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When the day was about to dawn, Bai Yun happily sang that song and left, she wanted to go to Daxingyuan with her brother, and she agreed with him that she would not be seen in Daxingyuan.

Lu Peng and Bart were lying on the soft grass, looking at the white clouds in the sky, Lu Peng threw the jade pendant of the white cloud princess in his hand to Bart, who had been squatting in the distance for a night, full of frustration: "You don't need to treat me as your rival, I have my favorite wife at home." ”

Bart stood up with a bone: "Don't you stop liking other women just because you have your own wife?" ”

Lu Peng smiled and said, "Do you think I'm a stallion?" The heart belongs, one love is enough, where can I pretend to be the other? ”

Bart thought about it, and agreed with a fascination: "I'm just like you, in my eyes, the most beautiful thing in the world is the white clouds, and other women can't look at it anymore." ”

Lu Peng smiled and didn't answer again.

When the five-day time limit arrived, the trade officially began, and Lu Peng's caravan and the other caravans who rushed over began to display their goods and noisily trade with the Xianbei people.

The tribes within a radius of hundreds of miles around have rushed over, and the day of the opening of the market has arrived, and it is by this lake, bustling with people's heads.

The people of the tribe brought their surplus and exchanged them with the caravan for the necessities they needed. Life needs salt, medicinal herbs, iron pots, clothes, etc., etc., men need spirits, women need beautiful cloth and delicate accessories, bright emollient rouge gouache, here, there are almost no unsalable things, everything is in demand.

Of course, Lu Peng can't intervene in the matter of commodity exchange, so naturally the second brother's shopkeeper and their buddies will do it. Now the fastest selling here is white silk and salt, and the vast grassland is full of men and women with hata around their necks. Friends and brothers who haven't seen each other for a long time, when they meet, they have to offer their most sincere blessings to each other, so Hada and salt are sprinkled here.

Lu Peng's favorite thing to do in a day is this, greet the leaders of each tribe, offer his so-called Hada and salt, it doesn't matter if he doesn't make sense of words, as long as he sees the Xianbei people, he will send snow-white salt cubes, and then stretch out his arms and bend down, and you will immediately get a return gift, of course, it is also a white Hada and a white and precious salt, and then accept their warm and outrageous hospitality.

The mutton is very good, but the roast is not very cooked, and the ghee is warm all over the body, but what he misses the most is something else.

Lu Peng believes that with half a catty of high wine, it can arouse these Xianbei warriors to become drunk cats, which is actually very cost-effective, when the most basic survival group of a nation is hollowed out by spirits, and if you don't drink, your hands tremble, and if you don't drink, you will be weak, which is more cost-effective than the tens of millions of troops to fight, especially the wine they drink, or spend cattle and sheep and exchange it for themselves, it is more cost-effective.

When the men of the caravan put twenty catties of salt in front of one of the strongest oxen, signaling that the Xianbei people could take the salt, and they wanted to take away the cow, the Xianbei people were very happy.

Therefore, the later transaction is more convenient, as long as the twenty catties of a bag of salt are hung on the horns, the Xianbei people will automatically tie the mane woven rope to the cow, take away the salt quickly, and hand the rope into the hands of the caravan guys, and the remaining little salt is not enough to exchange for a cow, so the shopkeeper will give the salt bag and the remaining salt to the Xianbei people according to his bold character. Thus, the people of the caravan were embraced by the most sincere Xianbei people. They have long forgotten that they are still fighting to the death with the Han people.

The consequence of this was that when the Xianbei people sent themselves to the next market, they could still hear the Xianbei women standing on the meadow singing sad songs, which made the hearts of all the people in the caravan feel uneasy.

"Twenty catties of salt for a cow, old shopkeeper, yes, it seems that our transaction is very successful, you will run this business in the future, give me all the cattle in exchange, and I will give you an extra hundred catties of salt and a horse of linen for a cow."

Now, the promotion of salt pans has reduced the cost of salt to an outrageous price, and the production has begun to show a little bit of surplus, opening the market for salt farmers is equivalent to opening up the source of financial revenue for themselves.

And with these cheap salt in exchange for cattle back, although not as good as the inland cattle farming, but there is better than nothing, a farming ox can be worth the efficiency of five strong laborers to pull the plow, as long as these farming cattle join, the efficiency of agriculture can be improved, in this way, their own material reserves will be more abundant, to deal with the future Cao Cao, will be more confident.

"We don't lie to Xianbei people, we have to be honest, you remember this to death, never fool Xianbei people, although their intelligence is relatively low, but people who can survive in the ice and snow must have his superiority, tough, strong, admitting death is some of the characteristics, as long as you deceive them once, you will never want to get their forgiveness in your life.

Of course, this is for ordinary herdsmen, for those cunning snake-like heads, you had better have more eyes, the more noble people have more eyes, and the worse they are. So, you have to avoid dealing with those people. ”

The old and sophisticated Su Shuang didn't bother to pay attention to Lu Peng.

"Fair trade must be strictly enforced, every cow, like this." Lu Peng was afraid of hitting the cow in front of him: "You must have twenty catties of salt, and you must not deduct it." Then he assured the old shopkeeper: "I will order Zhao Yun's three thousand wolf riders to directly block the trade routes in this area, and clearly stipulate that those other merchants must implement this price without deception." Whoever violates it, I will silence this caravan from the world at once. ”

Pound covered his face, he had seen the crime said so high-sounding and high-sounding, but he had never seen such a complete shamelessness as his fourth brother.

The salt of the salt field for more than ten yuan will be exchanged for a bullock, and the bulf will be sold to the people at a price of 8,000 yuan, even if it is paid off in three years, it is a huge profit in the windfall of profits.

No, it's not profiteering, it's definitely violence.

Of course, this guy can still pat the old shopkeeper on the shoulder and say triumphantly: "Of course, I will not cut off your wealth, I will pay you back the principal in three years at the price of 4,000 yuan per head." Then he even shamelessly reminded the old shopkeeper: "By the way, according to the rules of the three of our brothers, I have one-third of the four thousand dollars, and I must not be relied upon." ”

Pang De could only wail and fell on the grassland, the smell of grass was very fragrant, but it couldn't offset the smell of copper from Lu Peng. Disgusting.

(End of chapter)

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