The Tyrant's Cannon Fodder Queen[Transmigration Book]

Inside the ruined temple, a ragged man with a goatee turned over the grilled fish in his hand, frowned and complained in a low voice: "Why are these savages so smart like monkeys? According to the price they offered, our batch of goods is worth the price." Down, half of the leather goods and silver taels will be exchanged less than in previous years."

The man in the blue linen riding suit said: "Why don't we hang them out to dry, so we won't believe that these barbarians don't want our goods. Which one of the frontier fortresses is not several times more expensive than ours? They are used to it! Do you want to buy it?" purchase!"

The other three men nodded in agreement when they heard the words, and then turned their heads to look at the gray-haired leader at the same time.

Someone said to the leader: "Brother Zhao, make up your mind."

At this moment, outside the window of the ruined temple, the Seventh Prince, who quietly revealed half of his chubby face, stared straight at the grilled fish in the hand of the goatee.

"This group of people are not playing tricks on us." The gray-haired man didn't notice the movement outside the window, and said calmly: "Now our Daqi is fighting against Khitan, and the leather in the hands of various tribes in the frontier, a few months ago They were scavenged by the Khitan, and they were all used to make armor, and the goods are not enough, so of course we can’t exchange them according to the amount in previous years.”

The goatee was in a hurry: "Then what should we do! Are we going to exchange goods with them at such a low price? Don't say that we can't get back the cost, the hardships we have suffered all the way, eating and sleeping in the open, are all in vain!"

The gray-haired man took a deep breath: "Don't worry, we don't necessarily have to do business with the Jurchen tribe, we might as well take the goods and continue westward to negotiate the price with the Duoke tribe. Less loot."

Outside the window, the Seventh Prince swallowed while watching the grilled fish.

His appetite made him listen to all directions and see all directions, and he quickly guessed that this group of people might be businessmen.

I don't know how to trade this grilled fish.

The Seventh Prince usually does not carry any silver taels with him, and even when he leaves the palace, the eunuch will follow behind to settle the bill.

Fortunately, this time he was going out to fight, Concubine Xi was worried, so she put a few banknotes in his sleeve pocket, in case he wanted something to eat that was not available in the army, he could buy it along the way.

Concubine Xi didn't think much about it, she was just afraid that her son would be hungry, and she never dreamed that such a big event would happen this time.

These banknotes are now in handy.

Although the Seventh Prince had never directly traded with anyone, he heard Xue Yao read some words when he was a child, such as how much a piece of rare fish on his table cost, and it should not be wasted.

With the Seventh Prince's memory, it is easy to recall the prices of several kinds of fish.

The most expensive species is only two taels of silver a catty, no one in ordinary households would eat them, and ordinary fish only cost a dozen pennies a piece.

The Seventh Prince could tell that the grilled fish in the goatee's hand belonged to a variety that cost more than ten yuan a piece.

But the timing of this fish's appearance made it absolutely magnificent in the eyes of the Seventh Prince, worthy of the sky-high price of two taels of silver a catty.

The Seventh Prince lowered his head and took out a stack of bank notes from his sleeve pocket, and took out the one with the smallest denomination, 50 taels.

Concubine Xi was afraid that the broken silver would be too heavy and would tire her son, so all she gave was this kind of silver ticket, and there was no such thing as a small face value.

At this time, the five men in the ruined temple still didn't notice the child who kept swallowing outside the window, and were discussing the next stage of the delivery route.

Not long after, one of them finally heard footsteps walking outside the door, he turned his head and looked over—

The Seventh Prince walked past the gate of the ruined temple with his head held high and his figure graceful.

Several men grabbed the handle of the knife in fright.

The business outside the Great Wall is very profitable, and there are many robbers who want to die. Most of the people who do this business are robbers themselves, and they started this business by themselves after they robbed enough capital.

When these businessmen were robbers in the past, they often followed the caravan to inquire about the news silently.

But it was very strange. When the men came back to their senses, they found that the figure who just walked by the door seemed very... leisurely?

This is not like the behavior of robber spies.

Could it be that the outside has been surrounded by robbers, so this spy is so leisurely?

Just when the five people were uneasy, the Seventh Prince turned around and walked past the door again with a leisurely gait.

Five men: "???"

Even if they have already surrounded them, there is no need to be so arrogant!

After the Seventh Prince passed by the temple gate again, his brows were already frowned——

Why didn't this group of businessmen greet His Highness?Your Highness has already appeared twice.

The Seventh Prince's communication mode is very passive, he needs others to greet him first, and then ask him if he is hungry.

This group of people who don't look like eunuchs, companions, or soldiers are really too elusive.

The stomach couldn't stand it anymore, and it started to growl again. The Seventh Prince was gone, and just calmly and unrestrainedly, he walked to the gate of the temple, looked at the five people in the room, and informed everyone pitifully: "Master, come in!" gone."

The five men who were about to draw their knives were already stunned——

Standing at the gate of the temple was a dirty boy, wearing a dark vermilion gown with wide sleeves and a wide belt. Judging from the style, it was definitely the clothes that only a young master of a wealthy businessman and official family could afford, but it was worn to pieces.

There was still a tear on the arm, and there seemed to be dark blood stains, which were covered up by the vermilion cloth.

"Who are you? What do you want?" The gray-haired man stared at the boy warily.

The Seventh Prince opened his mouth, but failed to make a sound. He immediately cleared his throat vigorously, and said in a low voice: "Buy fish."

"What?" The man didn't understand.

The Seventh Prince tried his best to pull his eyes back from the grilled fish back to the man's face, and said seriously: "You are businessmen, and you are customers."

Monk Zhang Er, a man dressed in navy blue, couldn't figure it out. Impatiently, he strode forward, pointed at the Seventh Prince's nose, and scolded, "Where did you come from, a fool! This is where you made troubles? Get out of here!"

The Seventh Prince's serious expression suddenly turned frightened and angry. He opened his eyes wide in disbelief, and looked at the extremely rude man in front of him.

"What? Is it itchy?" The man took another step closer, staring at the little beggar-like boy with wide eyes.

However, his intimidation did not scare the boy away. The boy looked up at him without moving, and the anger in his eyes gradually turned into confusion.

As he got closer, the man realized that this boy with a dirty and gray face had surprisingly exquisite facial features, deep contours, and clear pupils, unlike a pure Han.

He guessed that the boy was a child of a nomadic tribe outside the Great Wall, but upon closer inspection, he found that the boy's neck was clean, and his skin was as white as cream.

All kinds of weird and unreasonable things made him not sure about the identity of the other party, so he lowered his voice subconsciously and asked, "Could you be the prince of which tribe?"

The boy did not answer, still looking at him motionless.

"Offended." The man thought he had acquiesced, and smiled apologetically, "Which tribe do you belong to? Do you want to discuss business with us?"

"Buy fish." The Seventh Prince forgave the man's rudeness just now because he was too hungry, turned his head and pointed at the grilled fish in Goatee's hand, and ordered: "Turn it over, it's burnt."

The man turned his head and looked at his fingers, then frowned and said, "Do you want to buy that grilled fish?"

The Seventh Prince nodded.

"You fucking kidding me?" The man grabbed the boy's front and was just about to make a move, but the touch of his fingertips made his heart thump.

It is the touch of fine cloth!

After all, they are businessmen. Although they haven't taken some goods, they have seen them in clothing shops.

The man lowered his head and touched the material of the boy's clothes in surprise, took a closer look, and immediately turned back to his brothers in astonishment: "Come and see! He is here! He is wearing brocade! The brocade specially provided by Jinling Weaving Bureau!"

A group of people immediately gathered over upon hearing the words, like treasure appraising experts, immersed themselves in the study of the boy's dirty coat.

Yunjin is a very expensive jacquard silk fabric, and they have only seen one piece of this material in the shop where they buy it. It is a treasure of the store, and no one can afford it.

I didn't expect to see someone wearing this sky-high priced fabric in such a place where the birds don't shit.

It's actually worn out and dirty, it's a waste of money!

The gray-haired leader confirmed that the fabric was indeed Yunjin, and immediately raised his hand to let the brothers back away, and politely said to the boy: "Little brother, who are you? Our brothers are all businessmen who live in the wind and sleep in the open. It’s been a lot of trouble, and I don’t have the patience to joke around with you, little brother.”

"Just buy this fish." The Seventh Prince pointed at the goatee: "I'll give you two taels of silver."

The five men don't understand again, two taels of silver to buy a fish?

"Is this a fool?" a man asked the leader in a low voice.

The Seventh Prince raised his hand and showed them the bank notes.

The men looked down and were instantly shocked by the amount of 50 taels.

There was dead silence in the ruined temple, only the fire was still crackling.

Goatee was the first to recover, and hurried to the front: "This fish, you pay two taels of silver?"

The Seventh Prince nodded.

The goatee was overjoyed, and just as he was about to make a deal, the leader at the side immediately raised his hand to stop him.

"Little brother." The leader said calmly: "This is a frontier fortress, who knows if your banknote is genuine or not? You can't find a banknote within a hundred miles, so we dare not accept it."

The goatee immediately got anxious, stepped forward and begged: "Brother... This young man is wearing brocade, how could the banknote be fake? Even if it is fake, it is only two taels of silver. If you sell him for a fish, how about we sell him?" ..."

The gray hair stared at him so that he shut up.

"He said he wanted two taels of silver to buy our fish, and we have to give him 48 taels of silver. If the bank note is fake, will we only lose two taels of silver?"

The goatee slapped his head, and then he reacted, and quickly gave a thumbs up, praising the elder brother for his vigilance.

Maybe this kid is just wearing this outfit, pretending to be a fool, and walking around empty-handed as a white wolf?

After so many years in the rivers and lakes, he was almost deceived by a kid. The goatee squinted at the boy, and vaguely discovered the problem——

This boy has a unique temperament. When I looked at the boy, I seemed to have an instinct in my heart. I wanted to obey the boy's wishes. It was like witchcraft, and I almost fell for it.

The Seventh Prince was about to starve to death: "This bank note is real."

The man with the white beard nodded and smiled: "Whether it's true or not, real gold and silver transactions are the rules of our frontier merchants. We can't accept silver tickets. If you offend, little brother, please return."

"You don't need to look for it." The seventh prince refused to take back the banknote. He was almost driven crazy by the smell of grilled fish, but the teacher said that the scholars, farmers, businessmen and commerce are all common people in Daqi. It can only show the magnanimity of the royal family: "My father paid 50 taels for this fish."

"Deal!" This time the goatee didn't give the leader any chance to obstruct him, and he exchanged the grilled fish for the bank note in the boy's hand.

The Seventh Prince took the grilled fish excitedly, opened his mouth and bit down. He chewed up the crispy fishbone and swallowed it, but because his throat was too dry, he couldn't swallow it.

Seeing that the boy failed to swallow it several times, the leader took a step forward and reached out to pat him on the back. Unexpectedly, the boy immediately hid the grilled fish behind him, staring at him with vigilant sideways eyes like a wolf cub, his nose There is actually a small snort that issued a warning.

The leader smiled: "Don't be afraid, little brother, I'm not trying to grab your fish, I just want to help you if you can't swallow it, do you want a drink?"

The seventh prince immediately looked at him with pursed lips as if seeing his relatives.

The leader immediately asked his subordinates to bring a water bottle and pass it to the child.

The Seventh Prince picked up the kettle, raised his head and drank in a big gulp.

The leader tried to get close: "Young master, did you get separated from your family? From the accent, you sound like a native of the capital."

The seventh prince who got the food drank water and ate fish, already immersed in happiness and unable to communicate.

The leader waited for him to finish eating the fish patiently, and then said to him: "If you trust us, young master, you can go with us. We will be responsible for escorting you back to the capital safely. As long as you make a written note, you will give our brothers 500 taels each when you get home." Hard work pays off."

The Seventh Prince raised his sleeves and rolled his mouth, squinted his eyes and told the leader: "My lord is very powerful, there is no need for an escort."

The leader thought he was a young man from a rich family who didn't know much about the world, so he smiled gently and didn't hit him, but said: "But you didn't bring any dry food, and we took the pickled fish, meat, wine and drinks all the way to eat on the road. It takes a hundred miles to walk out of this desert to see the grassland, and the prey is not easy to hunt. If you want to buy dry food, you have to walk dozens of miles to find someone. No matter how powerful the little brother is, he will die of thirst and starvation here. "

The author has something to say:

Calculated according to Daqi’s prices, this grass carp cost seven cubs more than 3 yuan, which is considered the most generous Erha Gong in history.

Zai Zai has to experience something to understand the sinister heart