I am a child of Daqin Xiong, who supervises the country at the age of eight

Chapter 143 Caravan Safety
That's [-]% of the profit from drinks!
Compared with before, selling cattle and sheep, making a lot more money!

For a while, Wu Zhiluo, a businessman, was blindfolded by profits again.

Besides, in his opinion.

It's not that easy to expose it.

After all, the Huns are ordinary and don't care too much about who is in his caravan.

Not to investigate carefully.

As long as you wait for others, do it secretly.

Presumably, the Huns should not have noticed the abnormality.

I saw it, Wu Zhiluo opened his mouth and said.

"Young Master Nineteen, I am willing to serve the Great Qin court. However, the Huns suffered a defeat recently. They don't want our merchants from Great Qin to enter their territory to trade. What should I do?"

"The Shanyu Touman of the Xiongnu is dead. Whose order did they obey, not to allow our merchants from Daqin to trade?"

With a gloomy face, Ying Zheng asked Wu Shiluo.

"Listen to Mouton!"

Wu Shiluo said.

Because there are a large number of caravans, they haunt the grasslands in the north all the year round.

Therefore, Wu Shiluo knew much more about the information on the grassland than the Qin court.

Just hear, he explained.

"This Modu is the son of the Xiongnu Chanyu Touman. He is very young and is said to be very smart. Therefore, we merchants from Great Qin are not allowed to trade with him!"

"Modun?"

Hearing the name, Ying Changsheng immediately remembered who this guy was.

Isn't this exactly the Maodun who unified the Xiongnu and made the Xiongnu Empire reach its peak in history?
I just saw it, Ying Changsheng said.

"This, nothing to worry about!"

"Moton? He will agree!"

"As long as you express your intentions and tell them that you are selling wine, I think Mouton will definitely agree!"

"Oh?"

Ying Zheng was a little surprised.

"How can you be so confident, kid?"

"Father, it's not that my son is confident, but I think that with Mo Dun's intelligence, he will agree!"

Ying Changsheng, Brother Chaozheng explained, only heard him say.

"In your opinion, Father, how did the wine come from?"

"Nature is brewed!"

Brother Zheng said without thinking.

Ying Changsheng spread his hand, and then said.

"That's right, that's why Mouton agreed. In your opinion, food is brewed from wine, and Mouton also thinks so. You said, when he learned that Daqin made the precious grain, After brewing into wine, Mo Dun will definitely be very happy, in his opinion, we use the grain to make wine, which is wasting the national power of Daqin!"

"The loss of Qin's national strength is naturally a good thing for the Xiongnu. Therefore, my minister is so determined that Maodun will agree to this matter!"

"Hahahaha!"

Hearing the words, Ying Zheng couldn't help nodding his head.

He sighed.

"That's right, if any country in the world had made wine on a large scale before, I would be happy, because if there is more wine, there will be less food!"

But then, Brother Zheng laughed again.

"However, things in the world are constantly changing. Nowadays, the grain is no longer needed to make wine, but sweet potatoes are used. And the Huns just don't understand this..."

"Father is wise!"

Ying Changsheng would like to compliment you.

At this time, after listening to Wu Shiluo, he couldn't help admiring Ying Changsheng's wisdom, and he complimented him.

"What the nineteenth son said is very true. I feel that my Daqin can not only sell wine to the Huns, but if there is enough wine, my Daqin can also sell wine to Donghu King..."

"King Donghu?"

After hearing this strange name, Ying Changsheng couldn't help being a little confused.

He didn't know who King Donghu was.

But Ying Zheng explained it to him.

"To the north of my Great Qin, there is not only one Xiongnu!"

"There's another Donghu!"

"This Donghu lives in the east, so it is called the Donghu, while the Xiongnu lives in the west. The strength of the two is equal. Now the Huns have been defeated by our Great Qin, but this Donghu is still powerful. In the future, we Sooner or later Daqin will be his enemy!"

"I see!"

Ying Changsheng suddenly understood.

Immediately, he said to Wu Shi.

"of course can!"

"We will sell as much wine as Donghu wants. In addition, we need to send people to explore the terrain of Donghu people. At that time, when we send troops to attack, we can fight all the way to their royal court!"

"The Nineteenth Young Master is wise, Your Majesty is wise!"

Wu Shiluo was overjoyed.

You know, the profit of this wine sale is quite high.

Enough to make their Wuzhiluo clan as rich as an enemy.

But it didn't take long for me to be happy just now.

Suddenly, Wu Zhiluo thought of something again.

Immediately, he frowned, and then said to brother Zheng.

"Your Majesty, I have something I have to mention. I feel that this matter is too important. If it can't be resolved, I'm afraid it will be difficult for the caravan of my Wuzhiluo clan to sell wine outside the Great Wall to return..."

"Oh?"

Ying Zheng was taken aback.

"What's the problem? What's the problem?"

"Your Majesty, you don't know anything!"

Wu Shiluo smiled bitterly.

"The things that I trafficked before were all worthless things, which were not very attractive to the Huns, but now what we traffic is wine!"

"This stuff is addictive to drink. If the Huns on the grasslands and the Donghu people are not willing to spend money on wine, if they just get entangled and come to grab it, how can the minister's caravan return smoothly? ?”

Well, what Wu Zhiluo said is a very difficult problem to solve.

That is, throughout the ages.

Such a group of people is indispensable.

They like "zero yuan shopping".

To put it bluntly, it means grabbing.

Buying at zero yuan is perfect for the Huns.

Because, they were originally born robbers.

And it is more difficult to solve this problem.

Because the grassland is the home ground of the Huns.

Wuzhiluo's caravan was protected by Daqin's army?

That definitely won't work.

It can only be left to them to protect themselves. Seeing this situation, Ying Changsheng thought about it for a while, and then asked Wu Shiluo.

"Your caravan, how many people are there in a team?"

"For a team, dozens, hundreds of people, no more!"

Wu Shiluo answered quickly.

Immediately, he smiled wryly again.

"But this number of people is not enough. Among them, there are only a dozen real guards, and the rest are coachmen and coachmen. They are powerless to resist when they are robbed by the Huns!"

"This……"

Brother Zheng frowned when he heard this.

This is really a problem.

A group of people are on the grassland.

It is not too difficult to survive the robbery of the Huns.

But just when Brother Zheng was having a headache, Ying Changsheng who was on the side laughed and suggested.

"Well, it's not a problem. I have a new weapon that can let a three-year-old child kill a grown man!"

(End of this chapter)