In March, Zhangjiakou is still very cold, still withered and yellow, with occasional green spots dotted in this yellow world.

The Ma Market, which had been closed for several months, has reopened.

Many tribes from far and near gathered here to change some daily necessities that are necessary for life. Once they were in seclusion for too long in the Ming Dynasty, their lives would definitely not be able to survive. Without tea, people would be crazy. Without iron pots, they would not be able to eat hot milk. Without salt, they would have to be savages.

This is a schoolyard, with leaders of all sizes of the Imperial Army and leaders gathered here. Everyone has heard of one thing, that is, the horse market is about to reopen, so everyone is happy and dressed politely, trying to clean themselves up to appear more civilized.

"I heard that this horse market is about to reopen!" said a small leader of the Imperial Army.

"This is for sure. It's spreading everywhere outside the pass. If the horse market reopens, can there be any fakes?" said another person immediately.

"I heard that the city here is now for our Imperial Army, and no one else has a share. Is this true?" Someone asked.

"This is not necessarily the case. If we only offer our Imperial Army, why do we come so many other tribes today? It is obviously not for our Imperial Army." Someone said.

"No, I visited Governor Mandu a few days ago. He said that this time, the court had been fighting for this matter for a long time. His Majesty opened a gap for our Imperial Army and specially opened a border market. Otherwise, with the momentum of the Shanxi Merchant Case a few days ago, the Horse Market would be reopened so soon? Don't forget that the Ming Dynasty and the Dajin fought very hard..." Another leader of the Imperial Army also said confidently.

"Molt, I'm still a big gold. Do you believe it or not? I'll tell Governor Man to go, and you'll be allowed to eat a whip..." Another leader of the Imperial Army next to him immediately threatened.

"Donglu, Donglu, I was wrong. Don't tell the Manchu Governor, otherwise I'll have to eat the whip..." The leader of the Imperial Army, who just said the wrong thing, immediately smiled.

"I think it would be great if the Ming emperor could pay us military salaries? It would be better if we don't have to be as high as the new army of Mandu Governor. One tael of silver a month would be enough..." Another said.

“Yes, yes, yes…”

"Yes, we should mention to the governor. Just relying on the seized amount is not enough to eat!" Someone immediately agreed.

...

There was a lot of discussion on the school ground. Suddenly, a voice came: "Governor Manchu is here...". The leaders of the Imperial Army stopped talking and began to wait for Mangui's arrival.

Man Gui strode to the stage and looked around everyone.

"...Stand for me..." Man Gui looked at the scattered tribe leaders under the control of the Imperial Army, and said with some disgust that he was used to the uniform queue now, and was very disgusted with this kind of mob-like arrangement.

Only then did the leaders of the Imperial Army tribe try to stand up as well as possible to avoid causing the Manchu Governor to get angry.

"Today, if there are more horse markets, I won't say much. People come and read the name. If they have read it, come up to get the tickets. After receiving the tickets, the horse market will officially begin..." Man Gui looked at the lazy team in the ground and was disgusted. He had prepared some remarks, but now he doesn't want to say it anymore. He directly asked these people to get all kinds of tickets. After receiving the tickets, these people naturally knew the "benefits" of this ticket.

The leaders of various tribes of the Imperial Army looked at Man Gui in discomfort. First, they were happy, then they were confused, and then asked each other what was going on. Why did they still need to receive the vote? Could it be military tickets? Many people were excited.

"Have the Borji tribe arrived?" A small official behind Man Gui saw that his adults were saying they were going to start invoices, so he did not hesitate and immediately started reading according to the list.

"Here, he's here." The leader of the Borzi tribe ran up and sent military tickets. This matter is really strange. I just don't know how many tickets they can send. This military ticket is always valuable. No, as much military ticket is worth as much money!

"The Borji tribe has a total of 200 kilograms of grain coupons, 100 kilograms of tea coupons, 20 kilograms of sugar coupons, 20 cloth coupons, 20 gun coupons..., 20 needle coupons..., 1,000 kilograms of wine coupons..." The little official's voice was very loud. Although the wind and sand at the border in March were still there, it could not cover up his voice.

Food coupons, tea coupons, cloth coupons? What is this? The imperial army was stunned.

"Governor, can these tickets be used as silver?" The leader of the Borzi tribe asked carefully, why are the tickets so detailed?

"These cannot be used as silver, but they are more valuable than silver." Man Gui said happily to the leader of the Borzi tribe, with some fun in his eyes.

"Governor, this, this, this..." Borji saw Man Gui's smile on his face, fearing Man Gui's pressure, so he did not dare to ask too much.

"Don't worry, since you are the Imperial Army, Your Majesty should take care of you and will not let you suffer any losses..." Man Gui said with a smile.

"That's, that's..." The leader of the Borji tribe immediately agreed.

"To be honest, if it weren't for the Imperial Army, Your Majesty wouldn't have opened this horse market at all. Do you think that when our court and the Donglu fought to death, they would still open the horse market to inform the Donglu and convey materials to the Donglu?" Man Gui said with a smile.

Man Gui's smile made the leaders of the tribe present feel chills.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty's Majesty's Majesty..." Borji said repeatedly. The leaders below were not sure what was going on today, and they all followed.

"You have to make an announcement for you and beware of someone giving information from Donglu. Don't you think it's difficult?" Man Gui continued to smile.

"That's, that's..." Borji agreed repeatedly.

"That is, you must not only make your life go by, but also strictly prevent the Tonglu, and also strictly prevent the military weapons and food from flowing to the Donglu. Therefore, this ticket is also available. In the future, you have to buy the corresponding things with this ticket. Our dynasty has no choice but to strictly control the Tonglu!..." Man Gui said with a smile.

"ah!……"

“Huh…”

The leaders of large and small tribes were even more surprised, but I had never heard of this before.

"I dare to ask the governor, that is, this time, we only got a pile of paper and got nothing else. We live with the Ming Dynasty and work hard for the Ming Dynasty. In the end, we have to buy something with a ticket. This, governor, is too much of a foreigner to treat our Imperial Army as an outsider. Since our Imperial Army surrendered to the Ming Dynasty, we will naturally work hard for His Majesty. Why does the governor trust us so much?" A clear-headed person appeared in the Imperial Army and began to reason with Man Gui.

"that is……"

"That's right, we thought we wanted to share the money, but we didn't expect that it was a pile of paper, which was for a ball..."

"...The Ming Dynasty was too unwilling to treat us as human beings..." Someone in the Imperial Army immediately became noisy. He suddenly heard that he had to pay for tickets to buy things in the future, and that was his capital and life were all in the hands of the Ming Dynasty! He immediately became noisy.

"Silent!" The attendant beside Mangui shouted repeatedly.

The noisy sound immediately quieted down, and everyone looked at Mangui, seeing what Mangui said.

"Hehe, are there anyone among you who don't want to join the Imperial Army? You can leave now. Our Ming Dynasty never forces people to get out of here. If you want to get out of here, you will do what Your Majesty said. In order to open this hole for you, your Majesty has won you against the pressure of the courtiers. You dare not appreciate it..." Man Gui smiled. At this time, he still wanted to struggle? Is that possible? A group of people waiting to die.

The leaders of the tribe looked at Man Gui with a look of leaving if he didn't want to do it, and looked at Man Gui with a strange smile. They were even more unsure whether Man Gui would attack on the spot and kill them all. Under Man Gui's pressure, they did not dare to have an attack. However, this kind of life was really hard to live in other people's hands. Once this ticket really came true, they would have to get the approval of the Ming Dynasty, which would have completely lost their freedom and become the thugs of the Ming Dynasty.

"All said, the reputation of my Majesty has always been very good, and it is not that I have not given you a way out. Have you been clamoring to pay the salary? Although this time, these tickets are better than the salary and are more valuable. Borji, your tribe doesn't need a few pots a year, right? Look, you are buying this pot now with this pot ticket, but you can buy it for only two taels of silver. But if you don't have this pot ticket, you have to pay at least four taels of silver. That's the price of a high-quality horse. Calculate that this pot ticket alone, you have no need to do anything, and you have made a net profit of two taels of silver. That's twice the price. What about other things? The military tickets that Your Majesty has given you are actually worthy of excess. You give these tickets to those *** tribes without tickets, and it's really not difficult to get a few thousand taels of silver this year. Your Majesty is very thoughtful for you..." Man Gui said with a smile.

"ah!……"

"Well!……"

There is also such a saying that the leaders of all sizes of the Imperial Army immediately started to discuss such good things. If it was really like this, it would be more reliable than the military pay. They had also "please" the Ming Dynasty. Even if they had obtained, how much could they get? Even if the Ming Dynasty really gave the pay and was given to their names, there was not much money. But now it is different. A Borji tribe alone can get several thousand taels of silver a year. What about them? Can they get almost all the money? After covering it up, it is much more cost-effective than asking for money.

"Governor, is this really that much?" The leader of the Borji tribe thought for a while and asked in embarrassment. He couldn't figure out whether it was the Ming emperor who treated them well or were not.

"Hehe, if you want to have more money, there is only one way, that is, to work hard and try to kill the enemy for Your Majesty. The greater the credit, the more you will get. Now the tickets are all based on your contributions last year. Your Majesty only looks at the credits, and everything that has credits is easy to say, salt, tea, wine, sugar, cloth, grain, ironware, pasture... I can give you anything you want, but if you are cheating and want to live a mess, then I'm sorry, there is no such ticket..." Man Gui said.

"..." The people underground were talking about it again. Is this a good thing or a bad thing?

"Governor, what if I want to build a grenade? Can I change it?" A leader of a small tribe asked loudly. Although the voice was loud, it was obvious, with caution in his tone.

"Don't worry, you can change it. You can exchange it for all kinds of extra tickets for other things, such as muskets and grenades, which is fine..." Man Gui said with a smile. He was really not afraid of others saying that he smuggled arms to the *** people. Even if these grenades are placed anywhere, they will gradually begin to "awake" in less than two years, and the power of the gunpowder will gradually decrease. Perhaps after a few years, it may be possible to wait for the grenades to be able to be fired, let alone muskets without ammunition.

"Wow……"

As soon as this was said, everyone was talking about it again. It seemed that the Ming Dynasty was really not stingy. It didn't treat them as outsiders and became excited.

"Governor, I don't know how many tickets our tribe can get. Let's get the ticket now so we can change things!" The leader of a small tribe of the Imperial Army couldn't wait and shouted that he wanted to get the ticket to buy things.

Man Gui waved his hand, and the minor official next to him immediately realized and began to continue the invoice work.

There are more than one place in Zhangjiakou, and there is also Xifengkou in the border market.

The border city of Zhangjiakou is different from that of Xifengkou. In addition to Xifengkou, after last year's "cleaning", it was basically the Imperial Army. It was either the Imperial Army or became a spoil. However, Zhangjiakou is different. It can connect Liaodong in the east, Lin Danhan in the north, and the Wordus and Tumote tribes in the west, and the situation is completely different from Xifengkou. For those tribes that have not yet mastered, it is naturally impossible to kill them in one stroke, making them the same as Xifengkou. Therefore, the "ration system" here is very different from Xifengkou. In addition to the various tickets in the ration system, there are also "bargaining" in addition to the "bargaining" in addition to the "bargaining" in which the "bargaining" can be bought at a high price. This "bargaining" is usually more than twice as much as those of the tickets to buy things. This does not lock down the material channels of the *** tribes, but also gives the Imperial Army a lot of profit space in this way, urging the Imperial Army to fight for the votes.

...

The border city reopened, and many tribal herders came to change things.

"Puan tickets, what kind of pot tickets?" A herder from a tribe came to the border market happily. He took a fancy to a pot and was about to buy it back. But when he asked, the waiter who sold pots asked him for pot tickets, he couldn't figure it out.

"Yes, now, I don't have any pot tickets, so I can't sell the pot to you..." The waiter said confidently.

"Why? Can't I give the money?" the herder asked hurriedly.

"This is not a problem of silver. Now there is no ticket, who dares to sell you something? The charge of a Tongluo is detained. We want to eat a few more bowls of rice..." The waiter didn't care about the money in the hand of the herdsman.

"If you don't sell, don't sell..." The herder was also a tough guy. Seeing that this family refused to sell, he looked back and saw that there was another one not far away selling pots. He was planning to not buy it here. If he changed it, he would not believe it. He could not buy it with nothing. If he didn't buy it with you, it depends on what money you made.
Chapter completed!