In the inn outside the city, Bai Huan said to Yelu Buhua: "The young man went to the city today and sold the wool. He would buy some sugar and sell it back tomorrow."

Yelu Buhua nodded: "It's selling well? We sold wool for the first time. If it sells well, we will find this store in the future. Taking advantage of the season, we will sell more in the past two months, and we will sell them for sugar and transport them to Xijing."

Bai Huan shook his head: "It's okay if you don't mention the convenience of your husband, but you can't stop talking about it when you ask me. Today, the one who collects our wool picks our left and right. We have countless problems in our wool, and finally we will collect it at the lowest time. I said this is the wool of your husband, but he still won't mention the price!"

After hearing this, Yelu Buhua became angry. Who is he? He was bullied by others in business. That is, he has suffered too many setbacks recently, and he suppressed his anger and said to Bai Huan: "The person in the city is Zhang Taiwei. He is in contact with me, Xiang Wulu, and he is not as easy to talk to when Du Zhijun is here, so let's forget it this time. I heard that the biggest wool business in Tanglong Town is Feng Yuanwai. You can sell it with him in the future."

Bai Huan agreed and complained. This time, the wool was found first, Feng Yuan, who did not collect it, but he only found someone else. Because Yelu Buhua and Yelu Yuanzuo were backers, Bai Huan did not care about the good or bad when collecting the wool, and he did not pick and choose. He just thought that he could sell it at a good price no matter what. Unexpectedly, the wool merchants in the city did not sell this face at all, and it was very difficult to sell it when selling it. This time, it was a bad thing. It seemed that when collecting the wool in the future, it would be necessary to pay attention to collecting some good wool as much as possible.

The last time the price of frankincense fell, Yelu Bu took all his skills to avoid the losses and make some money. However, he did too much, and the newly established Dongshengzhou Business was finished. There was no one saving money in the cabin and the bonds could not be sold. These industries were concentrated in Tanglong Town.

After this lesson, Yelu Buhua slowly realized some tricks and realized the importance of credit. Unfortunately, he said nothing about Dongshengzhou. I don’t know how many senior officials and generals have divided the weight from it. There is no way. Yelu Buhua simply gave up Dongshengzhou, stationed in Tanglong Town, joined the Bafanghui, and did the wool camel and horse business. The wool industry of the volcanic army has developed, and the demand for it is getting bigger and bigger. The wool business has been very prosperous recently.

When he arrived at the ferry, he saw that the ferry had not come back yet, Feng Yuan got off the horse and stood under a big tree. A middle-aged man next to him saw it and hurriedly came up and bowed: "Does Mr. Feng also want to cross the river? How is the business this time?"

When Feng Yuan saw it, he hurriedly returned the gift: "It turned out to be Mr. Peng, who made money, made money! Alas, there have been more and more wool collected recently, and it is becoming increasingly difficult to do business in Tanglong Town. I originally wanted to collect some wool from the west, but I didn't want to know a few people. Before I could do business, I was chopped off by the Khitans."

When Feng Yuan thought of this, he sighed. Dangxiang had a lot of wool, but unfortunately his business died a bit late and he couldn't do it.

Mr. Peng nodded, sighed for a while, and suddenly said, "I heard that the city in Linzhou has reopened. I wonder if we can go there to buy wool? If only Dangxiang people do this kind of business together with us."

Feng Yuan shook his head: "This is not a matter of time. We must make a long-term plan. When we return to the field affairs, we will discuss it together."

At this moment, the ferry came back, everyone got on the boat together, and arrived on the other side of the Yellow River.

When they arrived at the field affairs, Feng Yuan and Peng Yuanwai stored the collected wool to the yard, and they went to the market together to stroll.

On the way, Mr. Peng said: "This time I collected the wool. I met a man who sold wool in the north. I was almost afraid of my belly. The man had a lot of wool, but it was messy. I never picked it up when I collected it. It was mixed in a mess, and there were even weeds and leaves inside. I was very angry and insisted on selling it at the best price. I tossed it a few times, and I bought it at the lowest price. I gritted my teeth and told me to be careful in the future."

After hearing this, Feng Yuan hurriedly asked, "Who is so unreasonable!"

Mr. Peng said: "A official named Bai said he was doing business for Yelu Langjun and was extremely powerful."

Feng Yuan laughed when he heard this: "It turned out to be him! This man is the head of the family of Yelu Wuzuo, the Khitan general in Dongsheng Prefecture, and he is under the care of Yelu Buhua, who was sent by the Khitans in Tanglong Town. He has great power. If he wants to sell his wool, I will confiscate it."

After hearing this, Mr. Peng shook his head repeatedly: "If I had known this, I wouldn't have accepted him."

I said this, but I knew it would be okay to not restrain myself. Recently, I was nervous, and some of them were good to collect. It was just that after I bought it, I hired someone to clean up and divide it again.

As the two were leaving, they suddenly saw Zhang Junde walking towards him. Feng Yuan hurriedly stepped forward and bowed: "Mr. Zhang, long time no see! Why do you have to go to the market today to stroll? I have collected a new batch of wool and I will send it to you in the past two days."

Zhang Junde hurriedly returned the greeting and said, "Okay."

Feng Yuan saw that Zhang Junde was holding a small blanket in his hand, which was smooth and delicate, and asked with a smile: "Have the official bought a seating blanket?"

Zhang Junde waved his hands repeatedly: "Where are I bought the blankets? I came here to sell them. It's just that the price is high and it's hard to sell them."

Seeing that the blanket was brightly colored, Feng Yuan asked, "I really want to sell it to you, but I wonder how many cents of it is to sell it?"

"How many cents? How many cents have been sold long ago. I want to sell 500 cents!"

Feng Yuan was startled: "It costs five hundred stags of such a small blanket? The best silk is nothing more than that."

Zhang Junde sighed: "Mr. It's made of good goat velvet. It looks thin and covered with winter and is extremely warm on your legs. Don't say it's here, even in the Western Regions, it's also more expensive than gold. Do you think, do I want it?"

Feng Yuan and Peng Yuanwai looked at each other and said, "Oh, we are all poor families, but we don't have this knowledge. We have 500 stagnant coins for just such a small blanket covering our legs, and we can't even think about it."

After asking, I found out that this small blanket was woven for several months at Zhang Junde's house and spent countless efforts, he was waiting to sell some utensils at home. Unfortunately, this kind of overly luxurious goods in the small Volcano Army was not easy to sell. Zhang Junde had no choice but to find a way slowly.

When asked about the recent situation of the volcanic army, Zhang Junde said: "It is autumn now, and the field stewards are busy collecting grain. We weaving households are also busy. When the autumn freezes, many water-using machines will not be used. Now try to do as much as possible. I heard that the Zhijun people have arranged the arrangements. Some of us weaving households have gone to the field stewards to help open canals in the field stewards, and some of them recruited rural soldiers and taught them to read arrays. Zhijun people are sympathetic. Any soldiers who enter the village will take care of food and accommodation, which is also good."

Feng Yuan said: "Now the business in Tanglong Town is booming, and the Khitans are also profitable. The nearby thieves are extinct. What are the uses of the rural soldiers?"

Mr. Peng said: "Don't forget the west side! I know that the officers must have received some news that they want to be the village soldiers."

Du Zhongxiao had no news. At this time, he was in the yamen, carefully looking through the recent news of the diary and searching for news. As he counted the days, Nong Zhigao in the south was about to rebellion, but there was very little news of them from the diary. Only the memorial on Guangnan West Road accidentally mentioned that Nong Zhigao had occupied the Tianzhou area and had a bad relationship with Jiaozhi recently.
Chapter completed!