Li Zhifeng went out for a tour and came back. He spent all the money that was supposed to be bribed. He also heard a lot of news. It is time for the Hu people to celebrate the Winter Hunting Festival. , will bring the prey hunted outside the Great Wall to the market for circulation.
At that time, the little prince of Batu will also gather a group of heroes and take people away from Da'an to hunt under the Great Wall. After this last hunting, the Tatar Dynasty will officially enter winter, until the Spring Wine Festival next year, the Morian River will break the ice.
"Where's the news about Quan Rong?" You Miao asked.
"They live in Da'an City." Li Zhifeng replied: "From time to time, they come to the market to buy things. The people here, the Hu people, and even the Tatars are afraid of them."
You Miao nodded and said, "Then... it's still about safety..."
Li Zhifeng replied: "If you want to go, I must follow you, otherwise no one will protect you, and secondly, I am not afraid of being recognized, after all, it has been almost ten years."
You Miao remembered when Li Zhifeng was arrested in the capital. He was only ten years old that year. After two years, You Miao bought Li Zhifeng back from Li Yan. Now Li Zhifeng is twenty-eight years old. Appearance and body have changed.
However, You Miao was still a little worried and said, "Try to change your outfit."
When Ye Youmiao and Li Zhifeng studied for one night, Li Zhifeng himself had sent someone to disguise himself outside the Great Wall to listen to the wind, and Yu Yirong had already made preparations. You Miao gave Li Zhifeng his white hair, trimmed his eyebrows slightly, and changed his features a little. Finally, Li Zhifeng looked in the mirror, as if he was a middle-aged man.
"It's done." Li Zhifeng said with satisfaction, "I'm ten years older."
"Eyes." You Miao said helplessly: "Keep your eyes closed, your eyes are too powerful."
Li Zhifeng followed You Miao's instructions and looked down for a while, and both of them laughed.
When going to bed at night, You Miao hugged Li Zhifeng and rested his head on his shoulder, feeling both strange and funny, and jokingly said, "You can be my father."
Li Zhifeng had a funny taste: "Good son, call me Dad."
The two laughed and fought, and the night passed. The next day, Lin Ke came to knock on the door. You Miao was drowsy and was carried on a mule. Before dawn, all the merchants rushed to the market.
As soon as Dongtian showed a touch of fish belly white, You Miao was so cold that she sighed in white fog. The merchants set up their stalls and arranged the goods. Li Zhifeng was busy, and You Miao sat blankly.
It was not a good day. There was light snow in the overcast wind. The merchants were shivering from the cold. Eight years ago, when I was out of the fortress, I saw the Central Plains merchants outside the fortress, but everyone was rushing, lest they could not buy the goods in the south, and there were people who gave him money to sell things. Why is it so far away now
As the pale sky gradually lighted up, the number of people in the market began to increase. A few Hu people were picking and choosing and strolling around the market. When it was dawn, with their families and their families, there were finally more people coming to the market to buy things. .
"Selling tea-"
"Goods from the south to the north, the finest silks and satins from the south of the Yangtze River—"
"Selling southern goods—"
The merchants shouted in unison as if they had made an appointment. Others shook their heads and blew their suona. The Hanren Street became lively and startled You Miao.
You Miao was watching them rejoice, and the Hu people surrounded them from all directions. Immediately everyone in the market came, You Miao breathed a sigh of relief—it seems that the trade in the north is still the same as before.
The Tatars clucked, and the vendors from each stall began to compare their fingers, no need to talk, no need to bargain, saying how much is how much, and not selling for a penny less, and several times the buyers were so anxious that they would draw their knives and cut people. You Miao was startled, but Li Zhifeng shook his head to signal that he should not be afraid.
The crowd gathered in front of You Miao's stall was the most lively. It was chaos. In less than half an hour, the tea brought out today was sold cleanly. You Miao did not come to do business for money. The furs were sold, and the bundles of rouge and tea, etc., were properly bundled out, and there were more and more wolf skins and fox skins behind them. , so the merchants in the whole street began to free up all kinds of good goods for these Tatar nobles to buy.
"I knew that I brought all the goods out today." You Miaole said.
Li Zhifeng said: "Master, this is the first day, we have to do business for at least five days."
Although You Miao has been out of business for a long time, but seeing the bustling scene in the market, she couldn't help itching. Looking at the fur behind her, she roughly estimated the value. This time, the value of the goods will at least triple.
In less than a morning, the goods were almost sold out, and the merchants with the best business began to close their stalls. Li Zhifeng kept staring at the people coming and going. There was still a small wooden handmade screen, a coral, a few For a porcelain vase, someone asked the price, and he offered a high price, knowing that all the dignitaries who wanted to buy it were dignitaries.
"Have you closed the stall?" Li Zhifeng asked.
"Close the stall." You Miao said: "I'm hungry too, find a place to eat, and then ask for news."
Li Zhifeng counted the bills, and You Miao smiled and said, "Don't forget, it's just the husband and wife shop we opened. Is it possible that someone still touches the money?"
Li Zhifeng also thought about it. He had collected the account book and was about to close the stall when a group of people suddenly appeared in front of him. A Tatar wearing a wolf-tailed hat and a coat of beasts came over and pointed at them. Lead to You Miao's stall.
Li Zhifeng's expression froze immediately, You Miao secretly thought in his heart, why would anyone come here specially? Where did it show its feet
The leader said something, and You Miao's expression changed immediately, and he said with a smile: "Brothers, what do you want to buy?"
Just as You Miao stepped forward, Li Zhifeng pulled two fingers behind him, motioning him to stay and negotiate on his own. You Miao gently waved his hand to indicate that he might as well, and opened the coral wrapped in red cloth again.
"Sell?" The first person stood in front of You Miao and looked at him condescendingly. His tone was polite but full of intimidation.
You Miao hurriedly smiled and said, "Of course, everything that is laid out is sold."
You Miao swept the crowd, speculated their identities, and three words flashed in his mind: Quanrongren.
The master is here, and You Miao's thoughts turn around. Do these people know that Li Yifeng is here? Did someone see through it? No... You Miao believes not.
He tried his best to control himself not to look back at Li Zhifeng, but Li Zhifeng, as if nothing had happened, took out the goods again and showed them to the people.
Eight Quan Rong people, all of them are sturdy and acquainted, with the air of the desert, the appearance is unruly, the waist is equipped with a machete, and the arms are folded, talking and laughing with each other, and watching You Miao together.
You Miao understood why no one dared to provoke the Quanrong people. Now it seems that most of these people have skills similar to Li Zhifeng, and even if Li Zhifeng is outstanding in the clan, he may not dare to return to the tribe rashly.
"Money?" The leader made a gesture of counting money.
You Miao smiled and was polite. With a wave of his sleeves, he covered the back of the leader's hand with his left hand, placed his right hand under his left hand, and gently squeezed the edge of the leader's palm.
This is the most common way of bargaining among the Hu people, that is, "dark price" - the two parties tell each other their price by hooking their fingers. This kind of bargaining method was first brought to the northern frontier by the Han people. The reason was that one or more customers competed for the goods, and the buyers exchanged prices in private in this way, so as to avoid malicious bargaining and price hikes. Later, due to the difference in Chinese and Hu languages, most of them gestured with fingers. Now You Miao saw the identity of the other party, and he kneaded his hands to negotiate the price. It is both respectful and friendly.
When the leader saw You Miao's move, he smiled faintly, his big hand was powerful and powerful, covering the back of You Miao's hand, You Miao's fingers hooked with his thick fingers, but as soon as they touched, they were pinched by pliers-like fingers. Ten fingers connected to the heart, the fingers seemed to have a thousand strength, and you Miao screamed when pinched.
"Oops—" You Miao screamed, Li Zhifeng raised his head sharply, but the leader retreated immediately, and everyone laughed.
"Just kidding." The leader waved his hand hurriedly.
You Miao glared angrily, this group of people was simply shameless, the leader saw You Miao was angry, he looked at him with a smile, took out a gold ingot from his arms and put it on the table. The rest came over and took the coral away.
You Miao's face looked better now. The money given by the leader was enough to buy two corals and still look for it.
"Sikland." The chief pointed to himself.
You Miao asked blankly, "What?"
Li Zhifeng's expression changed slightly, but he returned to normal very quickly, standing behind You Miao with his hands down.
The Tatar who brought them had a little knowledge of Chinese, and then said to Youmiao: "Lord Sikhlan! Sir!"
You Miao understood and hurriedly clasped her fists and said, "My name is You Miao."
Sikhland said: "Come, come, my house."
You Miao: "???"
Sikhland murmured a few words to the Tatar, and You Miao understood it right away. Li Zhifeng also taught him to speak Quanrong before, so he could understand some key words. Sikhland was inviting You Miao. Come to his mansion in Da'an and ask him something.
You Miao nodded and said, "I must go in these days."
Sikhland nodded meaningfully to You Miao, turned around and left with his clan, the Tatars, Han, Wuhu and other ethnic groups all gave way along the way.