The whole Lang San suddenly became calm, but then he started to get excited again.

The damn person has also been shaking, and everyone has begun to think about living in peace again.

Fortunately, life seems to be able to survive. For the mountain people, although Liu Jian is gone, someone has replaced Liu Jian. For them, as long as their mountain goods can be exchanged for necessities in life, everything else is fine. Mr. Liu has no friendship with everyone after all.

However, the new Mr. Hao seems to be pretty good. Not only does he collect mountain goods, he also needs wood.

The so-called "living the mountains" by relying on the mountains is simply the most valuable thing for mountain people, but now it can be exchanged for better iron tools, with more salt than sand, which is enough.

It is winter now, and there are not many prey on the mountain, and the thin mountain fields do not need to be managed. Therefore, all the villages have begun to spontaneously organize their people's efforts and start cutting down trees.

The name of Hutou Village is easy to cause misunderstandings. If you don’t know, you might think that they are from a bandit nest. However, it is said that this village is still a name given to it by a passerby, so this name has been used to this day.

The hundreds of young and strong people in the village rolled down the mountain with red trees at this moment. There was a market at the foot of the mountain. Usually, many merchants stayed here, collecting some mountain goods to sell. However, although the merchants here collected mountain goods, they would never dare to do a bold business of salt and iron, because this was once the business of Mr. Liu. If anyone dared to make ground on Tai Sui, they would never appear in Lang San in a few days. But now, Mr. Hao is obviously stronger, and no one dared to touch the tiger's beard.

The merchants and mule teams all came early in the morning. Some brought cloth, and some brought cash directly. The turmoil was over and the business was going to continue. These merchants were all old acquaintances and couldn't help but get together. At the tea stall on the roadside, they were waiting for the mountaineering people to go down the mountain while eating tea.

Of course, having tea requires chatting, and the topic of chatting is naturally inseparable from the recent incident in Lang Sang County.

Everyone was talking, and some people couldn't help but worry about the future situation. Some were calm and said from time to time: "What are you afraid of? The sky fell. The mountain people on the mountain had to eat, dress, and sell the mountain goods at hand for money. As long as the mountain people still had to go on like this, our business could continue. When Annan invaded Lang Son, did our business stop? Since then, the army of the court has been heading here in a mighty manner. Should we not do business? Now that Lord Hao is here, we still have to do our own business. We cannot do our business in this world."

People who say this always get many people's agreement. This is not because everyone thinks this person is right. It's because the current situation is too chaotic, and everyone has to use these words to comfort themselves.

At this moment, I heard someone shouting outside: "The people from the Hao family are here. The people from the Hao family are here, and the caravan of the Hou Mansion of Luzhou is here."

When these merchants heard this, they immediately became interested. Everyone wanted to get a glimpse of the mysterious Hao family and the mysterious Luzhou Marquis Mansion, so many people looked out. Sure enough, they saw a young noble man riding a tall horse, in front of him. Wu Xiong was walking with a hemp rope for the noble man, and behind him were dozens of large trucks loaded with cargo.

These big carts still have many marks from the Liu family, but now they have changed their appearance and become the Marquis of Luzhou.

Everyone couldn't help but talk, with a little curiosity and fear in their eyes.

How could they know that this was the first time that the Luzhou Marquis Mansion came here to do a "buy" and the prince of the Luzhou Marquis arrived in person.

Hao Fenglou sat steadily on the horse, everything here gave him a sense of freshness. He saw hundreds of mules and horses here, looked at the hundreds of merchants attracted by this simple market, and listened to Wu Xiong's relish introduction, and he roughly understood the situation here.

It is called Tongshan Ji. No one knows where the name comes from. In short, merchants will come here spontaneously on the third day of the month, the ninth day of the 17th day of the 25th day of the month, and the mountain people will also bring a lot of goods down the mountain. Some of the transactions here are exchanged for goods, while others are traded in gold and silver. Some of the copper coins from the Ming Dynasty or the iron coins from Annan are also used, but they are often not as firm as silver. In short, this is the most primitive trading place, which is very casual.

However, the Liu family has a special stall here, and no one dares to occupy it. Now the stall is naturally named Hao.

Wu Xiong often appears here, and many merchants recognize it. Although everyone recognizes it, they dare not come forward to say hello today. Seeing Wu Xiong carefully holding Hao Feng downstairs and looking at the horse in front of the saddle, he couldn't help but guess who the young man was. Some people also realized that it was said that the Hao family defeated the rebels was a young military officer. Could this person be the young master of the Hao family?

Wu Xiong asked Hao Fenglou to sit down in a shed, and then began to direct people to unload goods. Then, more than a dozen samples were placed on the stall. Wu Xiong ran to the shed and whispered a few words to Hao Fenglou, then walked out of the shed and headed towards the place where the merchants gathered.

When the merchants saw Wu Xiong coming, they bowed and bowed one by one. Wu Xiong smiled and replied, "Today is the day for our Marquis Mansion to collect mountain goods here. I won't say much about some things. Let's just say the same old saying. They all follow the previous rules. Everyone should not overturn the river."

When the merchants heard this, they couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. They were afraid that something would happen. After all, the Hao family was stronger than the Liu family before. If the Hao family wanted to put their hands into their pockets at this time, what would they do to resist? They were afraid that they would have to pinch their noses in the end and recognize them.

Wu Xiong said again: "There are some rare things in the Hou Mansion, so everyone might as well come and have a look."

In fact, many merchants are unwilling to do business with the Hao family because they are too strong and may suffer losses at that time. However, since Wu Xiong has spoken, let’s take a look.

Everyone laughed and said, "Since Brother Wu said it was a rare thing, I think it must be a rare thing. It's great. Let's go and have a look."

So everyone came to the Hao family's stall one after another, and when they saw it, they were attracted.

The goods are indeed dazzling, unlike in the past, except for some basic farm tools, there are some salt. They dare not sell them. They may be able to take them here, but once they arrive in the mainland, there is no salt, which is a serious crime of beheading, so everyone just skipped by the salt.

But the farm tools are very different. They have seen many farm tools in other places. How can I say that they are rough in workmanship. Even if they are not shoddy, they can only be average. However, the farm tools displayed by the Hao family are extraordinary. Some merchants hesitate to pick up a sickle and hold it in their hands. The wooden handle on the sickle is quite heavy, but it is polished very smoothly. Although the sickle's standard is ordinary, it is obviously made of fine iron. No, it should be said that this has deviated from the category of fine iron, but it is an extremely hard steel. The hair is blown at the edge of the blade, which is no less than a magic weapon.

Such farm tools are simply unprecedented, but in fact, it is more than that. Even the swords they have seen have never seen such exquisite ones.

In addition to sickles, there are hoes, shovels, iron pots, horseshoes, stirrups, saws, axes and other things. These things are extremely sharp but have extremely high strength. The merchants were shocked, but some people couldn't help but shake their heads. Taking such good steel and spending such a lot of manpower to refine such good farm tools is of course good, but the biggest problem is that your things are too good, and the cost must be extremely high. With such high cost, the selling price is definitely not expensive. Not to mention mountain people, even those farmers, I am afraid that they can't afford it. What's the use of making them?

It seems that this precious young master really doesn't know how to do business. In this world, it is not a good thing that can be sold at a good price. At least you have to know who your things are to be sold to. If these things are made into magical weapons, some people may be willing to collect them, and even at high prices, some people are willing to buy them, but agricultural tools...

Their expressions naturally caught Wu Xiong's eyes. He smiled slightly and said, "What do you think? Yes, Brother Zhou, I don't know if you are interested in this sickle in your hand. Don't worry, this sickle is not expensive, it's just ninety-one cents. If you are interested, you might as well collect some."

Ninety-one cents...

Countless people gasped.

There is no trick in the manufacturing of iron tools in this era. Although it is a small sickle, you need to take out the iron ore to temper it into pig iron, and take out the pig iron forged it into shape. A powerful blacksmith of Kong Wu needs to hold a hammer for forging dozens or hundreds of times, then it needs to be cooled and processed, and finally it has to be opened. After all, even such inconspicuous or even shoddy things are wasted within one or two hours. Therefore, the price of iron tools has always been high, and an ordinary sickle costs sixty or seventy cents. This is just the price in the mainland. In Lang Son, where the rare goods are resident, it is not a rare thing.

But such a top-notch sickle was only ninety-one, and there was even room for bargaining. At this moment, the merchants' eyes turned red.

This is a business opportunity. It is not a problem to use a good sickle for three to five years, but an ordinary sickle can last for a year, and a poor one can last for a few months. Moreover, a good sickle often has twice the result with half the effort, but such things are only more than ten cents more expensive than ordinary quality. Even in Lang Son, the price of an ordinary sickle is much lower than that of an ordinary sickle.

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