Regarding Lin Yu's question, Yang Shaofeng couldn't help but cover his forehead and said, "I know they can imitate it in the future, but can the things they woven out of the city in our border city be the same? Just like ordinary wine and immortal drunkenness, is that the same thing?"

Seeing that Lin Yu was still a little confused, Yang Shaofeng immediately cursed with a little regret: "Quality! The wool blankets from the border city are even in thickness and not prickly. Can those barbarians make such a thing?

Even if they can make it work, don’t they want to be better? Otherwise, what do I ask you to find the female workers who know how to weaving?"

When Yang Shaofeng mentioned the textile female worker again, Lin Yu's face suddenly collapsed. After taking another sip of tea, he said: "This matter is not easy to deal with now. Except for the women of Qiu Ba of the Wanquan Right Guard, there is no one who is willing to come to work."

Yang Shaofeng shook his head and said, "That's great, it's not too urgent. I'm waiting for them to see the benefits. Then you won't need to recruit workers under my banner."

Seeing Lin Yu laughing awkwardly for a few times, Yang Shaofeng continued, "How are you doing about salt?"

Lin Yu held his thumb and said, "Brother-in-law, I just took the batch of salt with Wu Ming a few days ago. The salt filtered according to my brother-in-law's method is indeed as white as snow. Anyone can see that it is a top-notch salt!"

...

Yang Shaofeng smiled and twisted a small pinch of snow-white salt, then stuck out his tongue and licked it, and spat: "I'll pull, how about this salt?"

Looking at the salt spit out by Yang Shaofeng, Tshar Tymuer's gaze brought a little regret. He couldn't help but twist a small handful, and then licked it with the tip of his tongue.

The salty and fresh taste burst out on the taste buds. The savory Timur, who originally wanted to imitate Yang Shaofeng, suddenly changed his mind. He endured the feeling of being choked and swallowed it, and then he held his thumb firmly and said, "Good salt, it is definitely a first-class good salt!"

Yang Shaofeng nodded and said, "Of course, this salt was originally taken from the salt pond that produces tribute salt, which is a little worse than the tribute salt used by the royal family. It is definitely a rare good salt and cannot be bought on the market."

Pointing to the pile of sacks next to him, Yang Shaofeng continued: "The salt just now was prepared for the Grand Master and the heads of various tribes. Because it was extremely rare, the price was a little higher.

As for these, they were prepared for ordinary herdsmen, and they were no different from the salt eaten by the people of Ming Dynasty. They were even better."

Sali Timur said with a bitter face: "Oh, then how can those herders afford this salt?"

Yang Shaofeng waved his hand and said, "What's the point? If the salt cannot be afforded by the herdsmen, why would I transport them for?

Don't worry, Your Majesty said that the grassland herders are the same as the people of the Ming Dynasty, and they are the people of His Majesty. Therefore, the price of the herders buying this salt is the same as the price of the people of the Ming Dynasty.

Of course, because the road to luck is relatively long, the price here is a little higher than the hinterland of the Ming Dynasty. But it doesn’t seem like a big problem. Just grab a few more kilograms of wool.”

Sali Timur suspected: "Wool? What wool?"

As if he felt that he had made up his words, Yang Shaofeng hurriedly said, "It's nothing, nothing, you heard it wrong."

Sali Timur said: "Brother Yang, what's going on with this wool? If you have any way to make a fortune, you can't leave your old brother..."

Yang Shaofeng said excitedly, stomped his feet, and said, "Wool is wool. I bought a lot of wool and planned to weave it into a blanket. At least I can earn more copper coins to support my family, right?"

Sali Timur said suspiciously: "Really? Then what is the price for you to charge wool?"

Yang Shaofeng pointed outside and whispered: "These sheep are traded in border markets. Of course, no one wants wool, so it's cheaper for me? I still have to collect it? I just said that I would grab a few more kilograms of wool, which means picking up more from here.

Of course, if I could get a blanket with wool, I would probably buy a lot of wool in the future.”

Sali Timur is even more interested.

For the entire Tatar tribe, male genitals are naturally first-class. After all, fighting is a process of consuming male genitals. If all men die, the tribe will be finished.

Especially the Taishi was still planning to "borrow" some laborers with the Oirats, and now men in the tribe are even more important.

Now that it is impossible to find a job for these women to fetch the wool, it is a surprise for Sally Timur.

No matter when, women are absolutely important and indispensable. Otherwise, how will the tribe reproduce and survive? Who will graze cattle and sheep? If you can earn some money by plundering the sheep, it will naturally be even better.

As for wool?

When is cattle and sheep missing on the grassland? It’s just that you raise less cattle, more sheep in the future, fool more people to raise sheep, and then organize these women to flee.

After thinking for a while, Tsai Timur said directly: "Since that's the case, let's first agree that I will guarantee the supply of the wool that Brother Yang needs, and we can discuss the price."

...

For slaves...for labor, for wool, and for the white money, the grassland that was a little quiet in winter was boiling.

There is no reason to say about the grassland that pursues the precepts of the weak, and there is no warmth to say about it. The only thing everyone recognizes is fists and sabers.

Just like the oldest tradition on the grassland, if two tribes or two people have a dispute, then go on a horse and attack each other. Whoever wins makes sense, and those who lose will naturally have nothing to say.

Due to the feud between the Northern Yuan Dynasty, Alutai has always been unhappy when Mahamu, Taiping and Tuboluo, the three Ola tribes, were also unhappy when Alutai was seen.

The Tatars and Oirat, who had been attacking each other, would still be concerned about the Ming Dynasty's attitude. Now the labor employment system that Yang Shaofeng has troubled has directly made the Tatars and Oirats who were originally staring at each other completely red.

Arutai planned to capture the Oirats as laborers, and the Oirats, who also planned to make money by catching laborers, turned their attention to the Tatars.

However, what made everyone confused was that the four major tribes of Tatar and Oirat were not doing well yet. Many small tribes disappeared in the winter at the end of the 13th year of Yongle, accompanied by the sound of horse hooves and sabers, and then became laborers in the coal mines in the border city.

Didn’t anyone say that it’s a matter of grabbing grass and beating rabbits?

It was almost impossible to survive, and many small tribes were looking for a way out, either to gather together to keep warm, or to completely integrate into the four major departments, so as not to completely disappear one day.

After being tossed by Yang Shaofeng, Yongle's fourteen-year tribute was destined to be a joke.

Because those tribes that have disappeared or have voluntarily disappeared cannot pay tribute. Even projects such as tribute from all countries and grassland tribute horses have become passing clouds. If it weren't for the fact that there were still the countries in the South China Sea and the four major departments of the grassland that could complete normal tribute, I was afraid that the bosses of the Ministry of Rites and the Honglu Temple would have cursed at the top of their voices.

Of course, it doesn’t matter to Yang Shaofeng whether those big guys are cursing the streets. Anyway, they are scolded as crazy by Yang, and it doesn’t matter if they get scolded for a few more words.

As the saying goes, if there are too many lice, you won’t be itchy, if there are too many debts, you won’t have to worry about it, or if you are dead pigs are not afraid of boiling water, just like those authors who have become more sexual, you won’t be honest about it even if you scold him.

Time came to December 21, 13th year of Yongle in the blood and fire of the grassland.

Seeing that the Little New Year was about to celebrate, and there were only a few days before the New Year, the entire border city began to be decorated with lights and decorative colors. The merchants who stayed here began to prepare for their first New Year in the border city. Yang Shaofeng, who had almost nothing to do, was wondering what he should do?

Otherwise, some benefits will be given to those workers? They were arrested by Arutai or Mahamu and others. As an official of the Supreme Kingdom of the Celestial Kingdom, wouldn’t it be appropriate to send them some warmth?

However, when Lin Yu came to the door with a fox fur, Yang Shaofeng left the so-called grassland workers out of the sky.

Except for the collar that was fiery red, the entire coat was covered with white, and even a single hair could not be found, and there was no trace of splicing. It can be seen how much time this fox fur has put into use.

Even Lin Yu, who was holding the fox fur, was a little envious and said, "My sister sent me a gift. It was said that the foxes near the capital were in great danger. Nearly a hundred foxes made this one."

He handed the fox fur to Yang Shaofeng, Lin Yu pointed to the one on his body again, and then said with a look of indifference: "Your one was made by my sister. Look at this one on me, I obviously don't know who made it. There are so many miscellaneous hairs that are incomparable to yours."

The fine stitches and seamless splicing techniques made Yang Shaofeng unable to help but say suspiciously: "This is your sister who did it himself? This female worker looks like she has to have decades of skills, right?"

Lin Yu's face froze, and turned to his neck and said, "This is what my sister did by herself! My sister is not only unparalleled in female beauty, but also has good cooking skills. If you marry my sister, it is the blessing you have accumulated in eight lives!"

His eyes rolled, and Lin Yu continued, "If you don't believe it, you can ask my sister after you get married and see what she says."

Yang Shaofeng shouted, put the fox fur on his body happily, and then said with a smile: "I will tell your sister that you will dislike her that it is not good for her to be beautiful, and the sewn clothes cannot be worn. Let's see which of us dies first!"

Lin Yu screamed: "This is really my brother-in-law! He also brought such a trick on my brother-in-law!"

Yang Shaofeng laughed and said, "I'll cheat you, you bite me? What's new happening in the capital? Duke Wei didn't go to cause trouble, right?"

Lin Yu sneered and said, "Duke of Wei? Since he was confined last time, he has been very well-behaved recently. The dog slaves in his mansion have become much more honest.

However, my sister wrote to me if I would send you your concubine who didn't come in to warm the bed so that you can't get frozen here."
Chapter completed!