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A group of timid fish-skinned tatars gathered together, their goods were too small and inconspicuous, and what they wanted to trade was food, and food was not the mainstream of trade.

Russians also want food. They plant and cultivate in newly colonized areas, but the grain yield they grow is quite limited. They also have the trouble of food shortage and it is difficult to eat enough. Normally, they are a small amount of black bread and vegetable soup, which is a very good meal.

People in this era were very hard to suffer. Their average lifespan, including these colonists, was very short, but people who saw the hope of getting rich still flocked to them. Of course, the top Russian leaders, including the Tsar, also sent as many people as possible to new territory. At first, they used profits to attract large families, but later they adopted the method of exile, which was quite effective. This was how Russia developed almost in this way.

It may be possible that the special line of grain transportation will be opened in the Hutchison Conference in the future. In the short term, the profits of grain prices will shrink with the extension of the route, and the Russians cannot offer high prices like the Donglu. Donglu wants to maintain the existence of a regime, and their food shortage is much serious, so there is a massacre in the fifth year of the Tianqi period. If many people cannot provide benefits, the regime will struggle, it is best to kill them.

This is the slave owner's way of thinking, and of course it is still correct from a certain perspective.

"You want to change the food?"

Wang Zheng picked up a pearl and looked at it. Perhaps because he was not interested in these small tribes, most of their pearls were kept, and they were of quite intact, crystal clear, with a white outer layer and a crystal color inside. The whole bead exuded a soft luster, which made people feel intoxicated.

"It's a change of food." The people of these small tribes didn't even have a shop, so they set up stalls on the street. Fortunately, no one came to drive them away. The stall setting up the stall and Wang Jun both spoke in Mongolian. The other party replied nervously: "We don't want anything else, we just want food."

"Are you stupid?" Wang Zheng laughed and scolded: "I'll give you money, isn't it good for you to buy food with money?"

"We don't want anything else." Oroqen people insisted: "Just want food."

"A bunch of stupid donkeys."

Wang Jun shook his head, stood up and left.

The other party looked very disappointed and blinked a few times, but he didn't mean to call Wang Jun.

The common tricks used by the Han merchants were that these fish-skinned Tartars or deer-skinned Tartars had no idea, nor did they know or ignored gold and silver. Like the early tribes, they only knew how to trade in kind.

Wang Jun originally planned to do it, but looking at the faces of the group of Tartars, his heart was softened.

He walked to the side of the road, hired a freight truck, and then took his people to the only commercial bank in the city, and bought a whole truck of grain with money. Hutchison currently has no intention of buying and selling grain on a large scale and opening up a route for transporting grain, but it does not mean that there is no shortage of grain in the city. In fact, there is no possibility of shortage of grain in the city. Hutchison has several military forts along the way and is also a grain storage point. The total grain has been stored for 600,000 stones, which is a very terrifying figure, but for Hutchison, it can only be said to be a drop in the bucket.

No one knows the specific grain storage numbers, just know that over the years, grain storage has been stored at a scale of more than one million stones every year. There are more people eating, but more people collect.

Many people estimate that the military department has stored grain for more than 3 million stones, but in the past two years, there will be three million acres of land, beans, sorghum, millet, and a large amount of sweet potatoes that have been opened in the south of the desert.

No one can tell how much it is. He only knows that the supply of grains is open and that the wheat is paid at the market price is also a supply. Of course, there are restrictions, and it is not as much as you want to buy.

Wang Jun bought more than fifty stones and nearly seven thousand kilograms of grain. When he came back with a truck full of grain, all the fish-skinned Tartars stared wide.

"This car cannot go far, but it can help you transport it to the accommodation site outside the city. I know you have some horses, so put the food on the horses and take it back. Don't rush to leave here, learn more and see more." Wang Zheng smiled and said, "You must always integrate into it. Don't be stubborn. There will be no bad people who want to deceive you. I really feel cheated. There are market management officials here, who are our friends from Hutchison. They told them that they will uphold justice for you. Okay, now you can see how many beads you can exchange for me. I have to choose the best ones. I will take them back and give them to me and my wife. If I don't choose well, I will not be as good as my buyer next time."

A group of fish-skinned Tartars looked at each other. Of course they wanted to change the food, but they never thought that the beads found in the river could be exchanged for so much food!

Everyone did not hesitate, and dozens of people knelt down in a straight tube.

This kind of etiquette is also the highest etiquette among these small tribes, symbolizing their unreserved respect and gratitude.

Wang Zheng said: "Don't do this, get up quickly."

Unexpectedly, more people knelt down, and many people held the largest and best pearls in their hands and stuffed them directly into Wang Zheng's hand.

"Don't have so many, too many." Wang Jun was sweating profusely. He didn't expect that his soft heart would cause a lot of trouble. At the same time, both sides underestimated the status of his goods in the other party's heart.

A good Dongzhu may be sold for hundreds or thousands of taels in the capital, while a stone of grain in Datong is less than one tael of silver. In Mobei, the cost and transportation costs are not more than three taels. A stone of grain in Jiangnan is only five cents of silver. A large cart of grain in Jiangnan is less than twenty taels of silver. A Dongzhu in Jiangnan can definitely be sold for one thousand taels of silver. However, it is meaningless to ignore the calculation of local and various costs.

Dongzhu is beautiful stones in the hands of these barbarians, and food is the most important thing. A truckload of food is enough for the entire tribe to be free from hunger and cold for at least one month. It can save a considerable number of lives in winter, which is much more important than Dongzhu.

"Okay, okay, that's enough." Wang Zheng was a little embarrassed. He quickly picked up Dongzhu and then firmly refused the request to take it again.

Many tribes who came along the Kruren River were watching with great gaze. Of course, they also needed food, and the more the better.

Then there are iron and cotton.

In addition, they also need medicine.

Exquisite porcelain or silk is something they really don’t need at all. They also want tea bricks, but not the most urgent thing.

When Wang Jun left, the people from these tribes showed disappointment. They had not done the preliminary work, but the Russians wanted food, and the Mongolians wanted food, and Hutchison did not provide large-scale food trade. If Wang Jun was not an internal staff member, he would not be able to buy a whole truck of food and come out easily.

In fact, Wang Zheng's approach was illegal, but he did not realize this at the time. This was also a loophole. After it appeared, there would be new regulations to make up for the leaks. Otherwise, the internal personnel of the military department would gain considerable benefits by buying grain, which was so great that people would ignore their self-esteem and military discipline. After all, the huge amount of wealth that Wang Zheng could refuse may not be rejected.

Never use human nature to test greed, but use the system to plug all loopholes. This is what Zhang Han has always insisted on.

"I've seen the master." Wang Jun walked to the Drum Tower with sweat on his head. Zhang Han had already sent someone to call him up.

When he was climbing the tower, he met a team official who looked like a veteran. Wang Zheng didn't know him, but just nodded politely.

The other party took the initiative to salute. Wang Zheng smiled when he returned the salute, "I am Wang Zheng, the staff officer of the Fourth Regiment of the Taiwan Marine Division. Who is me?"

"I am Wang Jingzhong, the officer of the 3rd Battalion of the Ninth Dragon Cavalry Regiment." Lao Jun introduced himself with a smile, and at the same time put down his hand.

"So it was Commander Wang." Wang Zheng suddenly remembered who the other party was. He went from a brave and good team-level commander who had made countless contributions to the soldiers, and there was no other one in Hutchison.

Wang Jingzhong smiled and said, "You should call me the King of Team King. If I think I am a senior, it's a respectful title."

"Okay." Wang Zheng smiled and said, "We are our family, I'd better call you brother in private... Brother, you have hurt us. Taiwan has been rectifying for half a month, and the military judge's chin is almost tilted to the sky."

Wang Jingzhong smiled bitterly and said, "I don't know how many times I have heard of such words, but I'm sorry."

It was only after so long that Wang Zheng raised this topic so easily that Wang Jingzhong could face it calmly.

"Well, I didn't expect to have the opportunity to work with my brother." Wang Zheng said frankly: "We didn't have any good things to talk about when we mentioned my brother, so I have to pay for it."

"This is also expected..." Wang Jingzhong didn't expect that the thin and thin little brother was so frank, and he was stunned for a moment.

"You seem to have lost a lot of weight recently." Two officers climbed up the stairs. The Drum Tower is five floors high. For ordinary people, they are afraid of being out of breath when they reach the top. For two officers who have experienced strict physical training, it is nothing to raise their legs a few more times.

"I recently followed Zhou Yaozhou, and well, to be precise, I accepted his special training for a group of staff officers."

"Ah," Wang Jingzhong glanced at Wang Jun with a sympathetic look and said, "I understand now."

"We swam thirteen times in the middle of the night in the Kruren River." Wang Jun said in contemplation: "I don't understand why a war has to go back and forth so many times. We still have to raise the map bag as high as possible and not wet. Later I fainted and was woken up and continued with the next time."

"It's not just that?" Wang Jingzhong smiled and said, "If his training was just about physical fitness, he wouldn't have gone to the Military Training Department."

"Well, the limits of mental and physical limits, obedience, coordination, equestrianism, escape skills, various aspects, and training according to different types of troops." Wang Zheng said: "Fortunately, we all survived."

"I heard that you spit out a lot of people when you draw pictures."

"I am one of them." Wang Zheng said: "Zhou Siguan said that a staff officer cannot provide maps as soon as possible and give appropriate tactical opinions. In normal times, he is not a qualified staff officer. He must receive his training at any level... Why don't he curse Sun Siguan and Xia Xiping?"

“Xia Xiping received physical training.”

"What?"

"Si Guan Sun has also accepted it."

Wang Jingzhong looked at Wang Zheng with a shocked look and smiled: "Don't you think there is really a special class in us, we are right? All military training plans include every highest-level officer, and even the officer Wang and Deputy Zhengshi Liang have received strong training."

Wang Zheng knew that Wang Jingzhong always called Wang Changfu an old team official or a Wang team official. At the beginning, he was Wang Changfu's subordinate in the border army without taking over at night. He had been used to it for many years and might have been suspected of being able to cling to Wang Changfu when he was so famous. Now Wang Changfu has become marginalized. Although the group is still there, many people have changed their words to avoid suspicion. Wang Jingzhong was scratched to the end, and it is quite rare to have such a character.

Now Wang Jun understands why this old officer was also selected and became a member of the officer corps to Taiwan.
Chapter completed!