Hailina's open-mindedness and selflessness made the old man feel ashamed.

However, even so, the old man has controlled 200,000 slang rights for decades, and the desire for power has long been deeply rooted in the bone marrow.

Suddenly let him give up this right, how could he give it up so easily.

In the eyes of some people, the happiness of the race is obviously more important than their own happiness.

When the old man heard Hailina's words, he only lowered his head for a moment and hesitated, then raised his head and smiled: "Little sister, the eighteen village slang people in your charge add up to only thirty or forty thousand people. Old man, I have 200,000 slang people under my hands.

Your manpower is a little insignificant compared to mine.

The old man's words and deeds are related to the lives of 200,000 slang people.

You let the old man and I take 200,000 slang people under my command to take refuge in the adult you said they had never met. This is a bit too child's play. ”

Haili knew what her brother wanted.

But it's a pity that Yang Yansi only gave her and Peng Pai and her party the power to collect slang and bureaucrats, but did not give them the corresponding power to give authority to others.

What the old man wanted, Haili couldn't agree, and he couldn't make decisions for Yang Yansi.

Peng Pai also saw this, and he also saw the entanglement and embarrassment on Haili's face, so he spoke up: "What the old man said is reasonable, everyone has their own ambitions, and we can't force the old man to take refuge in us." ”

"Forcing the old man?" The old man smiled indifferently, and said lightly: "Forgive me and don't dare." ”

Peng Pai smiled, "Uncle, since this topic can't be discussed, why don't we change the topic?" ”

The old man raised his eyebrows and glanced at Peng Pai, "You Han people are like this, you always have flowers in your stomach, you can say anything, and I just have to listen to the old man." ”

Peng Pai nodded, "Uncle, since you are unwilling to take refuge in our young master, why don't we discuss and do business?" ”

"Business?" The old man looked at Peng Pai with interest, his eyes narrowed, and he chuckled: "What business do you want to talk to the old man?" ”

Peng Pai Zhengse said: "We want to borrow 40,000 yuan from your cottage, and as for the price, we will open it with your cottage." ”

The old man was stunned, "Borrow 40,000 soldiers, and I will make a price with the old man?" Aren't you afraid that the old man and my lion will open his mouth? ”

Peng Pai said indifferently: "In the next word, it is difficult for the horse to chase." ”

The old man pondered for a moment and said tentatively: "Old man, I want 400,000 loads of grain, what do you think?" ”

For the slang people in the mountains and forests, food is far more useful than gold and silver.

The mountainous woodland is not suitable for growing grain, and the village has a large population, and they rely on hunting to make a living on weekdays, and in spring and autumn, the strong people in the village will go out to loot to barely survive.

400,000 quintals of grain, plus some game, are enough for the strong people in the village to eat for a season.

As for the old and weak women and children in the village, they are never counted among the old people.

Hearing the old man ask for food, Peng Pai was stunned.

The shameful self-esteem in the sea almost found a crack in the ground and got in.

"Is it too much? 300,000 quintals, no less. ”

The corners of Peng Pai's mouth twitched, and he didn't say anything, so he reduced his weight by 100,000 quintals.

Haili covered his face and said in a low voice: "Brother, don't talk about it......"

Now in Yang Yansi's hands, the most important thing is food.

There were as many as two million quintals of grain in the city of Miza, and half of the one million quintals of grain seized from the city were transported to Miza.

In addition, after Yang Yanding occupied Licheng, there were more than 2 million quintals of grain hoarded in Licheng.

And that's not even counting the grain Geng Jinhua was looting around.

300,000 quintals of grain for 40,000 strong is really cost-effective.

The old man thought he wanted more, but in fact, it was in the eyes of Hai Li and Peng Pai. The old man wanted so little that even they were embarrassed.

There is no need to report this matter to Yang Yansi, Peng Pai can make the decision.

Peng Pai held back a smile and said in a deep voice: "Uncle, 400,000 quintals is 400,000 quintals, and we won't lose a cent of your food." We are responsible for the grain and grass consumed on the way out of the 40,000 elite battles. ”

The old man was stunned, "You mean, you also cover the food and grass they spend on the way to battle?" ”

Peng Pai nodded sincerely.

The old man looked at Peng Pai like a fool, and did not hide the joy on his face at all.

"So, that's it. Don't deceive the old man, otherwise, the 200,000 slang people in the village will not agree. ”

Peng Pai looked at the old man like a fool, and said righteously: "The old man just has to rest assured, one less grain, and cut off his head for you." ”

Both sides look at each other like fools.

But they were all very satisfied with each other's requests.

The slang people present looked at Peng Pai as if they were looking at a fool.

The slang and wingmen who followed Peng Pai looked at them as if they were looking at fools.

Haili wanted to talk a few times, maybe she was the only one in this who was not looked at as a fool.

She couldn't say the language in her belly.

Later, it could only turn into a sigh.

The two sides negotiated the conditions, and the old man looked majestic and scolded: "Highbury, how can you treat your guests like this, and don't let them loosen your ties quickly." ”

Highbury removed the rope from Peng Pai's body, and Peng Pai rubbed his wrist with a smile on his face.

"The old man is wise, and he is ashamed of himself. In Xia Pengpai, I haven't asked my father-in-law what his surname is? ”

The old man waved his hand, invited Peng Pai to sit on the upper seat, and laughed: "Old Han Haishan, Ping Tian is the owner of Shanhai Village." ”

Peng Pai immediately clenched his fists, showing a look of adoration.

"It turned out to be the lord of the sea village, the name of the lord of the sea village, and I heard it outside the mountain. The lord of Haizhai commanded 200,000 slang people, and his prestige was great, and he was greatly admired. ”

Haishan was stunned for a moment, and then smiled: "Old man, do I still have a reputation in Handi?" Hahaha......"

Haishan regarded Peng Pai as a fortune boy, and greeted Peng Pai very carefully, and at the end of the banquet, he also sent someone to give Peng Pai two Han female slaves.

Peng Pai made a loud calculation in his heart, since the slang people in the mountains were so cheap, he was thinking about whether he could coax some more slang people to go down the mountain.

When the moon first rose, Peng Pai went to the house in the sea to discuss the specific route of the march.

As soon as he entered the room in the sea, Peng Pai sighed for a long time, "Hey~ I made a mistake, I thought it would cost a lot of money to borrow 40,000 strong." But he didn't expect that only 400,000 quintals of grain would be spent. If I knew it was so cheap, I should have asked for more people. ”

Peng Pai came to Haili's side, helped her beat her legs, and said, "Old lady, are there other such big villages in this mountain forest, I want to go around more." ”

Hai Li couldn't help but glance at Peng Pai, and said angrily: "You kid got cheap and behaved, and deceived my brother for not understanding the truth about Jiaozhi?" Believe it or not, the old body exposed your conspiracy? ”