Liu thought it was safe now, so he dressed as he liked.

Old Man Lou and Cui Shiwei led Qin Liu back to the Han yurt.

Qin Liu looked back before leaving. Little Mute and Ah Heima walked away in separate directions. Ah Heima was followed by several Mongolian men, but Little Mute was alone.

Old man Lou introduced the recent situation to Qin Liu.

Ten thousand horses corresponded to too many tea leaves and salt, and it was difficult to collect them all and transport them to the grassland in a short period of time. Therefore, Zhu Yue had given instructions to use some of the tea leaves and salt in cloth and other grassland herders. Required items are substituted.

As for the more tea and salt needed on the grassland side, they can be traded in autumn or even next year.

Cui Shiwei frowned his sparse eyebrows, stroked his mustache and said: "Ten thousand horses can be exchanged for more than 50 kilograms of tea. Even 25 kilograms is enough for them to use for a while. If there are too many, it will be a problem for them to store and carry them, and Why are you so stubborn?"

Old Man Lou's eyes flickered: "It seems they don't want to exchange supplies for a long time, they want to buy enough for several years at a time!"

Qin Liu's heart trembled.

Could it be that Dayan Khan had plans to continue confrontation with the Ming Dynasty or even use troops?

Qin Liu had seen the tragic ruins of Shabaozi Town after the war and massacre, and had an instinctive aversion to war.

When Cui Shiwei saw this, his mustache trembled: "Shopkeeper Liu, you have a very good relationship with Prince Bals. It's better to persuade him and let him come forward to ask Dayan Khan or Queen Manduhai for instructions. The chance of success will be greater!"

Qin Liulue hesitated and agreed.If transactions can be guaranteed every year, the necessities of the grassland people will have a source, and the possibility of war will be greatly reduced.

Qin Liu immediately went to the Mongolian camp, and Old Man Lou arranged for two guards to follow her.Qin Liu was surprised to find that the little mute's yurt was actually in the far west, all alone, with no Mongolian guards nearby.

Qin Liu's mood was slightly heavy.

The little mute is really not welcome in the Mongolian Khan's court.

As a hostage, he went to the right wing for more than ten years, suffered all kinds of suffering and humiliation, and was marginalized and alienated when he returned home. Dayan Khan did not give him the compensation and respect he deserved.

She was even more disappointed when she entered the little mute's yurt.

It was empty, except for a small basket of dried cow dung, an iron pot, and a tray of cold food.

The little mute was sitting and making a fire to cook.

Seeing Qin Liu come in, he smiled and said, "Have you had lunch? Come and try my craftsmanship."

Qin Liu suddenly relaxed.

The little mute had herded sheep, cows, and horses, and had experienced starvation. He had enough experience of the life of a low-level herdsman, and his requirements for life were not high.He didn't think there was anything wrong with not having a crowd of guards and doing everything by himself.

This is probably the reason why he can calmly put aside his status as a prince and be willing to live in Sand Castle Town!
The little mute was very skilled in cooking. He threw a small piece of butter into the iron pan, poured in the millet and stir-fried for a while, and the fragrance of the millet spread out.

He poured the milk on the tray into the pot and stirred it. He scraped some brown tea powder from a rectangular tea cake wrapped in paper and put it into a clean small cloth bag. After boiling the bag in the pot for a while, he took it out. Set aside.

Then he sprinkled some salt into the pot, cut some meat from the tray and put it in the pot to cook.

Qin Liu asked strangely: "Does tea only need to be boiled for this long?"

"It will be bitter if you cook it for a long time. Just cook it for a while."

After the pot boiled, the little mute scooped a bowl of millet milk tea for Qin Liu and cooked the meat.The bowl is a small silver bowl with exquisite workmanship and some carved patterns.

Qin Liu tasted it. The milk tea was salty and fragrant. The meat was chewy and not smelly. It was full of deliciousness. It was a delicious Mongolian meal.

Qin Liu was full after finishing a bowl of food and rubbed his belly comfortably.

"It's so delicious! You are so good at cooking!"

The little mute took the bowl Qin Liu had used and filled a bowl for himself: "Of course, you can practice it by doing it often."

Qin Liu raised his eyebrows: "Didn't you say that Mongolian women do all the housework?"

"It was an ordinary herdsman's home. When I grew up, I had my own yurt and no slaves, so I had to cook for myself."

Qin Liu wanted to ask him when they got married, but finally changed the subject: "Why do you only have one bowl here?"

There are several pairs of chopsticks.

The little mute took a sip of milk tea and said: "We Mongolians have very high hygiene requirements for food and tableware. Everyone has a bowl of their own since childhood. Even when visiting relatives' houses, they always bring their own bowls."

Qin Liu opened his eyes in embarrassment and covered his mouth with his hand: "Then I didn't use your bowl just now. I'm so sorry!"

(End of this chapter)