Zhang Wen, the head of the Honglu Temple Temple who followed Beigong Jing north to Shuntian Prefecture, and Li Shan, the doctor of the Qing official department of the Ministry of Rites, were very unhappy.

What is Yang Dianma?

To put it nicely, the official position of the Hanlin of the Emperor is called the emperor's close minister. To put it bluntly, it is a sesame official from the ninth rank. A small official like Bi Ma Wen actually threw his two fifth rank officials aside and ignored them.

If it weren't for the good food and food of Yangjiazhuang, he would turn around and scold him to death!

It was not until the next day that Yang Shaofeng seemed to remember Zhang Wen and Li Shan, so he simply set up another banquet for them, and explained the content of the negotiation to the two of them, and then arranged it in the Yang Family Village in a hurry.

Sali Timur couldn't sit still.

If he was sent by Alutai to serve as an envoy to the Ming Dynasty, SaliTimur can naturally be considered a Chinese master. He is verbally active in Master Yang, but he did not contact his own behavior the next day, SaliTimur came to a conclusion.

This is waiting for my own intention.

After walking back and forth for a few steps, Tshar Thimuer ordered the deputy envoy Tuo, "Prepare it, prepare the last two remaining BMWs in our team and send it to him."

Tuo Cheqiu said in a daze: "The Grand Master has ordered these two BMWs not to be sent out if you can. You have not paid tribute to the Emperor of Ming Dynasty before. Now you want to give them a small official from the ninth rank?"

Sali Timur said with a gloomy face: "These two horses are so good. Although the other horses are good horses, they are still much worse than these two. Give these two horses to the Emperor of Ming Dynasty. Where can I find the rest of those?

In the matter of tribute horses, the key is how many tributes are the same. Two particularly outstanding horses appear alone, which is not a good thing. Otherwise, the Emperor of Ming Dynasty will be raised. What should I do if I ask for such a good horse next year?

As for him, Yang Dianma, I believe you also know a little about this person. The poor family is only fertile land and silver. Giving him directly with gold, silver and jewelry will definitely not impress him.

As for things like calligraphy and painting, he, a top six top scholar, has a sense of arrogance in his heart. Will he be able to look down on other people's calligraphy and paintings?

So after thinking about it, I'd better give him these two BMWs. It's best to cheat him, but it doesn't matter if I can't cheat him."

Tuo Cheqitu was even more confused: "Take him? Didn't you say that he and you called you brothers at the dinner table, and your relationship is very good?"

Salitemur shook his head and said, "It's just a brother. It can be seen from the time he invited me to drink. This person is determined to let us raise sheep from the Tatar tribe, and also wants to sell us strong wine.

If he really succeeds, then they will exchange wine for sheep. Our sheep will be gone, and after drinking the wine, the Tatar tribe will be over!"

Tuo Cheqiugu took a deep breath and said, "This boy is so cruel!"

Sali Timur said: "Although I don't know what plans he has, from this point of view, he is very different from other officials in the Ming Dynasty, so it's best to get rid of it early."

Tuocheqitu hesitated and said, "I'm afraid that two good horses alone will not be enough to harm him, right?

Besides, if this person is not bad at us, but wants to promote the opening of border markets to make profits from it?”

Sali Timur said with a gloomy face: "Two good horses that even the emperor has not obtained are in his hands. Once they are spread, what do you think the emperor will think?

As for saying that he really wants to promote the opening of border markets, it would be better if he is unlucky."

...

Yang Shaofeng looked at the two horses in front of him. One was red all over, as if burning charcoal, with his head raised and neighing from time to time. The other was snow-white all over, standing there quietly, with only his front hooves constantly digging the ground, showing a few traces of rebelliousness.

Although he did not understand the art of horse racing, Yang Shaofeng, who was talented and knowledgeable, could see at the first time that these two BMWs were extraordinary and extraordinary. Just put the word "high and mighty" up, and there was no need to think about anything else!

After the dog took the reins, Yang Shaofeng smiled and said to Tsaritimur: "I said to Tsar, I will treat you as my brother. What does it mean to give you two horses?"

His heart was bleeding and Tsimur laughed: "It's just the meaning, but it's not interesting.

I always talk about this title, which is really, refreshing, and even more friendly. I like it very much."

Yang Shaofeng smiled and said, "Then you are boring. These two BMWs are obviously divine horses, and they are also rare good horses on the grassland, right?"

Salitemur waved his hand and said, "It's nothing. Compared to the affection of our brothers, what can a mere two horses be worth!"

After a haha, Tsai Timur said again: "By the way, brother, are there any sheep and scorpion you invited me to eat last time?"

Yang Shaofeng pointed to Thimuer and laughed: "I didn't expect that Thimuyou is a good person to be aware of the goods. But that thing is extremely troublesome and it's too late to do it now. Let's have something else today.

As for sheep scorpions, we will wait the day after tomorrow, and we will talk about communication in the Zuixianlou while eating sheep scorpions while eating them. What do you think?"

Shuli Timur was stunned, then rubbed his hands and laughed, "Okay, then just say it?"

Yang Shaofeng spread the folding fan with a squeak and chuckled: "A gentleman's word is naturally as good as he can!"

After saying that, Yang Shaofeng said to the dog again: "Go, tell me to the kitchen, kill a sheep, and then skewers. Today, I will do it myself, please help me and ask my brothers to roast lamb skewers together!"

Gouzi nodded and bowed, and two BMWs with no trace of color left with them. Yang Shaofeng then reached out and pointed them at Slitemur, "Let's go, let you taste my skills, brother."

A simple barbecue grill, plus refined charcoal broken into knuckle size, cumin from the Western Regions is perfect except for the lack of chili noodles!

The first time for SaliTemur knew that mutton could be eaten like this is too spices. Most people can't afford to eat it like this, especially the grasslands are short of spices.

Seeing that Thimuer looked complicated, Yang Shaofeng smiled and said, "Old Sai, what are you thinking? Do you plan to cook like this after you go back?"

Salitemur had a bitter face and shook his head and said, "I think, but the spices on the grassland are scarce and there is no such salt as you have in your hands. It's hard to bake it like this."

Yang Shaofeng chuckled and said, "What's the difficulty? The market opens in the future. If you want to buy spices, buy spices. If you want to buy salt, buy salt. What else is there?"

After saying "Oh", Yang Shaofeng pointed to the simple barbecue grill and said, "This thing is not good, you know the rules. Even if I want to help you, there is no way, unless I have lived enough."

Sali Timur's face was full of surprise: "Salt? Are you talking about salt just now?"

Yang Shaofeng nodded while flipping through the meat skewers in his hand: "Yes, there are both fine salt and coarse salt. As long as you have silver in your hand, the happier I will be."

As if he was thinking about something again, Yang Shaofeng continued: "By the way, you can buy all these good things, such as tea, silk, porcelain, and you can buy as much as you want."

After gritting his teeth, Yang Shaofeng seemed to have made a great decision: "By the way, Iron Gun will also help you think of a solution. I can't guarantee whether it will be successful. It depends on what the court officials said."

Shuli Timur didn't care about the mutton skewers in his hand, so he stood up and bowed to Yang Shaofeng and said, "No matter whether it can be done or not, you will be my Shuli Timur's brother in the future. If you have any false words, I wish you a punishment for immortality!"

Yang Shaofeng also hurriedly put down the meat skewers in his hand, held Tsai Temur and said, "I said I'm always pulling you, why are you doing this? I've said that we are brothers, can I help you, but how can I not help? It's too much for you."

Seeing that Tsai Timur nodded with sobs, Yang Shaofeng said to the dog again: "Go, take the things I have prepared for you, and hurry up."

After the dog came back with a box of things, Yang Shaofeng opened the box directly, revealing the six bottles of wine cushioned with silk: "See, this is a good wine that has not started selling in Zuixianlou. Brother, I have prepared a few bottles for you.

I originally thought I would give it to you the next day, but I didn’t expect that I would always ask you to come here today. So I’ll give it to you now. We brothers don’t have any silly things."

Looking at the extremely exquisite wine bottle, Tsai Timur seemed to dare not reach out to pick it up: "This? Is it too expensive?"

Yang Shaofeng snorted and said, "Valuable? Can it be comparable to the feelings between our brothers? Besides, this thing was from Zuixianlou, and the owner of Zuixianlou is my brother-in-law. It's nothing to take him a few bottles of wine."

I have heard of the name of Zuixianlou in the capital and Shuntian Mansion in the Ming Dynasty. Naturally, Temur dared not underestimate it: "Then this wine is very expensive, right? I heard that the things in Zuixianlou have never been the most expensive, only more expensive?"

Yang Shaofeng curled his lips, as if he was full of disgust: "It's okay, one hundred taels of silver per bottle, this kind of six-bottle one is more expensive than a single-bottle one, about less than one thousand taels."

Sali Timur was even more afraid to touch him: "Shouldn't it be cheaper?"

Yang Shaofeng said: "A bottle of one hundred taels of silver is just an ordinary wooden box to pack, but this kind of six-bottle pack uses extremely expensive wood, and even the outside of the box is covered with gold. Can it be the same?"

Seeing that Shuli Timur still looked like he wanted to touch him but didn't dare, Yang Shaofeng simply brought the box to Shuli Timur's arms: "You're brother, let's continue, why are you polite to me? Besides, isn't it just a few bottles of wine? Look at what we are drinking now, it's almost the same as this one!"

Looking at the eyes of Shuli Tiemur who was almost red, and he had not spoken around him, but now he looked envious. It seemed that this wine was really Zhu Zhanji, the rareest one in the sky, and Master Yang couldn't help but curse inwardly.
Chapter completed!