When the horn of withdrawal sounded, the troops on both sides breathed a sigh of relief. Needless to say, the coalition forces were frozen three feet in a day. Once the courage is lost, it is not that easy to inspire it again. Don't look at the situation now.
Yelling, as if the fighting spirit is high, but in fact it is all false fire. As long as the war goes wrong for a moment, the true nature will be revealed.
The Tatars, on the other hand, went to war with the intention of picking up bargains and benefits. Seeing that the opponent looked like a hard nut, they naturally had no interest in confronting them head-on... If they had the skills, they might as well rush to Mobei to grab territory.
A battle that was on the verge of breaking out disappeared in this way. Both sides returned to their camps to eat and catch up on sleep. Needless to say, Mo Wen was also invited to visit the Tatar camp, and Abu only ordered people to kill cattle.
He slaughtered the sheep, entertained the distinguished guests hospitably, took Mo Wen's arm, and forced him to sit with her, and kept saying good things to him. It was hard to tell that he was still in a tense and tit-for-tat posture just now.
After a hearty meal, Abu An only moved aside to be alone with Mo Wen, and then asked about the mutual market.
"I wonder where the Ming Dynasty will open a border trade? Xuanfu or Datong?" Without anyone else around, Abu An couldn't hold back his excitement, "It would be best if we could open a border trade in Liaodong..."
Don't ask this question, what are you thinking about?
"Then where should we open the border?" Seeing that he didn't answer, Abu felt uneasy. The position of the border directly determines the rise and fall of the tribe. If it can be closer or occupy the only way, it will definitely be.
It will greatly promote the prosperity of the tribe. If it is the opposite, the tribe will inevitably be surpassed by others.
"Haha, it's in Kundulun." Mo Wen said with a faint smile.
"..." Abu Zhi'an's smile faded and he said in a low voice: "Anda is just entertaining us? There is nothing in Kundulun except grass..."
"Everything has a process of starting from scratch." Mo Wen smiled and said: "Every town is built brick by brick."
"You mean, Kundulun is going to build a city?" Abu Zian's eyes widened.
"Not bad." Mo Wen nodded.
"Haha..." Abu Zian said with contempt in his eyes: "If the Borzigits can build a city, we, the Tatars, can also make the grassland as prosperous as the Central Plains."
"The Borzigits alone are naturally not enough." Mo Wen said calmly.
"The same goes for the Oara people." Abu Zian was already a little annoyed: "We Mongolians are not naturally good at this. All the Han people brought from the Central Plains died..."
"What if new Han people join in?" Mo Wen said slowly.
"Haha, Andamo wants to deceive me." Abu said in a low voice, "Your Ming Emperor strictly prohibits people from leaving the country. Even if there are occasional escapes, the number will only be 800, and they can't even build a village."
"What if the emperor gives permission to move 300,000 Han people into Tumochuan?" Mo Wen asked again.
"How is that possible?" Abu Ji'an finally said with emotion: "Is it true?"
"Yes, the emperor has given full authority on this matter to His Highness Taisun. His Highness Taisun sent us here this time to discuss this matter." Mo Wenzhen said: "My military advisor has reached an agreement with Princess Heshun.
In the future, wasteland will be opened up and a city will be built in Tumochuan, and Han and Mongolian people will live together. Moreover, this future new city will not be restricted by the imperial court's border restrictions and can trade freely with Datong."
"It's such a good thing..." Abu couldn't help but be jealous of that girl Baoyin's good luck. First she got the Tumo River with the richest water and grass, and now she's getting a city that can trade freely with the mainland.
Why did the pie in the sky crash on her head?
"Haha, don't forget Taiji, what is the relationship between our military advisor and Baoyinbieji?" Mo Wen said lightly.
"That's true..." Abu only remembered it, and couldn't help but feel depressed that he was a man and couldn't get such huge benefits by selling his sex.
"And with the full appeal of Taisun, the Shanxi merchants of the Ming Dynasty will provide all the materials needed for the construction of the city, and Datong Town will be responsible for the preliminary defense work to ensure that the city is not disturbed. I believe that these 300,000 Han people will do their best to build the city.
This city will be built in a blink of an eye."
"Yeah..." Abu couldn't help but feel jealous and said with red eyes, "But what does this have to do with us?"
"If Tai Ji is willing," Mo Wen chuckled and said, "We can also build a city in your territory."
"Hahaha..." Abu Ji'an rolled his eyes secretly. It was one thing for him to be jealous of Baoyin's good luck, but when he thought of 300,000 Han people pouring into his territory, he felt numb. Whose territory would it be then?
? He thanked him hurriedly and said: "I would like to, but the territory I am in is in Chahar, which is too far away from Datong."
"It doesn't matter, we can build a city facing the Xuanfu." Mo Wen understood his thoughts and deliberately took over. "Since Meng Taiji thinks highly of it, call me Anda, and I will try my best to fight for you!
"
"Thank you Anda, this matter is indeed a good thing, but I can't make the decision." Abu could only evade: "It's better to wait until I go back and report it to my father."
"This kind of thing can only happen if you are quick and slow." Mo Wen said with a faint smile: "Once you miss it, you may never have this opportunity again in the future."
"Yes, it's such a pity, but this kind of thing is really not something I can have the final say on." Abu looked at Mo helplessly and asked, "Anda, you should tell me what other benefits I can get, right?"
"Are there any other benefits?" Mo Wen muttered: "I can make the decision so that you can get the most favorable treatment in Kundulun City in the future."
"What is the most favored treatment?" Abu just didn't understand.
"All transactions in your tribe can be compared with the tax rate of residents in the city. In this way, your costs will be much lower than other merchants. Regardless of whether you buy or sell, you will be faster than others and your profits will naturally be huge." In fact, even if you don't ask, you don't understand. These ghosts
All the ideas were thought up by Wang Xian, he was just retelling them.
Moreover, Wang Xian told Mo Wen that this thing is actually worthless, because in order to attract the population, the city will definitely encourage settlement. Businessmen can get the most favorable treatment as long as they let their subordinates settle down.
Not wanting to be coerced, naturally he would only use such worthless things to fool Abu Zian.
"It sounds good, is there anything else?" Abu just tugged at his beard, racking his brains to understand what he meant by this.
"Of course, we can also give you the right of priority to purchase goods." Mo Wen continued to drop his book bag and said: "What is the right of priority to purchase goods? It means that when both parties are optimistic about the same goods, and under the same bidding conditions, the seller will give priority to selling to you.
"
"Not bad." Abu Zian's thinking is still stuck in the era of extreme shortages. The goods that Shanxi merchants took the risk to smuggle into the grassland will inevitably be snapped up by various tribes. If you can't get it, you can buy it even if you have money.
No. If there was such a clause, this problem would not exist.
"Hmm, not bad, not bad." Abu Zian'an's eyes lit up after hearing this, but he did not expect that once Tumochuan was built as a city, free trade with the mainland would be possible, and department stores would be abundant. What things could not be bought with money?
So this one is the same as the previous one. They are all designed to fool him by bullying him into not knowing anything about economics. "What else, what else?"
"And there's more..." Mo Wen smiled and said seven or eight more things. They were all such clumsy, cloudy things, which made Abu Zhi'an feel dizzy, but he was embarrassed to say that he didn't understand.
I could only nod my head frequently.
"The last one is my personal gift. My military advisor promised us that we can select the best land in the city and build it into shops to collect rent in the future. I will transfer this land to Taiji, so that Taiji can build a building exclusively for you.
The tribe's business name is responsible for all the transactions of your tribe." Mo Wen smiled and said: "It can greatly improve your efficiency and reduce your burden."
"This is absolutely impossible!" Abu Jian said embarrassedly: "I can't take advantage of Anda."
"It doesn't matter, Meng Taiji called me Anda. I don't have much to give as a meeting gift, so I'll just borrow flowers and offer them to Buddha as a sign of friendship." Mo Wen said with a dead face.
His words brought tears to Abu Ji'an's eyes. Who said that Han people are unkind and ungrateful? But I, Anda, am so affectionate and righteous. How can we Mongolians be inferior to him? No, I have to give him ten times the gift in return. I secretly took it.
After making up his mind, he made up his mind and said: "Then I won't refuse. Good Anda, you have won so many benefits for me, so you must stay with me for two more days, so that we brothers can get close to each other!"
"It's an honor!" Mo Wen also said with a somewhat moved expression, "But let's sign the contract first. I'll send it back to the military advisor to use the seal, which will save you a lot of nightmares."
"Yes, Anda really thinks about our brothers." Abu Zhi'an was moved and took Mo Wen's hand and said, "I will leave all the power to Anda, I can trust you!"
Seeing that Abu Zhi'an was completely different from the one he had just met, Mo Wen actually felt a little apologetic. No matter how cunning the Mongols were, they were only treating their enemies. Once they recognized you as a brother, they would dig deep into your heart.
.It is really unjustifiable for me to treat others as fools.
However, this thought was fleeting. He was a soldier, so of course it was his bounden duty to fulfill orders, and personal emotions must not be mixed with him.
At this time, Abu just asked someone to bring pen and ink, and Mo Wen wrote down the terms on the spot, "Mongolian, I can only speak but not write. Please find an interpreter in Taiji to translate it."
Abu just scratched his head and said, "I don't have such capable people here."
"If we want to do business with Han people in the future, we still need to cultivate some talents in this field." Mo asked.
"Yes, yes, brother is right," Abu just nodded vigorously and said: "I will train you later." After a pause, he said a little embarrassedly: "How about forgetting the contract in Mongolian, as long as there is a contract in Chinese.
enough."
"This..." Don't ask about this helplessness, Brother Abu, how can you be so real? It makes me feel full of guilt...