There is no love without reason, nor no hatred without reason.

The nobles took out their own family background and asked the old Duke of Hutou to take to save the crazy Huer. This was not without reason.

The Ministry of Revenue has called the bell, and Bai Ang of the Ministry of Justice has already asked people to clear the waterways of Chaobai River. What does this mean?!

This means that Chihu'er has opened up the relationship between His Majesty and the Ministry of Revenue. When the victims come back, they will have enough personnel to build the dock.

There is another avenue, and the accountants at home have estimated it.

If you line up along the wharf according to the plan of the young master, then build along the straight road from the wharf to the capital.

The annual increase may be millions of taels of silver. You should know that the current income ratio of major shops in the capital is not low!

Moreover, the profits on the wharf were also calculated by the old accountants who had been to Jiangnan.

Just a big deal of goods entering and leaving is enough to make everyone eat it.

This is still a basic work, and it is only Mr. Zhang’s first work!

How old is he now?! He is only in his teens, his imperial favor, his brain, and helps the nobles bind the abilities of the dynasty.

Damn it! Isn’t that the God of Wealth and Emperor’s Pet protector?!

You guys criticize Tatars, and they actually want to hurt the God of Wealth and the Emperor's Beloved Protective God!

Then you must send all the good players in the family. God of Wealth dare not cause any damage!

If I hadn't been able to leave the capital easily now, I would not be able to ride a war horse, and I could not pull out the strong bow, I might have gone to cut the Tatars in person!

Bansheng is not a built city at this time.

It is more of a scattered house, a fort, and a large number of endless tents.

Various shouts of shouting and shouting were stomping on the bubbles of water that were rising, mixed with the smell of sheep, filled the air.

In the bustling crowd, you can see Han people wearing brocades and Tatars carrying scimitars.

The woman with deep and concave eyes and simple fur looks at people with a green look, even a blond and blue-eyed person, a thin Korean man.

There are many transactions here tacitly, and you can buy the best Shu brocade and Yunjin in the Ming Dynasty here.

For high-quality stainless steel knives, iron pots, fine salt, you can also buy old ginseng from Korea and Dongzhu the size of fingertips.

Here you can find the best war horses on the grassland, and you can also buy the most gentle Gorye maids.

Groups of horses, cattle and sheep were closed in a temporary fence next to the market in the gathering place, and the merchants bargained loudly.

Now the people here are watching a huge horse team in horror, rushing towards them in "rumble..."

Fortunately, the bearded market owner with dozens of fat and strong men, who had a knife, led people to beat the horse and shouted to tell everyone that it was okay.

"Don't worry! Don't worry! It's the eagle on the grassland, Batu Monkdayan Khan is here!"

Hearing this shout, the restless crowd then felt relieved and began to continue the business.

But if you pay attention, you will find that they all approached their fast horse intentionally or unintentionally, and their palms were closer to the hilt.

The rumbling horse team stopped outside the tent and then began to camp.

Seeing this situation, the others in the camp seemed to be relieved, and the crowd gradually returned to the excitement.

Batumonk is almost thirty this year. When he was six years old, he married Dumanhai, who was twenty-five years older than him, and was able to inherit the throne of Khan.

Later, at the age of sixteen, he took charge of the Oirat many times, and even Yongsebu, Ordos, and Tumot came to surrender and became famous!

Now he suddenly appeared here with his own tribal warriors. It is a lie to say that it is not shocking.

Batumonk is now sitting in his tent, with a dirty and dirty Gudebai in front of him.

His face was blew up by the dry cold wind, and his lips were shriveled.

The fur coat on her body exudes an indescribable smell, and she looks sad and anxious.

Around him were about a dozen middle-aged and elderly men who were also wearing fur coats but had obvious and beautiful faces.

"You mean, the Ming court official searched your family, and many merchants got a lot of food?"

Batumonk slowly raised his head, and the eagle-like gaze swept towards them and smiled: "Sit down!"

"After all, we are all friends from afar. We have been dating for many years! Aren't we?!"

Several old men actually performed a Tatar ceremony to Batumonk and bowed and said, "Thank you!"

As he said that, he turned his eyes and let everyone sit down in the military tent.

Then the maids in robes brought plates of lamb with knives on it.

There are also small plates on the plate, filled with fine salt.

"At least 300,000 stones of grain, there are thousands of taels of gold and hundreds of thousands of taels of silver!"

But Gu Debai's eyes were red and his teeth were grumbled, and he jumped out from the gaps of his teeth one by one.

"There are still 200,000 refugees!!"

With every word from Goodbai, Batumonk's eyes shone with his head down and his flesh cut were shining.

Finally, after he finished speaking, Batumonk raised his head and smiled: "Loyalty to his friends, this is the persistence of our grassland people!"

"But...you need to know that I just learned that if the tribe wants to launch an attack, I have to give some explanation to the elders."

When Gu Debai heard this, he couldn't help but be stunned and turned around and looked at the old men.

From northwest Shanxi to the Jiubian line, those who are doing this beheading business outside this pass basically form a group.

This group can not only communicate with the Tatars and Oirats, but also mobilize the power of the nine sides and even the court to a certain extent.

"Since we ask friends to help, we will never let our friends be in vain..."

The old man with a white haired and elegant appearance, standing up with a smile on his face, stood up with a crane and a dressed in a Confucian shirt.

"Three hundred fine steel knives, five thousand wolf-tooth arrows! Twenty thousand stones of grain!"

But the old man looked at Batumonk and whispered: "We also sent two thousand troops to accompany us, and we would not get any spoils!"

"We are responsible for the Nine Border Pass, and there will be no soldiers pursuing the Ming Dynasty's military forces!"

Batumonk looked at the old man with his eyes burning, and the old man looked at him without hesitation.

For a moment, the military tent actually became silent. Everyone couldn't help but hold their breath and seemed to have become a little depressed...

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Suddenly, Batumonk burst into laughter like a firecracker.
Chapter completed!