Chapter 97 The semen female partner chooses to farm (47)
She had said before why the Tatars outside the customs attacked the city every New Year's Eve.
Because of lack of supplies!
Nowadays, the supplies in the Yanguan market are increasing day by day as she transfers them from Nanman and other counties along the way. The Tatars even thought of disguising themselves as common people in the pass and sneaking in to trade. This shows that they actually don't want to fight.
In the lean days, who would like to fight if there are sufficient supplies? Even militants have to eat first, right?
"In this case, we will set up a large market in the area connecting the inside and outside of the customs. We will hold a big market every ten and a half days to facilitate the people inside and outside the customs to trade. Of course, in order to prevent the traders from having militants mix in, which will cause problems to the people inside the customs
If there is a threat, a firearms battalion team can be sent to the scene to maintain order. If anyone disrupts the order, shoot into the air as a warning. If they refuse to obey the order, they will be shot on the spot."
"That's right." Yan Kejin thought of something with her, "It will not only scare the monkeys, but also scare the Tatars. Let's see if they dare to invade our great Yanhua."
The couple met and worked out a feasible plan, and Yan Kejin went back to the military camp to convene a meeting with the soldiers.
Xu Yin took Mammy and others to count the large quantities of goods in the warehouse, and when the market was set up, they went there to trade.
It would be best to exchange more wool and sheepskins from the Tatars and see if we can use the existing textile machines to spin cashmere thread to knit sweaters.
It really didn't work, so she, a little mechanical expert trained by the system's skill books, had no choice but to modify one.
Cow and goat milk are also quite good nutritional supplements, but storage is a problem.
I wonder if the Tatars have invented milk powder or how to make cheese. If not, she can help them.
Xu Yin felt that she could always trust King Jinnan's work efficiency.
No, the plan to open the market was made at noon, and in the afternoon I took my men to select a location.
The captured Tatars were released.
The news that Yanguan Military Camp plans to open a large market, which will be held every fifth day, to welcome people from inside and outside the pass to trade, needs to be spread through their mouths.
Not to mention the reaction of the Tatars, the people in the pass were opposed to it anyway.
When they heard that it was proposed by King Jinnan, who was named the mighty general, they gathered in groups and made a fuss in front of the mansion.
They all accused the Tatars of eyeing Yan Pass and trying to conquer Yan Pass again and again. It is not easy for the soldiers to defend the city. Why did you let them in? Isn't this inviting a wolf into the house?
There are also some people who heard from somewhere that King Jinnan was originally a prince, who was deposed by the Holy Emperor and became a prince. They even felt that Yan Kejin deliberately let the Tatars enter the border, maybe he wanted to take the opportunity to retaliate against the Holy Emperor... In short,
There is a noisy vegetable market in front of the house.
Yan Kejin was already prepared for this, with a long body and a cold tone:
"Do you want to live a stable life without war and chaos, or do you want to live a life of refuge where a wave of battles will happen every now and then, and if you lose, you will be displaced?"
"Do you even need to ask? Who wants to leave their hometown and flee?"
"That's right!"
Yan Kejin raised his handsome eyebrows: "In that case, why do you oppose trade with foreign countries?"
"Those are the Tatars! The Tatars kill without blinking an eye! Letting them in doesn't give them a chance to kill us?"
"The opening of the market to the Tatars does not mean that the Tatars are allowed to enter the border. It just provides a place for everyone to get what they need. We have the daily necessities that the Tatars need, and the Tatars also have us.
What the other side wants, trade and trade can alleviate each other's living difficulties, why not? I will solve the problems you are worried about."
Having said this, he winked at a soldier from the firearms battalion.
The soldier stepped forward, showed his improved gun, and fired a shot in the distance. However, with a "bang" sound, the thick coffin board placed in front of a coffin shop was suddenly drilled in a puff of black smoke.
A hole.
The people were stunned and silent for a while.
Yan Kejin's cold voice sounded again: "This is a musket, a weapon more powerful than bows, arrows, and spears. Anyone who dares to disrupt the order of the transaction can refer to this board for the consequences."
That is a thick coffin board. No matter how powerful the arrow is, it can only penetrate a few millimeters... That is no joke.
Now, who dares to say anything?
Speaking of which, when did Yanhua have such powerful weapons?
Not to mention the common people, most of the soldiers in the camp have never seen it. Only people above the level of captain of ten thousand knew about the existence of the firearms camp before.
But now, not only the soldiers and people at the bottom, but also the Tatars outside the customs have heard about it.
"Is there really such a magical weapon?"
"Second Prince, this matter was witnessed by this villain with his own eyes, and there is absolutely nothing false about it."
The current King of Tatar has four sons. The eldest prince and the second prince have a violent personality. They have always advocated attacking Yanhua to expand their territory and seize more territory and resources for their tribe.
The third prince and the fourth prince advocated for peace. At this moment, they became more determined in their choice and successively persuaded the Tatar King:
"Father, if Yanhua really invents this extremely lethal weapon, once a war breaks out, it will be our troops who will suffer the loss. Our clan has been recuperating for two years before regaining this little strength. We really cannot afford to suffer further casualties.
Ah, please father, please think again!"
"Yes, Father, Yan Kejin is a man of great martial arts and good at strategy. He became famous in the battle at Pingheguan five years ago. At that time, he was still a young man. Now that he has such a powerful weapon, how can he fight with him?"
Aren't you giving away your life in vain! According to my opinion, since Yan Kejin has opened the market and allowed my clan to trade, it shows that he also has the intention of negotiating peace, so it is better to have a discussion with him."
The Tatar King looked at his eldest son and his second son: "What do you two brothers think?"
How can I see it?
In the past, it was definitely the main battle.
It's impossible to do anything without fighting. As soon as winter comes outside the customs, there will be nothing to eat. If we don't grab some food before autumn, how can we survive the long cold winter?
Where to grab it? Not within the pass! It would be better if we could knock down Yan Pass in one go and turn it into our own territory.
It's a pity that Yanhua's soldiers are not vegetarians. Every time they conquer, they are beaten back again. This goes back and forth, over and over again, and the number of times they fight each other is not a hundred but seventy, eighty or ninety times.
Now, Yan Kejin posted a notice on behalf of the Yanguan garrison, allowing them to go to the market to trade. This is a difficult choice.
Thinking of the supplies they had secretly sent to sneak into Yanguan City several times before, the two brothers swallowed their saliva in unison: "How about trusting them once?"
If this was brought up by another Yanhua general, they would only think that the other party was deliberately deceiving and trying to lure them into the pass, so that they could catch all the turtles in the urn, but Yan Kejin is still worthy of trust.
In this way, the Tatar people welcomed the opening of the integrated market of "one family inside the customs and outside the customs" with heart and trepidation and a little eagerness at the same time.