Yuncheng has a large population, but it is not very large in the land of China, but it is said that it has a small population of nearly 200,000.

Originally, Yuncheng did not have such a population, which was only tens of thousands. Since the beginning of the Mongolian-Song War, the landlords of wealthy merchants around Yuncheng began to transfer property and family members to Yuncheng.

To put it more specifically, the wisdom of the Han people is that the wisdom of the great families is that eggs are never placed in a basket.

Both sides bet, Meng Song never loses money without deciding on the winner. If one side really loses, it will only lose half of it.

Since Yuncheng is the place of the Fourth Movement, the news that the Mongolian army on the front line was defeated and Mengge Khan died in battle was impossible for Boss Tian to know.

Why is he still so interested in food? Han Zhenhan doesn’t want to guess. In short, it’s good that you are interested. Whether you make or lose money is your business. If you are interested, it’s when I ask for the price. The specific amount depends on how interested you are.

"Not a lot, about 50,000 kilograms of corn."

Hearing that there were only more than 50,000 kilograms, Boss Tian showed a hint of disappointment on his face. If he added a zero, it would be a big deal. More than 50,000 kilograms were only a few thousand jins.

"That's it...from there? How long will it take to arrive?"

"Then it depends on when Brother Tian wants it?"

Han Zhenhan looked like a profiteer, and Shunzi was a little stunned. Is this his own group leader? Why does he look so similar to the landlord Lao Cai in his hometown?

"Haha, Brother Han was joking. I want it today. Can you deliver it today? I'll give you two hundred and two dollars to you."

Han Zhenhan narrowed his eyes. This guy really needed this batch of food in urgent need, and the premium was so high, so how could he add 10% if he asked for goods.

"I'm here today, and the 220 ounces are still a little less. After all, I have to hurry..."

Boss Tian showed a trace of disdain and said, "You're 50,000 yuan in food." Even if you are from the surrounding Li and Wang families, you can't deliver it."

What's more, the two families of Li and Wang had a lot of grain there, and they took out 50,000 kilograms of official grain this year had a gap.

"Three hundred texts, I will send them to you here at midnight."

"It's easy to say, it's easy to say... what did you say? Can you deliver it to me in the middle of the day?"

Boss Tian finally showed an excited expression. It is said that businessmen should not expose their emotions too much in front of the negotiating opponent.

Han Zhenhan was also a little surprised. He opened his mouth and asked for 300 quotas, but it was 50% higher than the market price. Han Zhenhan was leaving this price to reduce the price for Brother Tian.

"Okay... at midnight tonight, I'll deliver it to you at the door of the Moon Tower..."

Boss Tian then realized that he had raised the price a bit too high, but when he thought of the previous family's instructions, Boss Tian passed this hurdle in his heart.

After all, the previous family is in a hurry. Without the background support of the previous family, Boss Tian could not have achieved the position of the third largest force in Yuncheng.

Boss Tian could still calculate such an investment. After hesitating for a moment, he said,

"Then I'll prepare wine and food in Wangyue Tower tonight, waiting for Brother Han's 50,000 grain?"

"Okay! It's changed tonight."

After Boss Tian took his men away, Han Zhenhan wrote a note and handed it to Shunzi. Shunzi and Wangyuelou borrowed a horse, and ran towards the northwest without leaving a moment.

The horse was borrowed from the shopkeeper, and there was no deposit left or inquiry. You should know that this horse is not a cheap thing now. But when the boss instructed him, the shopkeeper naturally would not have any obstacles.

After nightfall, the lights were on, and there were more pedestrians on the streets of the outer city than in the afternoon. Han Zhenhan sat in the private room on the third floor of Wangyue Tower, listening to Qin Ming's pipa song. He held a small wine glass of two cents in his hand and drank it.

The windows of the private room were open, and sixteen warmers were erected in the room, which looked like a Bagua formation. The shopkeeper arranged for the service to serve was driven away by Han Zhenhan, so he naturally did not need anyone to serve the wine and meat when listening to the music. Otherwise, adding a dish would make a sound that would break the beauty of the music.

Han Zhenhan was once very interested in music when he was living in the United States. It may be the first time he watched ballet to bring both visual and auditory shocks.

Later, there were the symphony orchestras, the passionate Kang Kang dance music, and those neat dances. It was more than a month in this world. I suddenly heard the melodious and melodious sound of the piano. No wonder the brothers stayed up all night last night.

As for a performer, no matter whether Qin Ming was playing the piano with all his heart last night, when you just flirt with it, don’t attract admiration from the people around you. That sense of accomplishment and recognition are the power that made Qin Ming play the whole night.

Now Han Zhenhan's intoxicated expression made Qin Ming a little distracted for a moment. This young master is really elusive. Looking at how he listened to Qin, he was completely intoxicated.

He couldn't hear this simple Fugui song if he played it wrongly. He seemed to really not understand it?...I still didn't want to point out Qin Ming...

Qin Ming is a woman after all. Her temper has been trained since childhood, which makes her habitually consider the feelings of men.

Han Zhenhan was really not interested in her at this moment, but Shunzi left, and the soldier standing behind Han Zhenhan had great interest in Qin Ming.

Her hairstyle is so beautiful. Why is her rouge so fragrant? Can she wear this kind of fur jacket? The gauze is so beautiful, but isn't she cold when the wind is in a hurry on the autumn night?

The soldier standing behind Han Zhenhan was of course Princess Wanze. He was born in a Mongolian family. Although Kublai Khan invited Confucian scholars to teach and receive courtesy in the mansion, the people around him were either soldiers or military generals.

Wanze is a woman at any time, but the status of a woman in Mongolia is just a little more expensive than weapons.

The same is true for Wan Ze, but she is more expensive than ordinary women. Kublai Khan's indulgence and pampering of her is also a manifestation of Kublai Khan's status in order to reflect her position.

The autumn wind is bleak, but there are endless pedestrians on the streets. The prostitutes are gambling in front of the door, and the tea shops are full.

Han Zhenhan finally knew why. My father once said, "The prosperous Tang and the Song dynasty, and with such a rich nightlife and a war-torn era, the people were not busy running around and they still had money to spend.

The Iron Cavalry of the Mongol Empire traveled all over the Central Plains, and the Southern Song Dynasty court was forced to move south. But this prosperous place was still prosperous. Han Zhenhan's mood to revive the mountains and rivers, which was originally aroused by Yang Fei, gradually dissipated a lot among these crowds.

Is this the country that Yang Fei wants to save?

Of course, Han Zhenhan was not bored when sitting here and drinking alone. In the crowd, Han Zhenhan finally saw a familiar face, a company commander from Sun Hu led him to appear on the street after Shunzi.

Shunzi held the horse, which was very eye-catching on the street. Sun Hu followed Shunzi not far away. Han Zhenhan shook his head. Sun Hu, the soldier is too good, and the four of them stood closely together, and they were almost in a straight stance. Those who had been on the battlefield could tell at a glance.
Chapter completed!