Moreover, the cheapest sheep in the past actually became non-sale products, and Fan Kuan couldn't believe his ears.

Especially when he saw the bare sheep in the herdsman's home, his eyes almost fell to the ground. The herdsmen actually cut all the wool and said they had sold it.

Fan Kuan was a little confused. Which fool would exchange salt, tea, grain, and cloth for those useless wool.

In this small tribe, Fan Kuan only sold a small part of the goods, and even the guards in the caravan were a little listless.

In the next few days, Fan Kuan knew what disappointment was. He didn't sell much of the caravan, but on the contrary, a few animals who pulled the cart were exhausted.

By this calculation, he not only did not make any money when he went out of the frontier, but also lost a lot. Fan Kuan, who was furious, became more and more silent, and often said a name: Royal Postman!

...

The collapse of the fried flower tribes made the two tribes Gongtu and Nuantu grow rapidly. The pastures that originally belonged to the plump water and grass of the fried flower tribe were completely divided up by them, and even the surviving population of the tribe was swallowed by them.

Feeling the unprecedented power of the tribe, Gongtu even felt that he was the king on the grassland.

Just as he was so proud, a confidant ran into the tent in panic.

"Sir! No! The bloodthirsty devil is here again, less than ten miles away from our tribe!"

"What?" Gongtu was so scared by the news that he was so shocked. He knew very well how the frying flowers was done.

He also had a share in the last time he sent troops to Liaodong. Although he did not participate in the murder of postmen, he also besieged postmen in Qidaoling.

Since the bloodthirsty devil annihilated the flower-fried department and withdrew from the grassland, Gongtu has been living a life of fear and trying every means to enhance his strength, fearing that one day the group of madmen will come to the door.

But when this day really came, Gongtu still felt frightened and could not feel any confrontation.

The bloodthirsty devil's record is so terrifying. The evil name is to kill him. Just chopping down Zhujingguan's head can cover his tribe.

"Bad! Why didn't anyone tell me? Are you all dead? It actually made the bloodthirsty devil ten miles away?

Hurry! Go quickly! Bring valuables with you, let's go quickly!" Gongtu said anxiously, unable to wait to stand up and go to get his treasures.

The confidant who reported the news did not move, looked at Gongtu with a strange look, scratched his head awkwardly, and said, "Sir! The bloodthirsty devil did not kill anyone when he came to the grassland this time, and..."

"No murder?" Gongtu's eyes suddenly widened and he looked at his subordinates in disbelief.

"That's right! My lord! This time the bloodthirsty devil came to the grassland to do business. They exchanged cloth, salt, tea, and snow-white frosting for valuable wool. They were welcomed by herders along the way, so no one reported to you!"

Gongtu was completely confused after hearing this. He really didn't understand the intention of Mingren. He first killed them ruthlessly, and in a blink of an eye he came to give them benefits.

Are Mingren crazy when they exchange goods that are urgently needed on the grassland for valuable wool?

After repeatedly confirming the purpose of the postman coming to the grassland, Gongtu barely believed what his subordinates said. But he was still worried. On the one hand, he asked someone to pack up his things and prepare to escape, and on the other hand, he ordered people to kill cows and sheep to entertain guests.

You can see a tent connected from afar. Eyes riding on the horses came to the chariot and said carefully: "Captain Hu! There is Gongtu's tribe ahead. We can always drink when we get there!"

Hu Zicang rolled his eyes and was speechless to the group of Jurchens under his command. These people were hard-working and desperate to fight, but they were addicted to alcohol. This made people feel troubled.

After thinking for a while, Hu Zicang said, "Each person has three mouthfuls, not much to drink, otherwise you won't think of drinking another drop of wine!"

It is cold on the grassland at night, and it can still freeze into human bones even in summer. Drinking a small amount of alcohol can keep the cold. It is okay to let them drink less, but they must not drink too much. After all, this is on the grassland full of dangers and may encounter attacks at any time.

Hearing Hu Zicang's words, the Jurchens around him cheered and ranted their horses wildly and made various strange screams in their mouths.

They suddenly screamed strangely, and almost frightened Gongtu turned around and ran away. They found that the postmen in the armor did not attack him, so Gongtu felt relieved.

The long convoy stopped, Gongtu took the lead in greeting him, bowed slightly and said, "Friends from afar, I Gongtu welcome you all!"

"Stop talking nonsense! We have brought the goods you need urgently. If you want, use wool, fur and war horses to exchange!" A voice said bluntly.

Only when Gongtu's heart was completely let go when he heard the other party's unceremonious words. If the postmen were kind to him, Gongtu might turn around and run away.

When Gongtu saw what the postmen took out, his eyes almost fell to the ground. The crystal clear white salt, the fine and thick cotton cloth, neatly placed tea bricks, and the white snow and sweet icing frosting. Gongtu wanted to take all of this for himself.

But he understood that it would be impossible to force the robbery. Even if he could destroy all these postmen, he would definitely suffer thousands of revenge.

The Gongtu did not stop and returned to the tribe to order sheep the wool, and took out the fur and the specialties from the grassland in exchange for the goods brought by the postmen.

When night fell, Gongtu also brought the slaughtered cattle and sheep, thanking the postmen for the goods they brought.

Just as the postmen were laughing, a small group of people sneaked into the Gongtu department. Tasting the snow-white icing-frosted Gongtu, the person who came to see the smile could not see the eyes, and said loudly: "Mr. Fan! My friend, are you here to buy wool too?

It’s really a coincidence that the things have been sold to the postmen, you can only wait for next year!”

Fan Kuan walked into the tent with a gloomy face, and his eyebrows stood up when he heard Gongtu's words, shouting: " Gongtu! You still don't regret it when you die. Do you really have to wait until the steel knife is placed on your neck before you regret it?"

Gongtu was startled by Fan Kuan's words, hurriedly sat upright and asked, "Why did Mr. Fan say this?"

Seeing that his words had worked, Fan Kuan immediately said in a deep voice: "Captain Gongtu, have you not seen the conspiracy of the postmen?

They bought your useless wool with very little money to make you content with pleasure and forget that you are still a warrior.

Can your warriors still take up swords in a few years? By then, the postman will easily defeat you and steal everything from you.

What you get now is just for the time being. At that time, the postman will take it back with the principal and profit.

Do you understand?"

Gongtu’s head was not enough, and Fan Kuan said something mysterious, and he didn’t understand it for a while.

Looking at the snow-white frosting and the white salt on the side, Gongtu said in confusion: "Now my warrior can't beat the bloodthirsty devil!"
Chapter completed!