In the early morning, amidst the sound of people shouting and horses neighing, several guys from the Xiao family caravan who got up early one after another got out of the tent, facing the rising sun in the east, and stretched out for a long time.
"Get to work! Don't be lazy! Hurry up and spread out the stalls. People from several surrounding tribes have already arrived. Are you still sleeping? This year's Chinese New Year, you still want to get bonuses!"
The caravan man covered his aching head and kicked each tent to wake up those who were still sleeping and urge them to work quickly.
Tang Jian naturally didn't need to be kicked by the caravan men in the morning. In other words, he barely closed his eyes last night!
"Three years! Exactly three years ago, this caravan purposefully contacted Kang Sumi!"
When Tang Jian heard the numbers from the man's mouth last night, his whole body was as cold as if he had fallen into an ice cave!
The whole night, he was thinking: Are there really people in this world who know things from birth? Is there really a way to predict things before they happen?!
"Perhaps all this is just a coincidence! He contacted Kang Sumi simply to borrow the power of this Turkic general to protect his caravan!"
Tang Jian, who was frightened and frightened, could only use this reason to comfort himself in the end.
Even though he knew very well in his heart: three years ago, Kang Sumi was just an ordinary Turkic general, and he saw no possibility of becoming a general in the future.
Not to mention, even if he is a general! On the vast grassland with tribes as units, he cannot provide much protection for a small caravan!
Under the rays of the morning sun, with a pair of thick dark circles under his eyes, looking like a panda, Tang Jian shook his head and walked out of the tent.
Not far ahead, the Xiao family caravan has already opened its doors.
Many tribes nearby received news of the arrival of the caravan, and were afraid that all the good things would be picked up by others, so they started to drive towards the Buck Tribe last night.
Before dawn, people had already gathered in a circle, and as soon as the caravan guys opened their shops, a huge crowd had already impatiently crowded in!
Logically speaking, caravans are not a rare thing here in Turks.
Those Han merchants who chase money, looking at the high returns on wealth on the grassland, will put their heads in their belts and start a business similar to walking a tightrope, no matter how difficult the crisis is.
But one thing is, this is only talking about spring and summer!
Once autumn comes, Turks have the custom of going to the Central Plains to "hunt grass in the valley"!
At this time, any border city is in a restricted state, and no one can enter or leave! In addition, the Turkic soldiers are raging outside, and no matter how beneficial the current Han caravan is, they will choose to lie dormant and wait for the next spring.
After all, when I went to the grassland before, I had a half chance of coming back. Now I go to the grassland, and I’m afraid there’s only 10% chance!
As for the Han caravans that disappeared every autumn, the Turks had not noticed anything in the past few years.
After all, if you don’t come to sell, then I will rob! Compared with buying, the things you rob are more delicious!
But since the past two years, it has become more and more difficult to go out to "hunt grass in the valley", and the Tang people have become more and more difficult to provoke.
This caused the Turks who could not grab anything to urgently need to replenish the caravan items, otherwise the coming winter would be extremely difficult!
In the Stag Tribe, just like yesterday, the caravan guys were still leaning against the cart, with a dazzling array of goods in front of them, allowing the Turks from afar to choose at will.
But the price of the product...
As the caravan man said, it was twice as good as yesterday!
Some Turks who were cash-strapped were furious about this, clapped their scimitars, and wanted to argue with the waiters.
But often before the harsh words were spoken, several men from the Stag tribe would already appear beside him with unkind expressions on their faces. They looked like they had a disagreement and were drawing swords at each other.
joke!
According to the rules of the Xiao family caravan, no matter which tribe you do business with, you will pay a tax of 20% of the total transaction volume to that tribe!
For this considerable fee, no tribe would allow others to come to find fault with the caravan!
Since early morning, the trading scene has been in full swing, and every transaction has been completed quickly. Many Turkic people who bought their favorite products laughed heartily, but when they thought about what they paid, they couldn't help but feel a little pain in their hearts.
When they come here, in addition to exchanging cattle, sheep, furs, hamstrings and other grassland specialties for goods, they also pay sporadically with gold, silver jewelry, jade, etc.
Jade is easy to talk about. These are just beautiful-looking stones that are not round enough to be used with a slingshot. There are many stones by the river. If you have time, just look for them carefully.
But gold and silver are not so easy to get.
The smelting technology of the Turks is extremely poor. Not to mention gold and silver, even copper and iron, few craftsmen can make it! Therefore, most of the gold and silver they have are snatched from the Han people when they are threshing grains.
Some bracelets and rings still have long-dried blood stains inside.
After arriving at the transaction site and only standing for a short while, Tang Jian walked away with a pale face.
Seeing those jewelry that clearly had the style of the Central Plains, he was afraid that if he stayed any longer, the ghosts of the enemies entangled in the jewelry would come to him at night and ask him why he didn't avenge them!
Covering his mouth and nose, Tang Jian left the market far away!
It wasn't until he could only hear the faint noise that he put down his hands and took a deep breath of fresh air.
Not far away, there is a white felt tent, perhaps disturbed by Tang Jian's arrival.
The door curtain shook, and a shirtless young man walked out from inside. Behind him, there was a pretty prairie woman who stuck out her blushing head and looked at the uninvited guest outside.
"Who doesn't deserve a beating... Huh? I've seen you before! You're from the caravan!"
The young man who walked out of the tent was originally angry and wanted to settle a score with the bastard who disturbed him, but when he took a closer look, he realized that the man was actually from the Xiao family's caravan!
Then the anger disappeared instantly, and a friendly smile appeared on the somewhat pale face.
Yesterday, thanks to the perfume sent by the caravan, he finally pushed the most beautiful girl in the tribe over.
One night of madness is much better than those rough bitches who can sleep with anyone for one night!
How can a young man who is grateful to the caravan get angry at the caravan personnel?
On the other side, Tang Jian also recognized that the young man in front of him was the young patriarch of the clan.
Looking at the blushing girl in the tent behind him and the vague smell of Xiao's perfume on the man, Tang Jian, who is experienced in accidents, reacted instantly and a hint of understanding emerged in his heart.
"Ah! Wulihan! The most heroic and capable young man on the grassland! Why are you here? Is this beautiful moon-god-like girl behind you the legendary most beautiful flower in the tribe?"
