It is true that Jun Ci is young, but she has seen too much life and death, and experienced too much ups and downs. She is no longer someone who can impress someone with just a few words of flattery: "I wonder how I got Lin Silang's favor?"
"The Captain is a heroine who single-handedly destroyed Donghu. How can others compare to him?" Lin Silang continued to praise Jun Ci and said the truth, "The Captain can give me what I ask for."
"What are you begging for?" Jun Ci asked.
"horses."
Jun Ci paused with her fingertips and raised her eyes to look at Lin Zhehuan carefully. Lin Zhehuan did not dodge or dodge. A smile escaped from her lips: "The horses are under the control of the imperial court. How can I supply Lin Silang's horses?"
"Captain, please listen to me." Lin Zhihuan said calmly, "Captain knows the desert well. The desert is not only Donghu and Rouran, but also has many tribes. If Captain wants to get horses, it will be difficult for him to do so.
Difficult. Not only can I give the captain money, I can also give him food, cloth, and steel!"
Jun Ci's eyes instantly became sharp, these were the things that made the Southern Dynasty prosperous.
In the Southern Dynasties, both wheat and rice were grown, the warehouses were abundant, and there were double crops of rice; silkworms were harvested four or five times a year, and I heard that it was even eight times a year in Yongjia. The nobles of the Southern Dynasties even used colorful silks as miscellaneous flowers, damasks as ornaments, and brocades as barriers.
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The most important thing is steel. In the Southern Dynasty, pig iron and wrought iron could be filled with steel. The resulting steel would make weapons sharper.
These are also under the control of the imperial court, but I heard that there were private smelting shops in the Southern Dynasties.
As if he didn't notice the dark light in Jun Ci's eyes, Lin Zhihuan's handsome face was still sincere and sincere: "What do you think, Captain?"
"Lin Silang is so brave." Jun Ci couldn't help but admire him.
At this moment, Jun Ci was sure that the man in front of him was neither from the Southern Dynasty nor from the Northern Dynasty. His heart was only about money. He dared to sell the steel from the Southern Dynasty to the Northern Dynasty, and he dared to sell the horses from the Northern Dynasty to the Southern Dynasty.
Once leaked, both sides can cut him into pieces.
Jun Ci was very moved, not only because of the money issue, but also how Lin Zhehuan was able to transport large quantities without being noticed. If she could master the method and send her troops southward one day, why worry about the Southern Dynasty not being able to capture it?
It is really not difficult for her to get a horse. The reason why she went to Taipus Temple is that it is a legitimate thing that she deserves. At the same time, she does not let Zhou Rong know that she can get a horse.
"Just horses?" Jun Ci asked after drinking another bottle of wine.
"Cattle, alpacas, and horses are all good things." Lin Zhihuan couldn't ask for more. The more the better. But if he could only choose one, horses would be better. "Fur medicinal materials are also very promising."
"How can I hand over the things to you?" Jun Ci asked again.
Lin Zhihuan's face was filled with joy: "Outside the capital, Lieutenant, don't worry. We hand over the goods with one hand and the money with the other. The things are in my hands, and I will be responsible for any losses."
He didn't need Jun Ci to cover him to escort these conspicuous things out of the Northern Dynasty. I'm afraid it would also prevent Jun Ci from guessing how he came and went. This was his way to make a fortune. How could he easily show it to others?
"It saves trouble." Jun Ci complimented without knowing it and asked, "How much do you want?"
"I will take whatever the captain gives me." His attitude could not be described as disrespectful.
Jun Ci lowered his head and smiled slightly, picked up the wine bottle and poured himself another bottle. He held it in both hands and paid tribute to Lin Zhihuan. With a faint smile on his face, he raised his head and drank it all: "Lin Zhihuan."
Shiro can wait for good news."
Putting down the wine bottle with a thud, Jun Ci stood up and said, "It's getting late, so I won't bother you."
"I'll see you off, Captain." Lin Zhihuan also stood up.
After Jun Ci said goodbye to Lin Zhihuan, he should have gone straight out of the city and back to the camp. However, when he reached a fork in the road, he turned around and walked back to the General's Mansion.
Unknowingly, he walked into Ying Wuchen's courtyard. Across the waterside pavilion, he looked at Ying Wuchen, who was sitting by the window, with his back straight and his pen moving like a god. He didn't know what he was writing, and then he realized that he was back.
A gust of wind blew by, and Jun Ci strode around to the door and walked straight in.
"Why did Jun's sister turn back twice?" Ying Wuchen asked without raising his head.
Jun Ci caught a glimpse of a tall white porcelain plate with small paste cakes on it, half of which had obviously been used: "Is the paste cake delicious?"
"It should be colder, otherwise it should be crispier." Ying Wuchen also commented seriously.
After listening to his words, Jun Ci picked up the pair of chopsticks next to her, picked up a piece and put it in her mouth. Suddenly she felt a gaze. She looked up and saw Ying Wuchen staring closely at the chopsticks in her hand.
"You eat first and I eat last. I am the one who should be despised." Jun Ci was still confident and ate the remaining cake without any ceremony. He also poured water for himself and drank it down.
Ying Wuchen had already walked in front of her, his handsome eyebrows slowly raised: "You have been drinking."
"I had a couple of drinks." Jun Ci didn't care. Although the wine was strong, she could not get drunk after a thousand cups.
It's so cold in the desert north that when we ambush the enemy, we lie down on the ground and wait until the cold reaches our bones. Only strong wine can warm our bodies.
"It's Bolingfen wine." Ying Wuchen pointed out.
He was still three steps away from her, but he could smell the wine by its smell. Jun Ci was a little surprised: "Brother of the Ying family is dignified and elegant, and he upholds etiquette. He is also proficient in the art of wine..."
Ying Wuchen did not tell her this, but said in a deep voice: "I went to see Lin Silang."
His clever Jun Ci never questioned and nodded: "Lin Silang made a deal with me, exchanging horses for fine steel."
"It can be done." Ying Wuchen said honestly.
Jun Ci was even more surprised. She thought Ying Wuchen would earnestly advise her not to associate with Lin Silang.
It's not that Jun Ci thought Ying Wuchen would be grudged by this. He didn't mind hanging out in the military camp all day long. Naturally, he wouldn't feel embarrassed or embarrassed because of her son-in-law.
Isn't he worried about her being cheated?
As if he understood her thoughts, Ying Wuchen's eyebrows relaxed again: "How many people in this world dare to plot against the Jun family's sister?"
Jun Ci is no less thoughtful than them, not to mention her strong martial arts skills. Lin Zhehuan is not a good person, but Jun Ci is a soft persimmon? Lin Zhehuan had better cooperate with Jun Ci sincerely, otherwise...
On the day when they really fall out, it will definitely not be Jun Ci who suffers.
Jun Ci lowered his eyes and said nothing.
Ying Wuchen sat down elegantly next to her. His robe was lifted and laid out without any creases: "You came here to tell me this, not to see if I would stop you, but to let me know."
Shiro asked me to investigate the way the two dynasties communicated with each other.
You can reap the benefits of being a fisherman."
She coveted this path and the benefits that Lin Zhehuan would bring to her, and she did not want to fall out with Lin Zhehuan easily.
No, here we are taking advantage of him again.
Surprisingly, he wasn't angry at all.
Jun Ci, whose intentions were also exposed, was not ashamed at all. Instead, he held his chin with one hand and said, "Are you going to let me use you?"
After drinking several times of Fenjiu, Jun Ci was not drunk, but his face was covered with a thin layer of crimson color, and his colorful lips were a little more shiny, making him look delicate and charming.
"This is not the first time, and it will not be the last time." He smiled at her, softly and dotingly.
The male and female protagonists are in the stage of mutual appreciation and mutual benefit, and love has not yet come.
During the Northern and Southern Dynasties, the Southern Dynasties already had the steel filling method.
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