Soon a few days later, Duanmu Ruoyu, Ding Yiliu and others were already very accustomed to trading with the Mongolians. The last misunderstanding was indeed the same as He Jin expected, and the communication methods of the two parties were somewhat different.

Well...what to say, the Mongolian transactions at this time were very distinctive.

People don’t like to ask about the price at all. When they see what they want, they don’t even check the quality, so they stuff the cattle and sheep they bring to the Han officials in charge of the transaction. Then they turn their heads and leave, and it’s simply a mess.

This made Hanmin, who was used to shopping around and then bargaining, not surprised: What are you doing? There is no atmosphere of buying and selling. Before the people even started here, you have already ended there...

It would be strange if you don’t make arguing like this.

However, after getting through and adapting to this model, trade progress naturally became very fast.

In just six days, nearly half of the goods brought were sold: tea, linen, sweet and sour, oil and salt, grain, porcelain and other daily necessities, which turned into beef tendons and cowhides, horsetail wool, various rare medicinal materials, and even gems.

In the company was responsible for driving cattle and sheep to the Ming Dynasty. Duanmu Ruoyu also innovatively proposed the model of paying according to work, prepayment and settlement, and recruited many good herders.

However, the smoother the trade here, the more worried the eyebrows became. Because they found that their boss seemed to be a little... mentally abnormal.

I either lie in a tent and sleep heavily or come out to ride a horse when I have nothing to do.

Then I will also participate in some Mongolian activities. Not only will I contact the nobles of the tribe, but even ordinary herdsmen will stop and chat in a few words in a stiff Mongolian language...

"Boss can't... give up on yourself, right?" Duanmu Ruoyu smiled and greeted He Jin, and his face turned solemn, and asked Liu Huoer beside him.

“I don’t think it looks like it.”

Liu Huoer seemed to be very confident in He Jin, and nodded and said firmly: "This is definitely not about giving up on oneself, but about throwing it out..."

"The two words have the same meaning!" Duanmu Ruoyu immediately became even more depressed and said, "It's been more than a year, but your idiom level has not improved."

Liu Huoer looked calm and had no mood to argue. He was suppressed by deep sorrow, and the two then looked at each other and sighed at the same time.

"There are still more than 90% of goods that have no market. If they cannot trade, they will cause unstable rear areas. If the rear areas are unstable, the officials in the court will definitely take the opportunity to attack, and then there will be a terrible end... Why is the boss still having a leisurely look all day long, and he is not anxious at all?"

"I'm afraid it's not the only one," Liu Huoer is a soldier after all, and she is more inclined toward military aspects when considering the problem.

After Duanmu Ruoyu finished complaining, he spat out a mouthful of white mist in loneliness and said, "It is now halfway through the first lunar month. At most, the earth will begin to warm up, and the grassland will become more abundant."

"According to the herdsmen, the little prince has issued a killing order. When the weather gets warmer, he will lead most of his troops to retaliate against this tribe that betrayed Mongolia."

Speaking of this, he couldn't help but look at He Jin's back who walked into the golden tent of the fire sieve and said worriedly: "Even if the boss wants to hide in the Mengguolejin tribe and avoid the crime of liability, it may not be able to be protected here..."

After saying that, the two looked at each other deeply again, and then sighed with sorrow. This time, they looked very much like the old parents who had been worried about single children in He Jin's previous life...

And He Jin, who had just walked into the fire sieve tent, also suffered a three-game attack when he came up: "What's wrong with you recently? Are you planning on the goods? How can Dayankhan deal with it?"

The three aggressive questions are all pointing to the core.

Huo Silk is worthy of being the hero of the grassland. Compared to the concerns behind Duanmu Ruoyu and Liu Huoer, his sharp and straightforward spirit is simply a forced marriage.

He Jin was stunned by the question.

After a long time, I realized it and asked quickly: "How is the tribal reform going? Has there any progress in contacting other tribes? Well...what did you eat for lunch today?"

The fire sieve also started to doubt his life: "What I ate for lunch, does it have anything to do with the above three questions?"

"Uh... Of course it doesn't matter. I just think you asked three questions. If I asked one less, it would be less neat."

The fire sieve suddenly wanted to draw the knife... No, I wanted to use my heavy chain shackle to smash the kid's head to see if it was filled with tofu flowers.

But when he thought about it again, he suddenly realized: "It doesn't matter what you eat... In other words, the first two questions have something to do with my three questions?"

"Of course it's related. I really think I've been full these days and I haven't done anything..."

"Isn't it?"

Huo Siew asked a question, which immediately made He Jin suffer a critical blow, and he felt that the two of them could not discuss the problem happily. As an awkward buffer, he sat down and poured himself a cup of tea.

After taking a sip of tea, I sorted out my thoughts and said seriously: "I'm really fine these days. As for solving the goods market and dealing with the little prince's autumn settlement, I have actually made preliminary plans on the way here."

"After these days of field visits, I have confirmed that my plan is feasible. So I will come to you today and have a serious talk."

After hearing this, the Fire Sieve didn't feel much accident. After all, although he couldn't see through He Jin, he knew that this kid was definitely not the kind of person who was waiting to die.

But he couldn't figure out how to solve the goods market and deal with the little prince's revenge, so how could he follow the tribe reform and contact other tribes...

Just as he thought of this, Huo Silk felt a light of inspiration flashing in his mind, and immediately spoke: "You want to sell the excess goods to other tribes on the grassland!"

Then, He Jin looked at the fire sieve with pity, just like looking at the Alzheimer's patient, and said, "The market here is so big for the time being, and the goods cannot be stored indefinitely. If you don't sell them to other tribes on the grassland, do you still have to pay for it yourself?"

This time, the fire sieve ignored He Jin, but was filled with disappointment and pain, saying, "It's impossible... Of course I have thought about this method for a long time, but no tribe responded. The 300,000 string control men under Dayan Khan were shocked by the desert grasslands. Who dared to rebel against his will?"

"Of course it won't work with your top-down method. To put it bluntly, you Mongolian nobles, like our Ming Dynasty literati class, all built their dignity and status on the blood and tears of the common people."

"Not to mention spending one winter, you can spend ten consecutive days. Don't say you will starve to death, you may be able to raise your body fat due to lack of exercise."

At this time, Huo Silk found that talking to extremely smart people was really a painful thing. Every word they said seemed to contain profound meaning and you need to think about it carefully.

If it were scholars from the Ming Dynasty, they would definitely be happy to play this kind of IQ game.

But for the upright Mongolian man, the fire sieve really pulled out his knife and put it on He Jin's neck and said, "Don't say this nonsense, what's the solution?"

"Me, I...I want to sell the goods from the bottom up." He Jin was so vile and said good-hearted. He was so angry that he could make him draw his sword. When he really drew his sword, he began to coward.

"The nobles don't have to worry about food and drink, but the lower-level herders need daily necessities to survive. Our target group should be positioned on those lower-level herders."

Then, without using fire sieve to urge him, he said in a lot of words: "Has Tabu Nang not discovered that since yesterday, there have been nearby tribal herders braved the cold and rushed to our lakeside to trade?"

"Hmm?..." Huo Siang realized something, but after thinking about it carefully, he felt that he had not thought of anything.

Then, he tightened his knife a little further.

He Jin immediately continued to explain, saying, "I mean, since everyone can come, why don't we take the initiative to promote it? As long as these materials can open up the market from the bottom, the leaders of the tribe will inevitably be in a state of anxiety."

"And if this kind of thing is related to life, the herdsmen will definitely take risks. If the tribe leader is in charge, he will inevitably betray his relatives and relatives. But if he lets go, those herdsmen will sooner or later become the people of your tribe..."

"At that time, even if Da Yankhan wanted to mobilize the army to retaliate, the other tribes were all too busy to take care of themselves. Do you think we gave him a hard knife invisibly? Even some tribes can't stand it anymore, so we can still secretly alienate, bribe, and win over..."

At this time, Huo Silk is a fool and understands He Jin's trick.

But while excited, his eyes turned and his knife tightened: "But what does this have to do with my tribal reform?"

"Hey, you're too much!"

He Jin shouted, pushing the knife while saying, "I have done it with your performance. In this way, my delicate skin will be cut."

However, the knife did not move at all.

Moreover, the Huo Silk's eyes were like a knife, and he only said one word coldly: "Say!"

"Say, say!... Just say it. Alas, you can move the knife first, just move it a little bit..." He Jin became timid again, stretched out his hand and gestured shyly, indicating a gesture of a little distance.
Chapter completed!