Various applications of ancestral skills [Quick Transmigration]

Sanke, holding the money exchanged from the wool, excitedly walked along the streets of the exchange market with his companions.

He touched the heavy money bag in his hand, his cheeks were flushed, he had never seen so much money in his life, and this money was just the wool that the sheep in the tribe changed in the first half of the year.

Thinking of this, he rubbed his full belly again, and recalled the taste of the mutton noodle soup, and couldn't help licking his lips. He was growing up at this age, and his body urgently needed a lot of nutrition. When he didn't raise sheep before , he is the thinnest one in the tribe, but because the family does not eat much, the livestock in the family can only eat such a bite when they die, and he has been unable to fill his stomach.

But now, because of his father and mother's superb sheep-raising skills, they were sent by the leader to raise round sheep, which made Sanke's family rich all of a sudden. .

"If we can raise round sheep every day in the future, the Central Plains people will always buy our wool." Sanke couldn't help murmuring.

At this time, an old man walking beside Sanke walked up to Sanke as if he had heard what Sanke said, and asked in a slightly unfamiliar Hun language: "Are you the one who raises round sheep on the side of the Huns?" tribe?"

Sanke didn't want to answer at first, but looking at the exquisite and complicated official robes on the old man, he swallowed and said, "Yes, my lord, I am from the Almu tribe."

"All the wool produced by your sheep is sold here? According to the price listed on the sign?" the old man asked.

Sanke immediately said happily: "Yes, my lord, we have exchanged a lot of money, which is enough for our tribe to live a comfortable life this winter."

The old man was silent for a while, then left without asking any more questions.

Sank only thought this old man was very strange, but when his companion invited him to a stall to taste freshly baked meatloaf, he also forgot about this old man.

The old man, Doctor Yushitai, was walking on the street of the exchange market just now, thinking about the words he just asked from the boy's mouth, he felt entangled.

When he was admitted as a Jinshi when he was young, Dr. Yushitai had a stubborn temper. He was a man of integrity and had his own standards.

Although political opponents often refer to his temperament as a donkey temper, it is undeniable that Dr. Yushitai has indeed implemented this principle very thoroughly, and as he gets older, this standard has gradually been adopted. It is called old-fashioned and old-fashioned.But Doctor Yushitai scolded him.

He thinks he is very upright, and those so-called old-fashioned and old-fashioned are nothing more than self-indulgent attacks on him, and he doesn't bother to argue with such filthy people.

Now, however, that code conflicted with what he had seen.

Doctor Yushitai is not a noble person who doesn't know the vulgar things. On the first day he came to Border City, he inquired about the purchase price of border wool, just to prevent the Xiongnu from raising prices maliciously. The prince who could only coax his majesty could not see these problems, and was tricked by the Huns.

However, who would have thought that the dandy prince who was almost rumored to rely on the sage in the capital would have a talent for cheating the Huns? In this case, Dr. Yushitai believes that these Huns have already started to make trouble, but the thing that makes Dr. Yushitai entangled is...

He watched helplessly as the Huns sold a large bale of wool, then turned around and went into the sweater shop again, and bought the sweaters made of wool they handed over earlier.And the price difference between them was more than ten times. However, even at this price, the Huns still exclaimed that it was cheap, and they all happily took those sweaters.

Seeing such a situation, if it was the people of the Qian Dynasty, the doctor Yushitai would have gone up and reprimanded or even played. However, this is the Huns, the Huns who have harassed the people in the border city for many years and committed numerous bloody crimes.

For a while, Doctor Yushitai didn't know whether to scold King An or praise King An.

When Chu An finally took the time to meet with Dr. Yushitai, what he saw was an old man with complicated eyes looking at him with complicated eyes. Swallowed it back.

Chu An was full of doubts, not knowing what Doctor Yushitai had to say.

In the end, Dr. Yushitai still didn't say anything, he only saluted to express that he knew about the border trade and needed to return to Beijing to report to the Holy Majesty, so he bid farewell and returned to the capital.

Chu An agreed to Dr. Yushitai's request with a confused face, until he sent Dr. Yushitai away, he still didn't understand what the lord was going to say.

But then Jin Wenshu asked Chu An about it, making him forget about it.

"My lord, two imperial merchants who sell tea and salt are going to enter the mutual market. I wonder if I can ask my lord to take care of this process." Jin Wenshu held the documents from these companies in his hand and handed them to Chu An. There was no other way. Officials were busy with various regulations of the mutual market, and even if they had time, they would not dare to intervene in sensitive matters like tea and salt, so Jin Wenshu had to find Chu An.

After all, Dagan Salt is operated by officially designated merchants, and hoarding of salt is not allowed. The law is so strict that those who hoard salt will be killed.As for the designated businesses, the government will come to check the accounts every year, and every few years will kill a lot of people.

But even such strict rules are still followed by others.After all, as long as he is designated as an official salt merchant, the merchant's family will definitely make a lot of money and even get rich overnight. If he is a little more cautious, he can even become rich like an enemy.

In the mutual market, tea and salt received the same treatment. Except for a few imperial merchants, the remaining tea merchants were not allowed to settle in the mutual market. It was said that it was to protect the personal safety of the tea merchants. Sometimes they will violently hurt people, but in fact, it is to prevent the tea merchants from competing with each other and causing some collusion with the Huns.

Doctor Yushitai was here a few days ago, it's better to be tight.

Chu An took the document and flipped through it, and found that the purchase limit of salt was not much different from that of the Central Plains, and there was no purchase limit for tea at all. Seeing this, Chu An frowned.

"The purchase of both tea and salt is limited, and the quantity is halved." Jin Wenshu watched Wang An open the document and glanced at it, then threw this sentence to him.

Jin Wenshu immediately made a bitter face. Those few imperial merchants were not easy to get along with. They were all related to the royal family. Although King An certainly didn't care, he was a small person, so he was cautious. He asked, "Your Highness, why do you say that?"

Chu An glanced at Jin Wenshu and said calmly: "What the Huns lack the most is tea and salt, which are the necessities of life. For them, not eating salt means that they have no strength, and not drinking tea will cause them Let their teeth bleed badly and even die from it."

"Since we have pinched their lifeblood, why do we need to sell in large quantities to provide nourishment for our enemies and make them grow stronger?"

These words also reached the ears of several imperial merchants. They came here to make money and looked at each other with wry smiles. They understood that this time they could only sell some backlog of goods before returning home.

However, what puzzled these imperial merchants was, what if the Xiongnu were unwilling, or even caused trouble for this matter? Could it be that the defense team wanted to arrest all the Huns who made trouble?

If Chu An was here, he would definitely look at them strangely, and then point to the dazzling array of goods on the exchange market and say to them: "With such a wealth of goods, how can the Xiongnu remember those teas that they are tired of drinking and enough salt?" Woolen cloth?"

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The Xiongnu didn't remember the tea and salt. As soon as they entered the city, the newly opened specialty store on the border attracted all their attention. Looking at the novelty goods on the shelves, they didn't even know what they were buying. Almost forgot.

After finally arriving at the tea and salt shop, the Huns should have been furious when they heard the news that the purchase of tea and salt was restricted. Together, they muttered something in Hun language.

After the discussion, the Huns directly bought the maximum amount of tea and salt and left without even thinking about refuting with the shopkeeper.

The shopkeepers were really curious, they leaned to the door to see where the Huns were going, and then they saw these Huns with big and small packages rushing straight into the specialty store at the border.

After all, tea is limited, but milk tea is not. Although you can’t take it back in large quantities, you can also bring milk tea powder. Even if the price is a little more expensive, the Huns who can taste the sweet taste in their mouths are still captured by the mellow taste, and even more so. Not to mention the other novelties in the store.

The Huns, whose wallets have already bulged from raising sheep, brought a lot of milk tea powder back to the inn. While preparing to return to the tribe in the inn, they laughed loudly at the Central Plains people in the Hun language. So much salt and tea only need some The wool can be exchanged for nothing.

"Sanke, will your tribe go back and continue to raise those round sheep? How many do you plan to raise?" A dark-skinned young man said this. His tribe and Sanke's tribe are friendly tribes to ask them so carelessly. How many round sheep to raise.

"Of course I have raised as many as I have!" Sanke's eyes were full of enthusiasm. What he saw and heard in Border City these days made him more motivated to raise round sheep.

The wool of a round sheep can be exchanged for a can of such sweet milk tea powder. Sanke recalled the tempting taste and couldn't help licking his lips. Drink such a sweet milk tea.

'It would be great if the tribe had more pastures. I don't know if there are enough pastures for these sheep to eat. 'Sang Ke thought so.

It is not known whether the pastures of the Sanke tribe are enough for those sheep, but the pastures of the King of the Huns are certainly not enough for those sheep.

"Pfft—what did you say?" The Xiongnu king just drank the tea in his mouth, because of the words of the courtier, he spit out directly.

The courtier didn't even dare to wipe the tea off his face, he just knelt on the ground trembling and didn't even dare to speak loudly.

"Shan... Shan Yu, those sheep of yours are almost eating up the pasture. If you don't find new pastures, those sheep will have nothing to eat!"

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感谢在2021-06-1020:41:31~2021-06-1121:26:55期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: Ye Moqing 1;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 5 bottles of tea;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!