Chapter 4 Stories

When Yun Zhao's caravan arrived at Duoyan's tribe, Lakshen, the king of Duoyan's tribe, opened his arms from afar and hugged his old friend, Zhangguan Yun.

There was no Hada on his open hands.

When Manager Yun hugged him enthusiastically, he took out a bunch of white Hada and hung it around Lakshun's neck.

"My Anda, I have no extra horses to give you as gifts." (A bouquet of Hada is equivalent to a horse)

Lakshin stroked Hada who was hanging around his neck, his dark face turned purple.

"My Anda, I don't need your horse. As long as I see your smiling face and hear the laughter of you, the old thing, I have received a gift from the God of Eternal Life.

Quick, hurry, hurry, shout out the most beautiful young man and the most beautiful girl in your tribe, and ask them to ride on horseback to tell the surrounding tribes that your Duoyan tribe is going to prepare for the biggest "Holigetai" (gathering).

I brought the best salt, the best tea, the best silk, the best iron pot, the best clay pot, the best porcelain, the pottery, the best knife, awl, needlework, pigment, linen, cotton, saltpeter made from nitro leather, and the Xi'an seasonings you like, as well as the rouge, silk flowers, jewelry, wine pots and wine that the young men need. In short, I brought all the things you want this time. Of course, I also brought your wife two hundred best teapots, she can pick the best ones from it and take two of them away!”

Manager Yun knew his goods as much as he could. When he talked endlessly, Lakshen, who was ecstatic, had already started to whip the tribes around him and refused to leave, and announced the good news to the tribes around him as soon as possible.

Holding a "Holige Platform" is too important for Duoyan. He can not only get a protection fee from Yunshangguan, but also give priority to choosing the goods to be purchased.

The most important thing is that he can tell other tribes through this "Quligetai" that some big merchants are willing to trade with the Duoyan tribe, which fully proves that the Duoyan tribe is still energetic.

Lakshin said it was very lively, but there were very few Mongolians who could be driven by him, especially those who could not see the beautiful young man and the beautiful girl mentioned by Manager Yun.

Those who rode a horse were all passing messages, and even many old women...

Manager Yun, who came to pick up wine in the carriage, lifted the curtain of the carriage and said to Yun Zhao who was lying in the carriage to read a book: "Young Master, you have miscalculated that the Duoyan tribe cannot last for ten years. At most, there will be no Duoyan tribe in Lakshin in the world."

Yun Zhao continued to stare at the book and said lightly: "Continue to give the profit to the Duoyan tribe, and strive to make the Duoyan tribe profit."

"Young Master, if you are doing business, the poor Duoyan team is not a good choice.

Even the Kru tribe not far away is ten thousand times better than the Duoyan tribe."

Yun Zhao turned a page of the book, turned his head to look at the nagging shopkeeper Yun and said, "Do you think I'm traveling thousands of miles to make some money?"

Manager Yun was glanced at by Yun Zhao, and even a layer of oil sweat appeared on his forehead. He hurriedly said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Yun Zhao showed a smile, sat up and said to Manager Yun, "You are old. Next time, let your son come here to do business, you can just guard the grain store in Chang'an City."

Manager Yun showed a surprise expression on his face, and he immediately bent his knees and thanked the young master for his kindness for his support.

Suddenly I remembered that this was outside the domain, and the young master's identity must not be revealed, so I straightened my back and gently lowered the curtain of the carriage.

Yun Zhao closed the book and was restless.

Yun Yang, Yun Juan and the others have been away for four days. Calculate the time and now they should have reached the position of the King's Priest.

If everything goes well, the battle should have begun at this time.

Yun Zhao was about to stay in Duoyan's tribe for three days, and then went to Yikeshu to wait for Yun Yang and the others to come back.

Then, Bater Merlin, who suffered a loss, must fight back against the Kru tribe. This counterattack must be aimed at killing King Kru. Only in this way can we rekindle our morale and make more Mongolians willing to follow this great hero to fight the grassland.

In the afternoon, the drunken shopkeeper Yun came back and saw Yun Zhao sitting opposite a young Mongolian man.

Although Yun Zhao was entertaining the Mongolian with good food, the Mongolian seemed extremely cramped. He held a chicken leg in his left hand and a silver bowl full of wine in the other hand, but he did not dare to eat or move. He just looked at Yun Zhao straight, for fear of missing every word Yun Zhao said.

“Lakshun is fifty-one years old this year, right?

He has been the king of the Duoyan tribe for a long time, and for so many years, the Duoyan tribe has not only not become better, but it is his fault."

"You eat, don't be restrained. Look, how many years can the Duoyan team last at most?"

"Three years? Oh, you're so accurate, Lahochi, from this point you can tell that you are a visionary Mongolian.

Since Lin Danhan died of illness in Dacaotan, Qinghai, and his son handed over the imperial seal and the descendants of the 200,000 tents of the Golden Family to Dorgon, there are not many visionary Mongolians like you."

"I heard you are also a descendant of the Golden Family?"

"Well, you're right. Although you're just a translator and a Mongolian who leads the caravan, you're also a member of the Duoyan tribe.

Haven't you ever thought about doing something for your home for your tribe, your dilapidated yurts, your skinny cattle and sheep, your broken lords, and your old woman who fell to the ground begging for others?

"Come on, have another bowl of wine. If you hadn't brought our caravan to the Duoyan tribe this time, you know, we wouldn't have come to this poor tribe.

Look at these shepherds who came from all directions, how happy they were. Only in the Duoyan tribe can they exchange a sheep for a pottery pot, and only in the Duoyan tribe's "Holigetai" can they see so many goods.

These are all your achievements. Laheqi, if a tribe wants to prosper, it cannot be separated from a good leader and a good king.

Lakshun is so old..."

"What? He actually settled the most beautiful girl in the tribe in his yurt? Oh my God, don't he know that the old rule that women of his clan cannot enter the yurt of the clan leader?

He would not be able to give birth to strong Mongolian warriors in this way. Oh my God, why didn’t Changshengtian drop a thunder and strike him to death?

I don't want to do business with such an elderly, dirty, dirty old guy. Even if he gives me a thousand gold barricades (Monday currency) I don't want to see him again."

"No, no, no, Lahochi, I don't want to kill anyone, we are just a caravan, we come to the grassland just to do business, killing people is not our must-have choice.

I am a Han, so, I don't participate in Mongolian affairs, of course, I only choose to do business with clean, young, capable Mongolians, such as you - Lahochi!"

"Don't be impulsive, Lahochi! How can you get rid of the crime when you kill Lakshin? I heard that the Mongolians punished them very much for committing such crimes!

I want you to do business with us well and healthily, so that you can make a lot of money and redeem the peony girl that Laxun snatched away. Killing Laxun will not be good for you."

"What? Do you have some brothers? This is great, I ask, can we do business with them? I really can't stand this old, dirty Lakshen..."

The young Mongolian Laheqi drank all the wine in Yunzhao's wine pot and ate the chicken in front of Yunzhao.

After applying her greasy mouth, she went to the yurt group in Duoyanbu.

Seeing that the shopkeeper Yun had been waiting for a long time, Yun Zhao turned around and asked, "Is there anything wrong?"

Manager Yun humbly leaned on the ground and said, "Young Master, Lakshen wants to sell the tribe to us."

Yun Zhao frowned and said, "What did he think?"

Manager Yun said: "Lakshen wants to sell all the women, cattle, sheep, horses and yurts from the Duoyan tribe. He wants to bring us money to live with us to Xi'an."

Yun Zhao shook his head and said, "No, the inheritance of the tribe is very important. It must continue the customs of the Mongolians and we cannot destroy them.

Besides, what I need is a complete and clear Doyan team, instead of buying one back, as it will be laughed at.”

Manager Yun whispered: "How to deal with Laheqi?"

Yun Zhao stretched his neck and looked at the Mongolian yurt circle and said slowly: "He killed his patriarch in front of so many people. According to the rules of the Golden Family, he should be put into a sack and trampled by a hundred war horses, so that he can return to the embrace of Changshengtian."

"Since that's the case, who will inherit the position of the Duoyan tribe leader?"

"Lakshun's eleven-year-old daughter."

"Mongolian women without husbands cannot become patriarchs."
Chapter completed!