Economic and Trade Song Dynasty

"Poor brother?" Qin Juan asked tentatively.

The man didn't answer him, but asked, "Where did the guest come from?"

Qin Juan replied, "Dadu."

Seeing the people in front of him panicked, he ordered the guards on the side: "Stay back!"

Qin Juan narrowed his eyes, and when he saw that the guards had retreated, he let go of the guard in his hand, and the guard withdrew before he could pick up the knife.

Only then did Qin Juan take a closer look at the person standing in front of him. He looked about 19 years old, so he couldn't be that poor boy?

The person in front of him said to him: "I will take you to see my master."

Qin Juan didn't want to go into the house with him, but after thinking for a while, he went in anyway.

Poor brother, this person should be about 30 years old, he may be well-maintained, and he looks very young.

When the poor brother saw Qin Juan, the first thing he said was: "It wasn't you who came last time."

Qin Juan's pupils shrank slightly, and said calmly: "Is this important? It's time for the transaction, and most of them let me come over."

The poor boy curled his lips into a smile: "Most people don't send two officials over a year."

Qin Juan was taken aback, although a little shaken, but never afraid, he said: "Most of them don't send the same person over, don't you know the reason?"

"Dadu sent you here, how much money did you bring?"

"I came here to ask about the goods. The money is your official's business." After Qin Juan finished speaking, seeing the expression on the poor brother's face at the moment, he had obviously dispelled his doubts about him.

On the deed just now, it was written that it was a three-year transaction. It is possible that the silver has been delivered long ago, or it has not been settled yet, but it should never be the turn of the person who transported the goods to pay the silver.

It was difficult for Qin Juan to get words from this poor boy, but no matter what, he had to get some useful words.

The poor brother asked people to serve wine and food, poured him wine, and asked him: "Which way did you come from? Did you meet your official?"

Qin Juan knew that this person was still talking to him, so he pursed his lips and smiled: "No."

He just wanted to emphasize that he was sent by Dadu, not by any official, and had no connection with the previous official.

And what the poor brother understood would be: don't mention that official.

The more you don't want him to mention some people, the more he will mention them.

No, the poor boy picked up the wine glass and took a sip by himself: "When the previous adults came, they were more handsome than you."

When Qin Juan saw that he was on the road, he was not in a hurry, snorted coldly, and sat far away to watch the poor brother drink.

The poor brother asked him why he didn't sit down and drink.

Qin Juan replied that his body could not touch alcohol.

Tell others about your weaknesses, and others will trust you a little more.

The poor boy ate for a while, and asked the boy standing outside the door to fetch something.

The boy came in with a stack of papers in his hand.

"Show it to him." The poor boy raised his chin.

The boy put the things in Qin Juan's hand.

Qin Juan picked it up, looked it over quickly, and saw that it said how many times the old man had visited before, how much iron he had transported, and the signature and seal of that old man.

"When he came last time, I guessed that he would be replaced next time." The poor boy said suddenly.

Qin Juan glanced at the poor brother, then lowered his head to look at the things in his hands.

The poor boy was smart but was misunderstood by his cleverness, let him think so, that's just right.

Qin Juan saw that the most recent time, that adult transported forty loads of iron, so much

Forty carts of iron are hard not to attract attention, so the poor brother said that he would not let that official come again.

"Because he transported so much iron, the iron from the iron market can't fill the hole! I have to find iron for Dadu everywhere!" said the poor boy in a cold voice.

Qin Juan immediately understood that the deal between the poor brother and Ning Bai should have come about in this way.

There are many merchants who sell iron ore, but there are very few merchants who directly sell ironware and sell more than a dozen carts.

It is estimated that the poor brother has been waiting for Ning Bai.

"How many cars do you need this time?" The poor brother asked him.

Qin Juan was thinking about the name of the adult who signed the money, when he saw the question from the poor brother, he replied, "More than ten cars."

The poor brother frowned: "Then wait for me for a few more days. I have made an appointment for a big business, but the person has not come by the appointed time. I guess something happened on the way. I have asked someone to inquire about it."

Qin Juan knew that he was talking about Qi Lin and the others.

He hunchbacked and stood up with his back bent: "I'll wait for you for a few days."

He said people go out.

The poor brother narrowed his eyes and chased him out.

Qin Juan walked quickly, but also stopped, and said: "The people who told you don't follow me! If something happens, you will be responsible for the consequences! And if there is any news in the city, don't worry about it, most of the letters will prevail."

After he finished speaking, he ran towards the field like the wind.

Qin Juan felt that someone was following him, but the speed was too slow, and he had already left him behind. If he went further, no one could follow him.

His lightness kung fu was suggested by Dan Mu, no matter how he tried to get rid of a few ants in the rivers and lakes, it was still feasible.

After a long detour, Qin Juan went to stay in an inn in the north of the city for another night. Before entering the inn, he took off his clothes and threw them away.

He didn't lie down for a long time, it was dawn, and his household registration was still in the west of the city, so he got up and hurried to the west of the city before it was time for the army to patrol.

Not long after returning to the west of the city, the army came, and today they did not arrest the Muslims, but they arrested the monks.

Qin Juan didn't know why, but he knew that An Diku couldn't stay anymore, he had to go.

Now that it has been confirmed that Qi Lin did not come to Andikku, it is meaningless for him to stay here any longer.And An Diku is dangerous, he will be exposed sooner or later.

He ran into trouble when he left the city gate

For some reason, the gates of the city were under martial law, and they were checked one by one.

Qin Juan wasn't afraid of this, but the twitch of his right eye made him feel bad.

When the officers and soldiers checked him, he handed over his household registration.

There is no problem with the fake household registration, otherwise he would not be able to get in.

But the soldier suddenly said: "Wusi Tibetan?"

Qin Juan has been watching words and expressions since he was a child, and he can feel this slight change in tone. He frowned and nodded slowly.

"Catch it first." The man said to the people beside him.

"Wait why?" Qin Juan asked.

"There is an order from all the monks to investigate thoroughly. Don't worry, nothing will happen. It's just a matter of questioning."

"Do you suspect that I am a monk just because I am from Wusi Tibet?"

"It's better to catch the wrong one than let one go." The man continued.

"I'm not a monk!"

"Then what is this?" The soldier's eyes were piercing, he stretched out his hand and pulled out a string of Buddhist beads from under Qin Juan's collar.Qin Juan was arrested and questioned, but he was released after a short interrogation.

The adult who asked the question came in aggressively, Qin Juan only said a word, and showed the adult a thumb-sized gold plaque wrapped around a Buddhist bead.

The adult immediately wanted to serve him tea and water, Qin Juan said that he didn't want to reveal his identity, and the adult immediately released him.

Qin Juan's good mood was wiped out by this nonsense. The soldier who arrested him just now saw him coming out and asked, "So fast?"

Qin Juan swept over with a murderous look.

The soldier flinched and said with a smile, "Aren't we following the rules?"

Qin Juan hooked his fingers at him.

The soldier came over immediately: "What's the matter?"

"What are you looking for?" Qin Juan asked.

Soldier: "How can I say that?"

"Why do you adults let me go, do you know?"

"I'm weird too."

"Because my official position is higher than his." Qin Juan pursed his lips.

"Ah?" The soldier looked at him in surprise, "Isn't it?"

Qin Juan pursed her lips: "I can't reveal my identity when I go out to do errands, please keep my voice down."

The soldier nodded immediately.

"Can we talk now?" Qin Juan asked again in a low voice.

Soldier: "It was last night. I heard that something was lost, but the only clue was to find a Buddhist bead. That's why they started hunting monks all over the city."

Qin Juan narrowed his eyes, so it was so.

Could it be the page in the deed he took away from Tie Shi that was discovered so soon?

"Thank you."

The soldier clasped his fists at his back: "Take care."

His horse was still waiting for him, he got on his horse and was out of town in a blink of an eye.

After walking for a while, Qin Juan took out the beads again and held the gold medal.

When he was in Liangzhou, King Kuandan gave him a gold medal, the size of his thumb, which symbolized his status as an "adopted son" in order to show off.

There are several sons of the extension.

He said a few words just now to make that adult suspect that he is Timur, the third son of King Kuduan.

With the current status of King Kuduan, no one would dare to offend his son. After all, there have been rumors that King Kuduan will succeed the Great Khan recently.

Wokuotai Khan has collapsed for many years, but the Khan seat has always been vacant.

Just now Qin Juan had already figured it out clearly. If it was because he discovered that Tieshi’s deed had been moved by someone, and he was looking for people all over the city today, then the military camp stationed now must be inseparable from Tieshi. If the soldiers don't control the iron market, maybe they are just fooling the people.

This is also easy to explain, maybe this is a trap at all, and deliberately said that people from Dadu came to buy iron, and then find a scapegoat from Dadu, so that the matter can be pushed away as soon as it is revealed.

Then the question also arises, where was the iron transported in the end?

Why do people from the Ministry of Criminal Justice have to stamp it? Is it because they want to mess with Wanxi or because it's just convenient?

As the poor brother said, they had [-] carts for the last trip, and Ning Bai had been born for a year, and after excluding the ones for his own use, there were only [-] carts of iron left.

No matter how fast the fifty carts of iron were smelted, two large iron battalions would still have to smelt for a year and a half.

The strong intuition honed from childhood battles told him that these iron soldiers must have been hidden if they weren't for the Western Expeditionary Army.

After he rode for three miles, he suddenly thought of a person, which made him feel cold all over.

The man who took him to Daze.

what do you say that is.

Bo'er is only a catty of Kublai Khan.

That person is the direct younger brother of King Mengge, if he is on good terms with his concubine brother who controls Andigu?

Is it possible to transport the iron obtained from Andiku to Daze like cattle and sheep flour?

Thinking of this, Qin Juan stopped on his horse.

He even looked back at the silhouette of Andiku.

Guoyue, Tianzhu, and Pamir, the iron wares here are continuously transported into Andiguk.

If you don't think about it, there is a hidden mystery here. I am afraid that half of the iron weapons have not been used in the battlefield of the Western Expedition.

It is right to say that Genghis Khan gave the Khan position to Wokuotai Khan back then, but gave the strength of his old nest to King Torrey, who was Kublai Khan's father.