When Tang Fonu heard this, he was extremely happy and quickly responded.

Although the distance was far, the officials of Jiezhou were quite accommodating. Under the friendly scimitar of the Wenshu people, they were generously allowed to pass through hundreds of miles, which was very quick for the cavalry.

"General Yang, in addition to the scimitar, we also need some tea."

Tang Fonu said cautiously: "On the plateau, we eat cattle and sheep and drink milk. Without tea, we can easily get sick. Due to the exclusion of the Tubo people, we can't even buy salt and tea."

"This is the case..." Yang Shifan didn't know much about the Tubo people. Xingyuan Mansion was still a little distance from the plateau, and there were also a distance between Qin and Feng. When he heard this, he realized that the plateau people also had some weaknesses, and he couldn't help but think:

Although the Wenmo people are weak, they are indeed a good introduction. Xingyuan Mansion produces a lot of tea and can also obtain well salt through Xichuan Mansion, which is a good use.

"Do you don't even have salt? There is no salt on the plateau?"

"Salt is also a scarce resource on the plateau. Those large tribes control the salt lake. We have to spend a lot of money to buy salt. It is better to spend some cattle and sheep to buy it from the Song people. The rock salt in Lingzhou is also good."

Tang Fonu looked bitter.

The Wenmo people were so pitiful. Tea, salt, and iron were used a little less, and the price was better. Even if they were brave and good at fighting, they could not resist the shortage of supplies.

"A small tribe like you? There should be many on the plateau!" Yang Shifan asked casually.

"Of course this is true? Except for several large tribes, other small tribes can only be controlled by others."

Tang Fonu sighed.

"I can have a lot of salt with you? Tea? and even iron."

Mr. Yang said decisively.

"If this is the case, we Wenmo people will be driven by you." Tang Fonu said excitedly. As a second-hand dealer, maybe Wenmo people will really rise.

"I hope you contact those small tribes? To form an offensive and defensive alliance together? Then listen to my orders."

Yang Shifan smiled and said, "Don't worry, I won't be embarrassed by yours. They are all small things within my ability, and they can only be done? I will let you exchange for a steady stream of supplies."

"We Wenmo people have no choice."

Tang Fonu lowered his head? He said in a deep voice: "As long as we can survive, we are willing to give everything."

Seeing that he knew each other, Yang Shifan nodded, and then formulated a preliminary clause with him, the date of exchange, the proportion of materials, etc., and after a long time of struggle, the two of them returned home with great pleasure.

"General? Are these Wenmo people worthy of trust?"

Zhang Chongfu asked softly with a frown.

"If you don't believe it, you have to believe it." Yang Shifan breathed a sigh of relief and said, "The Tubo people are not reliable? The Wenmo people are naturally the same? But? If it is really feasible, for the Song people, they can be attacked from both sides. Besides, we also have an extra channel to change horses."

"It seems that the Tubo people also understand that the Song people are powerful and should not rebel easily."

The group rode back on horseback and returned to Nanzheng, Xingyuan Prefecture.

Of course, he, a general, could not decide this kind of deal with other tribes. He must discuss it with the prefect, and then submit a memorial and talk to the emperor.

When he returned home, he breathed a sigh of relief. Mr. Yang rode his horse for several days. He was old and felt that his body could not bear it.

However, contacting the Tubo tribe was his suggestion. The Song people were powerful and without some foreign aid, he really couldn't afford the four states of Qin Feng and the Fengxiang army.

As long as you gain something, in war, it will be more time-honored and can really gain a lot.

By the time you capture Qin Feng, you will be able to gain a portal into Guanzhong. At that time, you will be able to drive straight into Chang'an and restore the old capital. I am afraid a marquis will inevitably be able to do so.

By then, no one would say that his count was too hydrated and blocked many people's mouths.

Thinking of such a beautiful thing in his heart, he couldn't help but step more and his eyes were looser. After all, this was his mansion, so no one dared to hit him.

"Bang--" A heavy object in the chest hit, and his tired body could not be suppressed for many days. He directly raised his head and sat on the blue brick. Yang Shifu gritted his teeth and woke up. He didn't expect that the slap in the face would be so fast:

"Stop, you guy."

Looking at the strong boy who was sneaking and holding his forehead to leave, Yang Shifu didn't make any noise: "You are dancing knives and guns at home every day, and you don't do good things. Now you dare to hit you. What a bastard, stop me."

"Father—" A dark and strong back stopped, a wry smile appeared on his honest face, and said helplessly: "Father, you have to believe me, I didn't mean it."

"Hmph!" Yang Shifan stood up. His martial arts practices have been in good health for many years. This impact is nothing. He said coldly: "What's the reason for such a reckless person?"

"Have you caused some trouble again? Don't think it's my son and do whatever he wants. Don't you know that the sound department of the sound is everywhere in the country. If they know it, will I be blamed for you..."

Yang Wei lowered his head helplessly and listened to his father's troubles.

"You don't know that the husband of Li Xueshu's family (Li Huai) has passed the Jinshi exam. He is just seventeen years old and is a Jinshi. My title is higher than his, but my son is less than one percent..."

"Father, I can also get a Jinshi exam--" Yang Wei couldn't bear the resentment in his heart when he heard this and said loudly.

"You?" Yang Shifan finally stopped nagging. Looking at his son's strong and dark face, he sneered: "Look at you, you have a big and thick look, you haven't memorized the Analects of Confucius, and you still lose my old face by relying on the Jinshi."

"No, Father, it's different now-"

Yang Wei raised his head and said with a red face, "The court issued an official document and will hold a martial arts ceremony in Changsha in October. If I participate, I will become a martial arts scholar. Then I can prove that I am not a waste..."

His dark face was full of pride, his huge fists were clenched, and he felt that he was big and thick, and he could become a martial arts scholar. Then his father would definitely look at him with admiration.

However, he glanced at his father's face, as if it were iron plates, and was so cold that he was scary. At some point, he was holding a horse whip in his hand. He shrank his neck: "I will definitely be a martial arts Jinshi."

"Where did you see it?" Yang Shifu said gritting his teeth, his face turned ashen.

"Your study..." Halfway through, Yang Wei's face instantly turned from black to darker.

"Ba" Yang Shifan waved his whip with a snap. Yang Wei was careless and did not flash. He was whipped in an instant, and his eyes and eyebrows were curled into a ball: "Oh, father, I was wrong-"
Chapter completed!