"It's barbecue, it's barbecue!"

The night was completely dark, and Chang Wei shouted at the top of his voice.

Everyone gathered at the door of the store. Some caravan merchants heard that Zhang Han was here and talked to him. After a while, dozens of people surrounded Zhang Han. Chang Wei, Liang Xing and others set up an iron rack outside, peeled and washed the birds that Chang Wei beaten, smeared some honey, and roasted them on the rack. After a while, the birds were roasted golden, and the oil kept dripping, and the fragrance spread out, causing people to rush their index fingers. Chang Wei saw that the crowd surrounded his cousin and was not angry, and he couldn't help but scream.

At this time, everyone dispersed. Zhang Han had a professional smile on his face and invited Acheng, Yinding, and Petrilin, who was like a big bear, to come together. Everyone scattered and sat in front of the bonfire stand. Although it was on the flat ground on the side of the official road, after dark, the bonfire jumped and felt a little high and wide. Yinding cut the bird's legs with a knife and chewed it slowly, and said with a smile: "This is really touching on the grassland. This bird meat is delicious, but it is too little. In a few days, we will go to the grassland. I have to beat the yellow sheep. Let's eat roasted yellow lamb together. That is really delicious!"

The yellow sheep are fat, tender and delicious, scattered all over the grassland. At the beginning of the founding of the Republic in later generations, the army drove trucks to the grassland to fight sheep in difficult times, and could beat hundreds of sheep in a day. Zhang Han's father had eaten such mutton when he was a teenager. In Zhang Han's memory, his father once talked about eating mutton with a sensation. He felt aroused an old feeling in his heart. After a while of silence, he finally said with a smile: "Okay, Yinding Taiji, that's it."

"I want to eat boiled hand-held meat," Chang Wei and Zhang Han chatted, knowing that there are still delicious food in the grassland, and immediately shouted: "I also need to dip it in wild leek sauce!"

"Boy knows the goods." Yinding said: "Don't worry, there are some things you eat. Cook mutton ribs in a large pot until they are thin and white, and then cut the meat with a knife and dip it in the sauce. It's not so spicy."

When it comes to food, everyone drooled. Even Sun Jingting's temperament could not help but discuss it with everyone. His Mongolian language was very good, which was much better than Chang Wei, who had just learned for a few days. Liang Xing, Li Dongxue and others' Mongolian language was also very good. After Zhang Han determined the smuggling route, learning Mongolian language became the top priority. In the study class every night, not only did he have to learn it himself, but important backbones also had to learn it every day. Fortunately, many Tartars were hired in the business, and they were all sent by Yinding slowly. It was better to talk to people more than to read books every day. After ten or half a month, the conversation would be fine.

Everyone was happy, and Petrilin, Acheng and others also began to indulge in drinking. The wines brought by Zhang Han were all good wines collected from all over the mainland. The Mongolians are probably the first among all ethnic groups in China. If drinking conferences were held in various places in the future, the winners would definitely be the Mongolians. If this competition is placed around the world, the Russians are probably the well-deserved champions.

A group of Tartars and Russians cheered and drank, drinking all the best soybean wine brought by Zhang Han, with the aroma of barbecue, and the aroma of wine was also everywhere. After a while, everyone was drunk. Obviously, while praising the good wine, Petrilin said with his tongue: "Your Ming Dynasty is a great place, much better than the Mongolians. These Tartars only have cattle, sheep and fur, but there are everything in the Ming Dynasty. Various shops are four or five miles away outside Zhangjiakou Fort. How many shops do I have? I, Petrilin, are also merchants. I have traveled tens of thousands of miles away and passed by over a hundred countries. Nothing is richer than the Ming Dynasty. Your Zhangjiakou is just a market in the border, and there are silk shops in Nanjing, silk shops in Suzhou and Hangzhou, silk shops in Luzhou, parshops in Zezhou, Linqing cloth shops, velvet shops, grocery shops... I can't remember so much..."

This guy really made his own mistake. He was a businessman with the title of envoy. However, everyone was depressed by his praise of the Ming Dynasty. Although the Mongols were unhappy, the number of commodities and economic prosperity in the Ming Dynasty could not be denied even if they had prejudices in their hearts. They could only bear it now and listen to Petrien continue to say this.

"...I can't recognize all the wool ingredients, velvet, satin, striped silk, taffeta, and gold-embroidered satin with copper, various flowers, various sugars, cloves, cinnamon and anise, apples, melons, watermelons, cucumbers, pumpkins, garlic, radish, onions, cabbage and celery... How long has it been since I had eaten so many kinds of fruits and vegetables... There are so many medicinal materials, and I can't count them. Ah, such a good place, why aren't we Russians own..."

Petrien was already drunk until he was 70% or 80% drunk, and his words were tied to his knots. There were still many Russian words in Mongolian language, and no one cared about it until this guy said the last sentence.

Seeing everyone staring at each other, even the Mongolian Tartars glared at each other. Although these Tartars fought with the Ming Dynasty, they had fought for more than 200 years, the Mongolians also thought that this land belonged to them, so how could others allow others to spy on them? In other words, those Weila Mongols have never been in the same mind as this side, so they wore a pair of pants with these Rakshasa people!

"I'm wrong. I mean, why can't these goods be sold to Russia too? I'll let my tribe members enjoy the light of civilization..."

Petrien was sobered up a lot of drunkenness, and sweat flowed down his forehead. He just dared to sigh, not to mention that these Mongolians were very difficult to deal with. Now Tsarist Russia has not yet had the power to subdue them for their own use. Even decades later, they supported the Mongols with a large amount of supplies, and the muskets were sent by thousands of cannons, and they were given a lot of cannons. By then, they would use each other, and it was far from being completely subdued. The Mongolian tribes in their territory also surrendered from time to time.

He was rebellious and unrestless. From Central Asia to Siberia, these Russians had to climb in the snow for many years, build solid supply points along the rivers, and then slowly erode them. It would be at least a hundred years before they truly mastered this world. Now that they want to eat a giant like the Ming Dynasty, they would give Petrine a hundred courage. It was just that his greedy nature made him accidentally feel this emotion, and he really didn't have such ambition.

At this time, China had gone down from the peak of civilization for many years. From the court to the people, there were many unreasonable and regressive things. Whether it was political structure, force, or the social atmosphere among the people, not to mention the Han and Tang Dynasties, it was not far from the former Song Dynasty, nor as early and middle period of the founding of the Ming Dynasty. It was just that the people's prosperity and development were prosperous. Because of the rising sea, a large amount of silver poured in, which promoted the great development of the southern economy. From the perspective of the people, the Ming Dynasty was still a giant with powerful power and a proud civilization. There were many absurd things in the records of Western missionaries at that time, but basically all recorded the real Ming Dynasty at that time... People's clothes were neat and gorgeous, polite to people, with a large number of troops, and a vast and prosperous place. In the words of the missionaries at that time, this was a powerful and civilized country, far from comparable to the barbaric countries established by monkeys in South America and Southeast Asia.

This understanding was said by the missionaries of the most developed European countries at that time, such as Spain, Portugal, and the Netherlands. In their eyes, Petrilin was basically an uncivilized barbarian. The missionaries in those countries praised the Ming Dynasty. There is no need to say how noble the Ming Dynasty was in Petrilin's eyes.

Zhang Han looked at Petrilin with a nervous look on his face. This guy obviously didn't give up his plan to trade with him. Zhang Han said angrily: "When you have dealt with the Mongolians along the way, let's talk about cooperation with me."

"After I go back, I will definitely meet His Majesty the Tsar in person and encourage trade with the Ming Dynasty."

Zhang Han believed that the wealth of the Ming Dynasty was not even able to catch up with the Tsarist Russian horses at that time. The Ming Dynasty's trade with Mongolia was that horses were big heads, and fur and other things were also fur. Russia also had a lot of these things. In the words of later generations, trade complementarity was very strong. If the trade route was really opened, gold would be everywhere. If it weren't for this idea, the Tsar would not have sent envoys for the second time. Unfortunately, this trade route was too far, and Tsarist Russia was powerless, and there were no strong merchants on the Ming side. Now there was an opportunity, and it was not surprising that Petriline's determination and excitement were not surprising.

In the early morning of the next day, the Mongolians and Russians continued to head towards Beijing. Their mission had just begun. Zhang Han and others entered Zhangjiakou first. For Zhang Han and Liang Xing and others, Zhangjiakou had been here many times, without much surprise. For Sun Jingting and others, although the prosperity and prosperity here had been known for a long time, everything in front of him was still enough to make him amazed and appreciated. For many northerners in the inland areas, the prosperity of business is almost difficult to see. Although there are big cities like Taiyuan and Xi'an, the rich in the city were only relatives and gentry, and business was almost monopolized in the hands of these people. Such prosperity was only pathological and would not make people feel uncomfortable.

It has to be attractive that only when the northern commercial towns and ports such as Zhangjiakou and Tianjin Port enter and feel the strong commercial atmosphere, people will feel the vitality of business and the pride and freedom of being a businessman. Of course, once they meet government officials, gentry, border generals, or relatives, this kind of pride and pride will be greatly reduced... Unfortunately, from north to south, there are too many opportunities for such discounts, which also leads to a general insecurity among big merchants. Buying land, building large houses, and building Tibetan silver cellars. From now until hundreds of years later, it has become the only rule for successful big merchants. There are too few people as enterprising as Zhang Han.

As a guardian, Yinding is a rare opportunity to leave his trustworthy place, and even more rare opportunity to enter the Ming Dynasty's border castle as an ordinary person. He enjoys it. He wants to visit every shop in various categories. He doesn't want to let go of any unique thing.

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There are some things in the past two days, so I was so busy that I came to update early in the morning and asked for votes.
Chapter completed!