If it is an ordinary official, when he sees these things that are very beneficial to production, he will definitely find a way to buy a set and take them back to China. But Yelu Buhua is not an ordinary person, and when he saw a strange thing, he went out of the livestock market.

Next to the livestock market, there is a market for agricultural implements, pasture tools, and vehicles. The vehicles sold here are really different from the Khitan, mainly trucks, two large iron and wooden wheels, and a low cargo compartment on top. This car can't sit at a glance, and Yelu doesn't even have the interest to look at it.

That's positioning. Yelu Buhua positioned himself as a merchant, and he was not interested in the means of production, but only in the goods that made money.

In the past, there is the vegetable market, which is the most lively place and crowded with people.

This season, there are no vegetables, but there are still plenty of stalls. Some rare leafy greens, such as spinach, cabbage, leeks, shallots, etc., are particularly conspicuous. Shelf-stable radish, onions, yams, etc., are sold at many stalls. The best business is still soybean sprouts, mung bean sprouts and other bean sprouts. This season, bean sprouts are the cheapest and most readily available fresh vegetables.

Yelu Buhua's eyes straightened, it was the first time he had seen these things sold in a small place. He was born into a royal family, and he never ate so much in winter. But I didn't know that this was the time when the camp was being reclaimed, and Du Zhongxiao specially set aside a vegetable garden, which was planted and stored, and sold in this season. These things look inconspicuous, but the profits are extremely high, as much as ten times the profit of growing food. It's a pity that the Volcano Army is too small and has a limited market, so it can't make too much money.

Yelu Buhua walked and watched and admired the prosperity here. These things represent the standard of living in a place. There are many garrisons here in the Volcano Army, and they receive money every month, and Du Zhongxiao does not deduct it, and there is a fixed consumer group.

Next to the wet market is the poultry market. There are not many chickens and ducks, but there are many people who have a basket in front of them to sell eggs. These are mostly Han people who are engaged in field work, raising chickens and laying eggs and are reluctant to eat them, so they sell them for some daily necessities. This habit of the Han people makes Xiangbu particularly envious, and in recent months, he has been persuading his own people to not only work in the fields, but also raise some money changers in their spare time.

Outside, there are small stalls set up by nearby mountain people. All kinds of strange things in the mountains, from unknown wild fruits, to prey hunted in the mountains, and all kinds of herbs, are next to each other in a small stall. On the edge of the stall, a few tooth people with scales gathered together to gossip.

The ordinary people who sell goods here have no scales and cannot afford to buy them. It's all tooth people who help with small businesses.

At the end of the vegetable market, there was a stall with a shed on each side, and a wine flag was erected on one side, and the word "oil" was written on the other side.

Yelu Buhua was overjoyed: "Your wine here is good, is it sold in the market?" ”

Tao Seventeen said: "There is an official wine shop, and I come here every market day." On this day, it is cheaper than usual, and many people in the vicinity buy wine from here and take it back to drink. It's just that the wine here is not good, and the officials want to drink it, so they should go back to the village. ”

After hearing this, Yelu Buhua understood that the bazaar was convenient for the people, and the price was mainly low, and good goods were not sold here. When I walked to the front, I saw several large vats in the shop, and a large number of clay bottles on the side, many people bought them and put them in the clay vases to take away. The Tibetan people like wine, and they have no money, and the cheaper it is, the more they like it. It's a pity that the price of spirits in this era is there, and the so-called cheap is nothing more than water.

Shaking his head, Yelu prepared to walk away without spending anything. When I turned my head, I saw a lot of fried foods such as twist flowers and fried dough sticks in the oil shop opposite, and even fried fish, fried meat, fried tofu and other dishes, which looked particularly attractive.

Feeling strange, Yelu Buhua asked Tao Seventeen beside him: "Why is this oil shop not selling lamp oil?" How can there be food? ”

Tao Seventeen said: "Lang Jun misunderstood, what is sold here is not lamp oil, but oil for eating." This oil lamp is very smoky and not easy to use. ”

At this time, there is very little oil used in daily life, and the largest amount is sesame oil, which is used for frying, and can also be used to light lamps, and the oil smoke is smaller. As for the poor, sesame oil, a by-product of growing hemp weaving, is widely used. Others include almonds, red and blue flowers, tung oil, etc., which are mostly lit, and soybean oil is very rare. The reason for this is that the biggest use of oil at this time is not to eat, but to light a lamp. The effect of soybean oil is not good, and it is food itself, so it is not suitable for oil extraction. Only by promoting stir-fried vegetables like Du Zhongxiao can the superiority of soybean oil be reflected.

Listening to Tao Seventeen's words, Yelu Buhua shook his head again and again: "The oil is used for food, and the oil is not good after it is fried, and how much food is fried out?" The price of this thing is bound to be high, where can ordinary people afford it? ”

Tao Qiqi said with a smile: "Lang Jun, we are different from the northern country here, there is not much oil for frying and eating, and most of it is used for cooking. Not to mention that the fried vegetables are extremely fragrant, even when cooking, adding two drops of oil also has a fragrant taste. ”

This kind of thing Yelu Buhua can't understand, in his mind, cooking vegetables is naturally meat, how can there be a lack of oil? But I don't know how many pieces of meat can poor people eat a year? Most of the time, it's just vegan cooking. At this time, a few drops of oil are added, and the taste is very different. Even if you make tofu and add a few drops of oil when you cook it, the taste is very different from boiling it in plain water.

Du Zhongxiao first squeezed soybean oil for stir-frying, and after it became popular, poor people would also buy a bottle at home. They can't afford to fry vegetables, so when they cook something, they put two drops on it, and the taste is obviously different from boiled in plain water. At this time, oil became a daily food, and it really opened up the market. Many households in the mountains will come here to buy bottles of oil and take them back, either to light the lamp or to have some oil stars in the dishes.

Seeing that Yelu Buhua still didn't believe it, Tao Seventeen said: "It's not early, let's go over there and ask for some food." Lang Jun has eaten it, and he knows the beauty of this thing. ”

Yelu Buhua also felt a little hungry and nodded in agreement. The group went out of the vegetable market and arrived at the place where food was sold.

There are several stalls here, except for one that has a shed, and the rest are open-air. The most crowded family built a large pot on the ground, and it was full of soup. It's nothing more than bones, water and the like bought cheaply from the meat stall next to it, put it in a pot, add various spices, and cook it together. There are also cakes sold, which are made of white flour mixed with various dried vegetables, which has a bit of a noodle taste, but in fact, most of them are vegetables. Most of the people who come here have no money, and the food of white noodles is distressing to eat, but the wild vegetables can still be eaten, mainly because they taste some meat in the soup.

There were a lot of people drinking soup next to this pot, and Tao Seventeen took Yelu Buhua, bypassed the crowd, and entered the shed.

After choosing a table and sitting down, a servant ran over, poured tea, and asked, "What does the guest officer use?" ”

Tao Seventeen said: "Let's have a few dishes first." A pork stir-fried spinach with mung bean sprouts, a scrambled egg with leeks, a plate of tofu, and a plate of cooked lamb. If you have a bottle of good wine, you will bring a large bowl of noodle soup per person. ”

The little guy agreed and ran away quickly. In a few moments, he served cooked mutton and tofu, and brought a bottle of wine.

Yelu Buhua saw that the tofu in the dish was all large, dark brown in color, and steaming, and said, "I haven't eaten such tofu." ”

Tao Seventeen said: "This tofu is marinated in broth, it tastes fragrant, Lang Jun tastes it." ”

A few people drank a glass of wine, Yelu Buhua picked up a piece of tofu and tasted it, and said in his mouth: "It's really delicious." Strange, this tofu meat has a strong flavor, if you don't say it, you think it's a large piece of meat. ”

Tao Seventeen said: "The broth is marinated, but it's not meaty?" This item sells very well with us, and it is loved by young and old. ”

In this era, people have less oil and water in their stomachs, and a little meat is already a delicacy, and the tofu is fat, of course, everyone loves to eat.

Yelu Buhua ate two slices, turned his head and saw a big stove over there with a red fire, and the cook turned over in a pot on it, feeling novel, and asked Tao Seventeen: "What is that kind of food?" It's a bit weird to look at. ”

Tao Seventeen said: "That's stir-fry." Lang Jun tasted it, and he knew that it was delicious. ”

The taste of the stir-fry is not really important, it is just a way to cook it. Du Zhongxiao attaches so much importance to it that even the stalls in the market are promoted, in fact, it is still oil.

Although the location of the Volcano Army is remote, Tanglong Town is the main transportation route to the northern prairie. In order to develop commerce, it is necessary to have large quantities of goods that can be traded. What's in this area of the Volcano Army? Tea, silk and the like have Yanmen Zhai Field, and we must find another way.

In addition to the sugar sold, oil was the chosen bulk of the trade. Don't think that nomads have meat to eat and are not short of oil, in fact, they rarely eat meat once, and they love oil more than farming people. Eating a lot of sugar and liking fried food are the habits of nomadic people.