open sea

Chapter 689 Trade
The weather in Majiagang is getting colder and colder, and Xiao Zai'er's father's smallpox finally shows signs of recovery. Ma Gui estimates that Xiao Zai'er's father will have pockmarks after he recovers.

The cub was still not infected with smallpox, regardless of whether he had been serving his father all the time or the pox vaccine he had just given him when he landed, there was no sign of the slightest infection.

If the vaccine hadn't worked on merchant Cheng Dawei, Ma Gui and the others thought the vaccine they brought had been frozen.

This is a miraculous little boy. After Ma Gui asked him three times in a row whether he had had smallpox but was denied, Ma Zongbing was finally able to confirm one thing - this is a miraculous little boy.

He was not naturally afraid of smallpox.

With a little background in Spanish, it is faster for Xiao Zaier to learn Chinese than others, and at least a little bit of vocabulary can be understood.

Most of the time, a few daily expressions that people usually say can be clearly expressed in Chinese with gestures.

The Yanian tribe in the west drove the elk along the coast where the wind howled with walrus tusks and furs this winter, hoping to start their trade this winter.

"We traded this spring and agreed to trade again next spring. Is it because the tribe has not enough food reserves?"

Under Ma Gui's instruction, the Banner Army responsible for trading with the Yanian people got out of their warm house, and chatted with the visiting Yanian caravan in the open space of the winter camp while counting the goods they brought.

When Mr. Cheng heard the news, he got out of the urn that half of the house was buried in the soil. He was wrapped in a fur cloak and leaned on the side with his hands in his pockets. When the cold wind blows, I can't even look at it, and my eyes are almost gone.

According to Zhou Junan from Zuo Baihu, Majiagang has not yet reached the coldest time, and it will take another two months. By that time, the eyelashes will be frozen into snowflakes within half a minute after going out.

As a merchant with a keen sense of smell, he looked at the goods brought by these Yanian people. Cheng Dawei heard that there are many tribes in Yanian, scattered in the vast land northwest of Majiagang, and even Majiagang itself is their own. The land, but give it to Magui so that they can recuperate here.

However, the goods don’t seem to be expensive, either walrus ivory, walrus bone, or raw hides full of deer’s back, and there are rough weaving and dyeing fabrics, far from being made in China, but they are more unique.

Cheng Dawei watched with his eyes, his hands were only covering the abacus around his waist through his big fur sleeves, and he didn't move the beads. He calculated the prices of the goods carried by these seven deer in Beizhili in his mind.

He calculated the prices of these things. The leader of the Yanian transportation team hadn't figured out how to change the dialect into Chinese, and was trying to figure out the meaning of what the Banner Army said word by word.

In the tribes that Magui passed through during his migration, there were one or two Banner troops, not only for passing information, but also for learning the local language and teaching Chinese.

Those people have been in Ya Nian for a year, and the Chinese proficiency of the people in Ya Nian is far higher than that of other places.

"You don't need to help, it's a good help if you can trade." Yanian businessman showed a peaceful smile, facing the cold wind, he didn't feel as uncomfortable as Cheng Dawei, and said: "The spices are what the second general and the giant spirit want. You can’t cook meat in winter without these things, there are spices in the accumulation mountain, but it’s only enough for the Bull Demon King himself, and the red boy wants to eat bacon.”

"Four stags in exchange for spices and bacon."

Hum Ha Erjiang, Giant Spirit, and Bull Demon King are all the names of the leaders of the Yanian tribe. Ma Gui originally thought that they should be named after "Journey to the West", but this time he sailed to Zhuangyuan Bridge, and the name of Zheng Tu in Zhenguanxi was pronounced. Give him new ideas.

He decided that in the future, the west of Majiagang would be "Journey to the West", and the east would be "Water Margin". If it is not enough, then he will think about other books.

The only exception is this tribe of merchants. Their leaders are called waist drums because of their huge cheekbones.

Although the name is not impressive enough, the tribe with waist drums is very large, and the tribe is relatively richer. They live by fishing, hunting and gathering. Magui taught them how to cultivate wheat when they crossed the border. Now they will only become richer.

Mr. Cheng next to him was confused by these strange names, but he understood the prices here, and couldn't help but click his tongue secretly... The things on the backs of the four deer are worth more than a hundred taels, so how about some spices and bacon?

The Banner Army who entertained the merchants took it as normal, nodded and rubbed his hands, took out the note he was carrying and leaned against the wood to record it, then raised his head and asked, "Where are the other three?"

"It's ours. I want to exchange a catty of white salt and two guns for you to eat. After winter, you will sacrifice to the gods. Besides these, we also heard that you can make farm tools, so I want to ask you to make some farm tools."

After he finished speaking, Banner Army got up and nodded his head to ask the seven reindeer to be taken away to unload the goods. He waved to the merchants, "Go, let's go into the house to warm up. I'll go and tell the commander-in-chief."

After speaking, he ran faster than a rabbit.

He didn't make the merchants wait too long, and quickly brought back Magui's reply. In the warm room with a burning stove, he took a note and said to the merchants: "Ma Shuai agreed, and your goods will be exchanged for ten catties of various spices." , two hundred catties of bacon."

"There is no problem with salt and guns. There are ready-made farm tools in the warehouse, but these things are not easy for you seven deer to take away. The commander said that he would send the flag army to take you back by boat."

"There are still some things. I want you to go back and tell the leaders of the ministries on behalf of Ma Shuai. We have carts, which can also be hung on deer, and can pull many things on flat ground; there are also boats. We don't have enough manpower to build long-distance sea boats, but Small boats for offshore sailing can be built.”

"Ma Shuai would like to invite the leaders of the tribes to visit Majiagang next spring. Wood is needed to make these things. I hope that all the ministries can cut down good wood in their spare time. Our people will be naturalized for you. The logging farm will not affect hunting and farming, and the transportation of wood will not be affected. When we reach the coast, our big ships will bring back the timber."

"Every time a large ship of wood is transported, we will make a small boat. If you need a car, you only need to give a little more wood than the one you made. However, there is no road here that can be used by cars, so Ma Shuai wants you to repair the flat road first. come out."

"In the same way, let's plan to connect the tribes together, so that it will be more convenient to trade with each other."

When Yanian merchants were negotiating with the Banner Army in Majia Port, at the mouth of the bay two hundred miles away, a small Spanish warship loaded with artillery chased a small boat with a hundred materials and sailed into the bay.

On the sea farther away from the bay, groups of Dafu boats are fully loaded with luggage, and they are also sailing to the bay with the undulating waves.

On the floating Dafu boat, Fu Yuan opened the binoculars, and he saw the bay formed by the land and the sea, which meant that he would soon arrive at the destination of the voyage, Majia Port.

However, his brows furrowed immediately after him, and in the picturesque scenery in the distance, two unidentifiable objects floated one after the other on the sea, sailing towards his target Majiagang.

The waterman's cheers sounded on the lucky boat.

"Asia! Asia!"

(End of this chapter)