Han Zhenhan didn't wait until the middle-aged shopkeeper refused, so he stretched out his palm and told him not to speak. Instead, he said to Qiao Zhiyong beside him.

"Take out the money and ask Manager Tian to write a document for us, so we can also pay the job when we go back!"

"Just write it, 'Buy one thousand guan, Xingxian Tianshi rice shop, grain...'Oh, by the way, how much grain do you have in stock now?"

When the fat shopkeeper heard Han Zhenhan say 1,000 guan, he was delighted, but when he heard how much food was stored, he frowned with a headache, thinking in his heart how much it would be better for 1,000 guan to sell him.

"There are...there are...four hundred and fifty thrones of grain..."

When he was talking, the shopkeeper himself had a little vibrato, and of course Han Zhenhan didn't know what unit his responsibilities were, but he just smiled in his heart.

"Okay, just write it, 'Buy one thousand guan, buy it, and 600 dan of grain in Tianshi rice shop in Xingxian County'. Shunzi! Come here!"

"arrive!"

In response to the voice, he rushed into the room. He was about to salute, but he remembered something, but he just stood at attention.

"Give this shopkeeper half of the money first."

The fat shopkeeper was happy when he heard that he had collected half of the money first, but then he thought, "It's not right, isn't it a thousand guan, four hundred and five?" Why did it become six hundred again? Alas, he sighed in his heart, it's okay, he made a lot of money, which is not bad."

"How many?"

"Get half of the money first, two hundred and fifty taels."

I heard this fat shopkeeper quit doing it, but it was a loss of money.

"The difference is higher, the difference is higher, this half should not be five..."

"Oh!~ I really think you're a business? If this is not Kublai Khan's place, would I have to give you half..."

Han Zhenhan mocked him in front, and threatened him later. He made the fat shopkeeper tremble in his heart. This is an open robber! But the more this happens, the less suspicious the fat shopkeeper will be. Otherwise, if you trade with him well, he will definitely not believe that your official lead is real.

"Write the characters and ask the shopkeeper to press a handprint."

What a smart person in this shopkeeper. You can tell at a glance that when buying, they eat on both sides, and the rice shop here, and the other side embezzled the 500-tenth of money from the previous family. Why is it not the turn of my business? People who do business these days can only lose money like this to avoid disaster.

The letter was signed and the handprints were pressed. Han Zhenhan took the letter with the ink mark and looked at it in a pretentious manner. The word was written quite beautifully. His eyes were left on the letter, but he didn't look at the person's mouth.

"The grain was sent to me, outside the west gate of the city, next to the woods three miles away. I delivered it before dark today, which delayed my team's departure. Be careful that I will burn your rice shop."

After saying that, Han Zhenhan got up and left. The rice shopkeeper and waiter quickly got up and followed behind. When he walked to the door, Shunzi pulled Han Zhenhan's sleeve and lowered his head and whispered a few words in Han Zhenhan's ear.

"Oh, are you Qin people? Let's go, our generals just like to listen to these things, pull your guys, come with us."

After saying that, he turned around and left, Shunzi, with a happy look on his face, turned around and fucked Qin Chuan, and spoke to the people sitting on the ground.

"Let's go, let's go, sir, let you go with me."

The owner of the rice shop also walked past the business and heard that the group of people was indeed from the northwest, and even confirmed their identity. If they met, it seemed that the deal was compensated.

After sighing one after another, he heard a sound of complaining to the waiter.

"Captain Han, you really are! Our Qiao family has never seen a thousand skills like you in business for so many years."

When the four people left, they became more than a dozen people, and they were both picking and resisting. Just now, there was a rice shop owner at the door of the rice shop. Han Zhenhan couldn't ask. There were no outsiders around him now. Han Zhenhan asked,

"Shunzi, what's going on?"

"Report...ah, the master, these people are fellow villagers from northern Shaanxi, from Wugong County, Xi'an. They were singing Qin Opera. They were originally going to celebrate the birthday of the county master's mother here and sang a few songs. Unexpectedly, when they arrived in the county town, the old man's mother couldn't stand the birthday and was overwhelmed. They were not in trouble. Now they had no money..."

Han Zhenhan did not avoid talking. These men from northern Shaanxi, who were deceived and scared, received supplies and said it out. If they were asked to let this group of people go back, they would inevitably be suspicious. So they let the group go back together.

Just after Han Zhenhan left, the waiter from the rice shop hurriedly ran out of the store, and the shopkeeper went to find someone to carry the food.

Han Zhenhan and his group returned to the camp, allowing people to settle the troupe and put on the Mongolian army uniforms. The foreman of the troupe was a young man. He was stunned when he saw this scene. This was really the Mongolian army.

When he returned to the tent where they were placed, the old man around him began to complain in a low voice.

"Qin Hao! Look at you, look at it, you do good things. If you are hungry, you shouldn't come this time, you shouldn't come~"

"Uncle San, I don't know if they are Mongolian soldiers when hungry. My father died at their hands. If he was hungry, he would be willing to sing for the Mongolians, why would he run here to do if he hungry?"

As he said that, Qin Hao squatted on the ground and left his head without saying a word. There were eight people in the opera troupe, six young people, and the remaining two were relatively older. One of them was called the Third Uncle by Qin Hao just now.

Several people complained to each other in the camp in a low voice, but couldn't discuss the reason. They said they didn't dare to leave, and they didn't want to stay. Until Shunzi brought people to bring food, but they didn't look good. Shunzi was anxious and shy his face. Of course, I didn't want to go. Put down the food and turn around and leave.

When I was walking outside the camp and was feeling sulky, a convoy came sparsely in the distance and hurried back to report.

The food was successfully contacted, and this time he had to take Deng Zhichun as a tutor. There was no way. In the team of nearly a thousand people, he was the only one who could speak Mongolian. It was Niu Sanpao, the old actor who played the leading role. Deng Zhichun nodded and bowed in front of Niu Sanhao. Han Zhenhan Shunzi and others went to contact the fat shopkeeper who led the team. They naturally finished the work together, and the fat shopkeeper was still looking around.

"Why do Boss Tian want to meet our leader? I'll recommend it to you there?"

After hearing Han Zhenhan's words, the fat shopkeeper shook his head like a rattle and his hands were turned into a windmill.

"No need...No need, there is something else in my store. I'll leave first, I'll leave first..."

After saying that, he turned around and went to chase the carriage that had just walked a short distance. Han Zhenhan chuckled. The Han family did a lot of business, but they were all done by others. Fortunately, the Han family has a large foundation and is not harmful to their health, and no one is willing to do anything. Han Zhenhan has grown up in such an environment since he was a child, and has been influenced by this kind of tricks and tyrants.
Chapter completed!