These two million stones of grain and grass finally arrived at the border of Tsarist Russia.
Menshikov came to greet him in person today. This cost him a lot of wealth. But as long as he changes hands and sells it to the army, he will really make a fortune, and he will be able to achieve real financial freedom in one fell swoop!
Looking at the vast grain transport team, Menshikov began to look forward to the future.
He will be the most powerful and wealthy person in Tsarist Russia!
The queue was very long, all of them were carriages transporting grain, and it stretched for more than ten miles.
Qian's father and son were also there, and at this moment, they couldn't help but look at each other.
The most stressful time has come!
The large team transporting grain finally slowly came over. In the icy and snowy environment, a group of people wearing large cotton-padded clothes were led by a Khan from the Western Regions who looked quite distinctive.
Menshikov glanced at Qian Yonggui.
Qian Yonggui stepped forward to negotiate and laughed and said: "Your Excellency should be Brother Abreu, right?"
Abreu nodded, first babbled in a Western language that people couldn't understand, and then said in blunt Longyan dialect: "Are you the shopkeeper Qian?"
"Yes yes yes!"
Abreu glanced at Menshikov warily and said coldly: "Who is this?"
Menshikov was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter. However, he was not angry because of Abreu's impoliteness. On the contrary, he was very happy.
Because at first glance, this person is not a Longyan person, but one of those barbarians from the Western Regions who survive by licking blood from the edge of a knife.
Moreover, his vigilance is natural.
If he expresses too much enthusiasm for himself, he will doubt this person's identity.
Qian Yonggui's face changed drastically: "Presumptuous, this is..."
Menshikov sighed, waved his hands, and said with a smile: "There is no need to scare our guests! My name is Menshikov, and I am here to meet you this time!"
Abreu nodded, but his tone was still stiff: "We are only responsible for transporting food to your Tsarist Russia. We can't control other places!"
"good!"
Menshikov didn't care about this. As long as he entered Tsarist Russia, the food would be his! In Tsarist Russia, he walked sideways.
"Lord Menshikov, let's check it out!"
Qian Yonggui suggested.
But Menshikov burst out laughing: "What are you checking for? I still can't trust you! Let's go home and entertain our distinguished guests!"
Qian Yonggui smiled faintly.
No inspection? He didn’t believe it.
As expected.
On the way back, Menshikov's men had already begun to test this batch of military rations one by one.
At this stage, Qian and his son, sitting in Menshikov's luxurious carriage, were feeling extremely tormented inside.
They know what happened to these military rations...
If they are detected, it is impossible for the father and son to survive. But they still have to keep a smile on their faces. In fact, the two of them have prepared a poison-quenching dagger in their shoes. Once
If something unexpected happens, it will count if the two of them can assassinate Menshikov. Even if they can't, they can commit suicide to avoid being tortured endlessly by Menshikov.
Time goes by so slowly.
The suffering of the two of them can be imagined.
"Hahahaha, come on, cheers! For us!"
"For wealth!"
Menshikov was very happy, drinking wine along the way, and soon got that Abreu to play with them. There were many beauties in the carriage, and the atmosphere suddenly became lively.
I don't know how long it took.
Menshikov's servant then knocked on the door and came to the carriage.
Qian and his son's bodies froze, and their breathing stopped for a moment.