Iron pot, what kind of iron pot, where can I find an iron pot?
Ahachu immediately raised his head and looked around.
Looking in the direction pointed by the tribesman's arm, Aha Chu saw a large number of stacked iron pots.
He immediately threw the food behind his mind, hurried over in three steps, and looked at the iron pot fastened on a long wooden board.
"Sir, do you want to buy an iron pot?" When the waiter here saw Ahachu and others approaching, he immediately stood up and asked with a smile.
Aha looked at the iron pot and asked hesitantly: "Can I take a look first?"
The clerk was very talkative. He smiled and raised his hand, "Okay, sir, just be careful not to break it. Just take a look."
Aha put both hands solemnly on the edge of the iron pot and gestured to the size of the iron pot. A smile appeared on his face, obviously he was very satisfied with the size.
He carefully turned the iron pot over, first looked at the depth of the iron pot, and then at the edge of the pot. He lightly pinched the edge of the iron pot with his fingers, held it still, took it out, and carefully measured the thickness of the iron pot.
Finally, I tapped the iron pot a few times with my fingers and listened carefully to the sound it made.
After checking it over in this way, Aha was very satisfied with the iron pot in front of him. He raised his head and asked, "How do I change the iron pot?"
The waiter smiled and raised a finger, "A fat sheep, exchange for an iron pot."
The price is still as cheap as ever. The iron pots smuggled to the grasslands usually cost one pot for three fat sheep. Moreover, those iron pots are not as good as the iron pots in front of them in terms of size, depth, thickness, etc.
Aha made a prompt decision and immediately exchanged twenty fat sheep for twenty iron pots with his assistant. His abacus was very clear. Now the tribe has rich pastures with water and grass. As long as they are grazed well, there will be more cattle and sheep.
Milk production is still barely enough to eat.
Instead of replacing the fat sheep with grain, it would be better to replace it with an iron pot. Who knows how long the iron pot can be replaced? If he doesn't seize this opportunity to exchange for more, Aha Chu feels that he will suffer a loss.
Moreover, iron pots are in short supply on the grasslands. Even if he can't use them all, he can resell them to others, which is also a source of income.
Later, Ahachu discovered tea leaves in the exchange market. Faced with such a magical medicine, he couldn't even walk.
However, tea is more expensive. A brick tea weighing five kilograms would cost a fat sheep.
However, thinking that many people in the tribe were infected with the disease, Aha Chu still gritted his teeth and changed the five directions.
Salt exchange!
Cloth change!
Aha goes out to the exchange market and exchanges all the time, just like a big purchase.
"What's this?"
Aha stopped in front of a liquor store, smelled the aroma of wine in the air, and sniffed greedily.
"This is wine, the best spirit in Ming Dynasty." The waiter explained with a smile. Of course he was talking nonsense. This wine is good, but it is definitely not the best spirit in Ming Dynasty.
The best spirits of the Ming Dynasty are in short supply in the Ming Dynasty. Where can the excess be sold on the grassland?
The Royal Grain Industry of the Ming Dynasty purchases a large amount of grain every year, and the weather has been good in the past two years. Coupled with the supplement of Nanyang grain, the Ming Dynasty has no shortage of grain at all.
The price of grain has almost always remained close to the usual price per stone. The grain purchased by the Ming Dynasty Royal Grain Industry cannot be sold, and it is impossible to destroy it.
After all, this is food. Who dares to destroy it without authorization? Since the Ming Dynasty Royal Grain Industry has harvested food for a year, it has to purchase it several times every year. This leads to more and more food in the granary.
Over the past few years, there was a lot of old grain in the grain depot. In the end, the inventory was really out of stock, so we had to select the oldest batch of old grain for brewing.
Although the wine made from aged grains may not be weak in intensity, its taste is far from that of wine made from fine grains. Such wines could only be sold at the price of inferior wines in the Ming Dynasty, barely allowing the Royal Grain Industry of the Ming Dynasty to sell them.
Just get your money back.
But if you sell it on the grassland, you can make a lot of money.
As soon as he heard that this was wine, Ahachu couldn't help but his eyes lit up and he pursed his lips subconsciously. Although he had never drank wine, he knew that wine was something only found in large tribes.
"How did you change this wine?" He didn't expect that one day he would be able to enjoy the fine wine that only a large tribe could enjoy. Aha thought of changing it to a little to taste, which can be regarded as a leader of a large tribe.
addiction.
The waiter smiled and stretched out his finger, pointed at a jar and said: "This jar of strong wine weighs ten kilograms. It would be worth a fat sheep."
How much is ten pounds of liquor? It’s about the same size as a basketball.
Although Ahachu didn't know there was a basketball, he looked at the wine jar and shook his head, saying in rapid succession: "Ah~ it's too expensive. It's too expensive. Make it cheaper, for the sake of His Majesty the Ming Emperor."
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The clerk shook his head and explained: "This is already the cheapest price. That is, Ming Dynasty regards you as friends, so it will sell it to you at this price. You know, before this, ordinary drinks were sold on the grassland, so
A jar will be exchanged for a fat sheep."
"It's too expensive. I won't change it." Aha turned around and left with regret.
He really couldn't bear to part with such a fine wine, but no matter how reluctant he was, he couldn't make fun of the lives of his people.
The business was not completed, and the clerk was not upset. Instead, he said to everyone with a smile on his face: "If you can come and join Ming Dynasty, you are Ming Dynasty's friends. Ming Dynasty has always been generous to friends. When friends come, they will have fine wine. I will make the decision."
How about you guys having a drink?"
Aha was about to leave when several people came out, and he suddenly stood still as if roots had taken root in his feet.
Ahachu turned around and looked at the waiter in disbelief, and asked: "Do you think we are friends? Do you want to treat us to a drink?"
"Of course." The waiter said, took out a row of small porcelain bowls, picked up a wine jar, and filled all the bowls with a splash.
"It doesn't matter if your friend doesn't buy it. Let's treat you to a drink. As long as you agree, you can come to this friend to buy wine from now on." After the boy finished speaking, he smiled and extended his hand to signal.
Is there such a good thing? Aha was shocked. He could drink a bowl of fine wine without spending money, but he was recognized as a friend.
"Is it really not necessary to exchange it for a fat sheep?"
The waiter waved his hand domineeringly, "No need to spend money, just recognize us as a friend and just drink."
"Okay, Gulunbu Ahachu recognizes you as a friend. From now on, whenever Ahachu buys wine, he will definitely buy it from your friend." After Ahachu finished speaking, he immediately picked up a bowl and took a big sip.
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The strong alcohol entered his throat, which choked him a little at first, causing Ahachu's face to flush. But then a warmth spread in his chest, and an incomparable feeling of comfort spread throughout his body.
After closing his eyes and enjoying this feeling, Aha Chucai finally understood why people from the big tribes were proud of drinking fine wine.
This feeling is indeed so fascinating.
After several big sips, Aha drank the whole bowl of wine in a flash. He didn't even let go of the last bit of wine, and he drank until every drop was left.
Seeing the patriarch's infatuated expression, the others didn't know that this wine was really good. They all picked up their bowls, followed the patriarch's example, and drank it all quickly.
"Okay, good wine. Ahachu recognizes you as a friend." Ahachu was a little tipsy, but this feeling made him feel ecstatic and extremely comfortable.
"The Gulun tribe recognizes you as a friend. You are the real friend of the Gulun tribe." Others also echoed.
The waiter immediately smiled and bowed his hands to everyone, "Thank you, thank you very much. If you want to buy wine in the future, just remember to come to me."
"Don't worry, if the Gu Lun tribe wants to buy wine in the future, they will definitely come to you as a friend." Aha assured the boy.
Several people made solemn promises, said goodbye to their friends one by one, and continued shopping in the stock market.
Walking, walking, they came to the place where they bought candy.
"What is this?" Ahachu looked at the whole piece of brown sugar, placed on the wooden board like a stone.
When the waiter saw it, he stood up quickly and replied: "This is candy."
"What is sugar?" Aha asked again, puzzled.
The boy's face suddenly stiffened and he didn't answer for a long time. What is sugar? How could he answer?
Aha and others saw that the waiter was silent and looked at him curiously.
The waiter suddenly smiled bitterly and simply said: "Sugar is
What, we don’t know how to explain it. Let’s make the decision and let you taste it. After you taste it, you will know what sugar is.”
After saying that, the waiter cut off a piece of brown sugar. Just when Ahab was about to reach out and pick it up to taste, he saw the waiter cutting it into smaller pieces.
Each piece is about the size of the tip of your little finger.
So little? Compared to the friend who invited them to drink just now, the person in front of them is really stingy. He said he wanted to treat himself to a taste, but in the end he only gave him so little?
You are too stingy. Even if you give me a taste, you don’t want to be Ahachu’s friend.
At the waiter's signal, Ahachu carefully picked up a small piece and put it into his mouth.
"Hmm~" An experience he had never had before bloomed in his mouth. He was instantly excited, and then he felt a burst of happiness and joy.
A small piece of brown sugar quickly melted and disappeared in Ahachu's mouth.
"Here, how did you get this candy?" Aha Chu asked impatiently when he realized that there was no more candy in his mouth.
The waiter smiled and offered a price, "One pound for a fat sheep."
Expensive, too expensive, more expensive than spirits. A fat sheep can be exchanged for ten pounds of spirits, but in the end, it can only be exchanged for one pound of sugar.
Although Ahachu is reluctant to let go of Tang, he knows that he cannot afford to change her.
"It's too expensive, I can't afford it," Aha said to the waiter with great regret.
The clerk smiled and nodded, "It doesn't matter, just come back to us when the customer wants to buy it."
"Thank you" Aha said with some apology in his tone. After all, cannibals are soft-mouthed. He ate such precious things, so it was only natural to say thank you.
"You are also Ahachu's friend. When I buy candy from now on, I will be the first one I look for."
"Thank you, thank you so much." Now it was the waiter's turn to say thank you with a smile.
Aha ran away. He entered the pass with his tribe, cattle and sheep. After only staying for one day, he couldn't wait to take the tribe, cattle and sheep towards the pasture given to him by the Ming Dynasty.
He never forgets the Ming Dynasty's trading market, spirits, and sugar. But it is precisely because of this that he is eager to return to his pasture. Only if he raises more cattle and sheep as soon as possible can he exchange for
Intoxicating spirits and endless aftertaste of sugar.
A fast horse riding eight hundred miles rushed into the city gate of the capital in the afterglow of the setting sun.
Lao Zhu was leaning on a soft cushion, covered with a fur blanket. As people get older, they like heat and fear cold, so only when the blanket is warm can Lao Zhu feel comfortable.
Jiang Wei hurried over with a memorial, walked into the palace, and saw the emperor flipping through the book.
Called softly: "Your Majesty~"
Lao Zhu still lowered his head and looked at the book, but his breath suddenly became heavier, "What's the matter?"
Jiang Wei bowed, glanced at the emperor quietly, and replied slowly: "The people who went to Taiyuan are back."
With a "pop" sound, Lao Zhu immediately closed the book in his hand and raised his eyes to look at Jiang Wei.
Jiang Wei happened to meet the emperor's gaze, and suddenly saw two dots of blood in the emperor's pitch-black eyes. Jiang Wei trembled all over and quickly lowered his head.
"How to say?"
Facing the emperor's inquiry, Jiang Wei did not dare to delay, and quickly presented the memorial with both hands, "Your Majesty, please read it."
The old eunuch had long sensed that something was wrong in the atmosphere, and hurriedly ran down and brought the memorial to the emperor.
Lao Zhu pondered, stretched out his hand to take the memorial, opened it, lit it up by candlelight, and read carefully eye by line, when suddenly Lao Zhu's expression changed.
"Humph! Bastard!" Lao Zhu was instantly furious and suddenly slapped the memorial on the imperial case.
"Summon King Jin to come see me!"
That night, except for a very few people, no one knew what Lao Zhu said when he summoned King Jin. But from the next day, Lao Zhu issued an order to confine King Jin to the palace.
From this day on, news gradually spread that Zhu Fan was in panic in the palace and howling endlessly every day.
When Zhu Biao got the news, Zhu Fan had already
He has been imprisoned in the palace.
When he heard that his third brother had been banned from the palace by his father, Zhu Biao knew that things must have changed, and without caring about anything else, he immediately came to see his father.
Arriving outside Qianqing Palace, Prince Zhu Biao was blocked by a eunuch.
"The Emperor has said that if His Highness the Crown Prince comes, there is no need to ask for an audience. His Highness the Crown Prince, please come back."
When Zhu Biao saw that his father didn't even see him, he immediately knew that the matter was serious, and since it concerned his third brother, how could he dare to leave?
He took a deep breath and said, "Father, you don't even see me?"
"The emperor has said that he will not see you." The eunuch did not dare to offend the prince. He was in a dilemma and said with a bitter look on his face: "Your Highness, it is better not to put this slave in trouble, otherwise your head will be at risk."
How could Zhu Biao listen to a eunuch talking at this time? He swept his arms aside and swept the eunuch aside. Zhu Biao was a little fat, but that was not puffy, that was strong.
How could a little eunuch with no strength be his opponent? With just a wave of his hand, the eunuch couldn't stand, and he staggered and fell under the palace gate.
Before anyone could react, he quickly walked in.
Seeing that Zhu Biao dared to break into Qianqing Palace, a large group of guards immediately gathered and chased after Zhu Biao.
The movement of a large group of guards rushing into the hall instantly caught Lao Zhu's attention. Seeing Zhu Biao being stopped by the group of guards, Lao Zhu's face darkened and he waved his hand suddenly.
The guards immediately bowed and like the tide, they came in without saying a word and then left without saying a word.
Zhu Biao was the only one left in the entire hall.
Zhu Biao stepped forward again, bowed and said: "My son, I pay my respects to my father."
Lao Zhu was so angry that he suddenly grabbed a handful of memorials and threw them at Zhu Biao, angrily cursing: "Do you still think of me as your father? The second brother wants to rebel against me, and the third brother also wants to rebel against me. Now, Do you, the crown prince, also want to rebel against me?"
"I don't dare!" Zhu Biao knelt on the ground with a snap of his legs, and quickly lowered his head and prostrated.
"Don't you dare? Why don't you dare?" Old Zhu was so angry that his arm pointing at Zhu Biao was trembling, "Today you dare to force your way into the Qianqing Palace, will you dare to force the palace tomorrow?"
"My son, I have no such intention, no such intention." Zhu Biao kept kowtowing, "Father, I am afraid that the third brother's matter was framed by someone. The emperor confined the third brother in the palace, and the third brother was frightened. He spent the whole day Trembling and crying day and night.”
"That's enough!" Lao Zhu was furious and immediately interrupted Zhu Biao's words.
Zhu Biao felt a pressure as heavy as a mountain suddenly fell on his shoulders, making him breathless.
"False accusation? Who framed him? Me? Or the fourth child?" Lao Zhu stared at Zhu Biao angrily.
Zhu Biao wanted to speak for Zhu Fan, but under his father's power, he couldn't say a word.
Lao Zhu found the memorial and threw it in front of Zhu Biao, "Look carefully for yourself, what good things he did in Taiyuan! He secretly hid troops and horses, violated the law wantonly, and even ordered the massacre himself to avoid leaks. More than two hundred people. He personally admitted these things in front of me. How did I falsely accuse him? How did I falsely accuse him?"
Zhu Biao originally wanted to say that Zhu Fan and Zhu Di had been at odds since the Battle of Liaodong and wanted to change things. Unexpectedly, Zhu Fan had confessed everything in front of his father, which made him want to help. He couldn't even find a reason for his Zhu Biao.
"Father, the third brother was confused for a moment, so he asked his father to spare him this time. After all, he is his father's biological son and his biological brother." Seeing that he could not convince his father, Zhu Biao had no choice but to talk about family affection.
But it was okay that Zhu Biao didn't talk about family ties. When he mentioned Lao Zhu, he became even more angry and shouted: "Get out of here, get out of here!"
Of course Zhu Biao didn't want to leave. If he left just like that, it would be a big trouble to deal with Zhu Fan.
But he forgot that the Qianqing Palace was not something he, Zhu Biao, could keep if he wanted, at least not yet.
Seeing Zhu Biao kneeling on the ground and not moving, Lao Zhu shouted directly: "Come here, please take him out."
Upon hearing the sound, a group of guards ran in, lifted up Zhu Biao on the ground, and carried him out.
Zhu Biao himself was frightened by his father's rage in front of him. In the many years since he became the prince, when had he ever been betrayed by his father in the Qianqing Palace?