The weather in Majiagang is getting colder and colder, and the smallpox of the little cub's father finally shows signs of healing.

The little cub still hadn't contracted smallpox, and no matter whether he had been serving his father or the pox that he had given him when he had just landed, there was not the slightest sign of infection.

If it weren't for the pox vaccine that worked on Shang Jia Cheng Dawei, Ma Gui and the others would have thought that the pox vaccine they brought was frozen.

This is a magical little cub, after Ma Gui asked him three times in a row whether he had any smallpox and was denied, Ma Zongbing was finally able to determine one thing - this is a magical little cub.

He was not afraid of smallpox by nature.

With a little bit of Spanish foundation, the cub can learn Chinese faster than others, and at least a little vocabulary can be understood.

In a lot of time, a few sentences of everyday words that people often say can be clearly expressed in Chinese.

The tribe of Anian to the west drove elk along the wind-swept shores this winter, carrying walrus tusks and furs, to begin this winter's trade.

"We traded this spring, and agreed to trade again next spring, but now we are here because the tribe does not have enough food reserves?"

At Magui's behest, the banner army in charge of trading with the Anian people came out of their warm house and chatted with the visiting Anian caravan in the open space of the camp to avoid the winter, counting the goods they had brought.

When Cheng Dawei heard the news, he got out of the urn buried in the soil in half of the house, wrapped in fur and leaning on the side with his two hands, looking at the exotic visitor in a new way, his face that had long been frozen was blown by the cold wind, and his eyes were almost gone.

Listening to Zhou Junan, Zuo Baihu, Majiagang has not yet reached the coldest time, and it will be two months later, and when the time comes, you will be able to freeze your eyelashes into snowflakes after half a moment when you go 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 land, but they gave it to Magui to let them recuperate here.

However, the goods do not seem to be valuable, either walrus ivory, walrus bones, or raw hides full of deerbacks, and then there are rough weaving and dyeing materials, which are far less than domestic manufacturing, but they are strange.

Cheng Dawei looked at it, his hand was just covered by the big hair sleeve on the abacus on his waist, and he didn't dial the beads, so he calculated the price of the goods carried by the seven-headed deer in Beizhili.

He calculated the price of these things, and the head of the Yanian transport team had not yet figured out how to change the dialect to Chinese, and was deducing the meaning of what the flag army said word by word.

There were one or two banner armies left in the several tribes that Magui passed through on his migration, not only for the purpose of transmitting information, but also for learning the local language and teaching Chinese.

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

"You don't need to help, it's a good help to be able to trade." With a peaceful smile, the Yanian merchant was not at all as uncomfortable as Cheng Dawei in the face of the cold wind, and said: "The spices are what the second general and the giant spirit want, and you can't cook meat without these things in winter, but there are spices in the accumulation mountain, but it is only enough for the Bull Demon King to use himself, and the red boy wants to eat bacon." ”

"Something on the backs of four deer, spices and bacon."

Hum Ha Erjun, Giant Spirit, and Bull Demon King are all the names of the leaders of the Yanian tribe, and Ma Gui originally wanted to use "Journey to the West" to name them, but this time he sailed to Zhuangyuan Bridge, and the pronunciation of Zheng Tu's name in Zhenguanxi gave him a new idea.

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

The only exception is this tribe of merchants, whose leader is called the Waist Drum because of his two large cheekbones.

Although the name is not imposing, the tribe of the Tun Drum is large and the tribe is relatively wealthier, they live by fishing, hunting and gathering, and Magui also taught them how to cultivate wheat when they cross the border, and now they are only getting richer.

These strange names made Cheng Dawei next to him hear the clouds, but he understood the price of the price, and couldn't help but smack his tongue secretly...... The things on the backs of four deer are worth more than 100 taels, so exchange them for spices and bacon?

The banner army who entertained the merchant Jia regarded it as normal, nodded and rubbed his hands, took out the notes he carried, leaned against the wood and recorded them, and then looked up and asked, "What about the other three?" ”

"That's ours, we want to exchange it for a pound of white salt and two poles of gunfire for you to eat, and we will sacrifice to the gods after the winter passes, in addition to these, we have heard that you can make farm tools, so I want to ask you to make some farm tools."

After he finished speaking, the banner army got up and nodded and asked the seven reindeer to be pulled away to unload, and beckoned to the merchant: "Let's go, go into the house and warm up, I'll go and talk to the marshal." ”

After saying that, he ran faster than a rabbit.

He didn't let Shang Jia wait too long, and quickly brought back Ma Gui's reply, and in the warm room with the stove, he took his notes and said to Shang Jia: "Ma Shuai has agreed, your goods are exchanged for ten catties of various spices, and two hundred catties of bacon." ”

"There is no problem with salt and guns, there are ready-made ones in the farm tool warehouse, but it is not easy for you seven deer to take away, the marshal said to send the flag army to send you back by boat."

"There are still some things, I want you to go back and tell the chiefs of the tribes on behalf of Ma Shuai, we have carts, and we can also hang them on the deer, and the flat ground can pull many things; There are also boats, and we can't build long-distance sea ships, but we can't build small boats for offshore voyages. ”

"Ma Shuai wants to invite the leaders of all tribes to visit Majiagang next spring, wood is needed to make these things, and I hope that all departments can cut down good timber in their spare time, and our people will naturalize the logging forest farm for you, which will not affect hunting and farming, and the timber will be transported to the coast, and our big ships will bring the timber back."

"Every time we transport a large ship of wood, we will make a small boat, if you need a car, just give a little more wood than the manufacturing, but there is no road that can take the car here, so Ma Shuai wants you to build the flat road first."

"In the same way, we plan to connect the tribes together and make it easier to trade with each other."

Just as the merchants of Alan were discussing with the flag army in Majiagang, at the mouth of the bay two hundred miles away, a small Spanish warship loaded with artillery chased a small boat with hundreds of materials into the bay.

Farther beyond the bay, flocks of Daifuku boats, laden with their loads, sail to the bay as the waves rise and fall.

On the fluttering Dafu ship, Fu Yuan opened the binoculars, and he saw the bay composed of land and sea, which meant that he would soon reach the end of the voyage, Majia Port.

But then his brow furrowed, and in the painting-like scenery in the distance, two unintelligible things floated on the sea, one behind the other, heading towards his target, Majiagang.

The cheers of the sailors rang out on the blessed boat.

"Asia! Asia! ”

Book Keju Reading Website: