Nanming Engineer

Chapter 319

When Wang Huan said this, he said it with a smile, but in Bental Khan's ears, it was like a sword piercing. The cold murderousness in those words made his whole body stand up with goose bumps, and he couldn't help but He straightened his body and looked at the Ming army general in rattan armor in surprise.

There were two people sitting in the room, and four people standing, two each from the Ming army and the Zasak people.

Among the two Zhasak Mongols, one has an old face and a white beard hanging down his chest. He wears an expensive blue silk robe similar to that of Bental Khan, with a red brocade belt and leather boots. The sweaty bald head has a lock of hair on his forehead. The difference is that he wears a four-legged hat.

The other person is like a strong mountain of meat, nearly seven feet tall, his head almost reaches the beams of the house, tall and fat, his head is as big as a wax gourd, and the top hem of his Mongolian robe has been taken off by him Hanging to the waist, with the upper body exposed, the thick chest hair on the chest faced Wang Huan arrogantly.

Compared with him, the old Mongol standing beside him was as small as a child.

On Wang Huan's side, Mi Layin and Ma Wannian followed.

In order to show their sincerity, neither party brought a knife into the house, but Wang Huan had no doubt that if he turned his back on him, that mountain of meat would be able to strangle everyone in the house with only his arms as thick as ordinary human thighs.

At this moment, feeling the murderous intent in Wang Huan's words, the giant Roushan man jumped up suddenly, took a step forward with his giant foot, and was about to take action. The muscles in Ma Wannian and Milayin's whole body suddenly tightened, like two muscles. The fine spring jumped in front of the giant man.

Wang Huan didn't even lift his eyelids, and still looked at Bental Khan with a smile, but his eyes were so sharp that Bentar Khan felt that the Han in front of him could twist his head off with his bare hands if he didn't get close to the giant man. .

Bental Khan waved his hand, making the giant man who was about to move back down.

Ma Wannian and Mi Layin looked at Wang Huan, who was as immobile as a mountain, heaved a sigh of relief, and retreated to their original places.

Ma Wannian felt beads of cold sweat slowly flowing down his back. The giant man was too intimidating. If he really wanted to take action, he was afraid that he wouldn't be strong enough for others to strike.

"My lord, the lion is a giant beast in the Western Regions. This thing will never boast. It will only roar among the beasts and devour all enemies." Bentar Khan held the teacup, shaking the tea liquid in it gently, Said: "But it doesn't matter. Whether you are a lion or not has nothing to do with me. Let's talk about business."

Wang Huan laughed even more. He put the teacup away and said with a smile, "Okay! Please ask for a price."

"20 taels of silver for a horse, the old price, nothing else." Bentar Khan said in a deep voice, "General Mi knows this price, and the money is the same as the goods."

"No problem." Wang Huan said calmly, "When will the delivery be made?"

Bental Khan thought for a while, turned around and whispered a few words to the white-bearded old man, then turned his head and said: "Ten days later, the delivery will be made at Fort Frontier, which is ten miles away from here. Firearms. We drive 500 horses, and you bring 6 taels of silver, one hand of money and one hand of horses. Anyone who violates the law will be punished by heaven and earth! Changshengtian will not bypass him!"

Wang Huan nodded and agreed without blinking an eye, and the business was negotiated in this way, which was so simple that Bental hesitated a bit. It seems that the transaction with the Han people has never been so smooth before.

He sat there and twisted his body, found that there was indeed nothing to say, stood up and wanted to leave, and said casually to Wang Huan in a rough voice: "In that case, let's go, Mr. Wang, see you in ten days! "

He flicked up his robe, turned and left.

Wang Huan didn't get up. He picked up the teapot again and poured himself another cup of tea slowly. His movements were leisurely and natural, and he said slowly as if talking to himself: "The tea-horse trade has stopped for more than ten years. I don’t know if it’s reopened now, will anyone respond?”

Ben Tal, who came to the door, stopped suddenly, turned around and widened his eyes, and said in disbelief, "What?"

"Exchanging horses for salt and horses for iron, exchanging what is needed is called a mutual market." Wang Huan was playing with the coarse porcelain teacup in his hand, but his eyes glanced at Bental at the door, and he didn't know. Who are you talking to: "There was a mutual market in the Song Dynasty, and there was a mutual market in the Ming Dynasty. It has been discontinued in the past ten years. I don't know where the herdsmen on the grassland buy salt and iron. Will the Jurchens in the east give money to the grasslands? People supply these things, but without salt and iron, can the herdsmen survive by eating only beef and mutton?"

He was rambling on, and every time he said a sentence, Bentar took a step closer to him, and when he finished speaking, Bentar had already sat back on his seat, staring at Wang Huan with eagerness.

The days on the grassland, herding horses and sheep, luxuriant green grass, blue sky and white clouds, freedom, sound beautiful, but the actual life is not so easy.

Because they have no farming ability, no understanding of mining engineering, and lack of smelting technology, the grassland tribes cannot forge iron, cannot produce cotton and weaving cloth, and their production capacity remains in an extremely backward primitive era. Compared with the culture of the Central Plains, it is far behind.

Salt, iron, cloth, tea, pots and pans, etc., etc., all the items of production and life must be obtained by trading with the Han people. communication started.

However, this kind of communication is full of blood and fire, and the Great Wall is the great relic of this way of communication.

From the Huns to Genghis Khan, and then to Wacha and Tatars, they all continued the consistent policy of robbing, robbing, and robbing. The huge cultural differences caused the Han people to look down on the Mongols, and the Mongols also looked down on the weak Han people, but they did not care about salt and iron. The demand for other materials must be met, so for hundreds of years, war and bloodshed have been accompanied by the passage of time, swords and swords flashed in every historical fragment, until the Sui Dynasty, the emergence of the tea-horse market.

The mutual market is a helpless compromise to the war. The two parties can trade items in the mutual market, circulate silver, or barter.For the Han people in the south, the northern captives and invaders were avoided, and for the Hu people in the north, the danger of death was also avoided.

In the Ming Dynasty, there were eleven mutual markets on the Nine Sides, extending from the ice and snow in Liaodong to the yellow sands of the desert in the northwest. Every spring, the mutual market opened, and the grassland herdsmen who had survived the white disaster drove their sheep and horses in groups. Going to the border fortress, exchanging their own things with merchants from all over the inland, bargaining and bargaining, it was very lively.

The Zhasak people of the Khalkha tribe have been doing business in the mutual market in Gansu Town for a long time. Although every once in a while, before the arrival of winter, they will go to the border to plunder and fight the autumn wind, but the existence of the mutual market makes them mess around. A lot less often.

When Bental Khan was still a child, his father took him to the exchange market many times. As an ignorant child, he saw many things on the exchange market that he had never seen before. In the young mind, deeply took root.

However, the mutual trading business was closed by the Ming court after the defeat of the grassland hero Lin Dan Khan during the Chongzhen period and the collective surrender of the entire Monan Mongolia to the Jurchen leader Huang Taiji. The civil servants of the Ming court could not tolerate the Mongols following the Jurchens and themselves. Fighting and making money from the Ming Dynasty.

As the most powerful branch of the Khalkha tribe, Bentar of the Zasak people has been worried about the livelihood of the tribe since he inherited his father's throne. He relies on the grassland for food and cannot withstand the white disasters that come almost every year. It was closed again, so he had to pick up a long knife and repeat the looting work of his ancestors. In addition, he also did some horse trading with the Ming Dynasty without telling the Jurchens.

So at this moment when Wang Huan mentioned the mutual market, his heart immediately arose.

"Master Wang, did you mention the exchange market?" Bentar looked at Wang Huan with bright eyes. He knew that the Jurchens, like himself, would do nothing but loot. They robbed and burned everything. It can only be used for a while, what should I do in the future?If you want to make long-term calculations, you have to open a mutual market to be more reliable.

Wang Huan raised his eyelids and looked at Bentar with a half-smile: "King Khan is interested in this?"

Bentar is very young, only 30 years old at this time. Although he is older than Wang Huan, he is an outstanding young hero among the Mongolian tribes. He is famous for his bravery and wisdom on the grassland. Looking at Wang Huan's somewhat annoying sinister smile, a creepy feeling that he was about to be fooled arose spontaneously, and he immediately became alert.

"Just asking casually, if you want to talk, I'll listen." Bental sat up straight, just now because of his eagerness, he brought his face closer to Wang Huan.

Wang Huan shook the teacup, and the coarse porcelain teacup fell to the ground with a "snap".

Before everyone in the room came back to their senses, Wang Huan stood up suddenly, his expression changed, and his face flushed red with anger.

"Bentar Khan! You are the direct descendant of Genghis Khan, and you are the blood of the Golden Family! You are so noble, are you willing to follow the Jurchens forever and be a poor beggar?" Wang Huansheng Like a thunderbolt, speaking like a bell, he shouted condescendingly at Bental as if teaching his grandson: "Huishi Hushi, without the peace of the grasslands, without the support of Ming Dynasty, how can there be Hushishi? There are not enough sheep, horses, cattle and camels. What are you going to do?" Mutual market? How much tribute does the Jurchens take away from your tribe every year? Every time you fight, how many warriors under your command die in a foreign land? Did they die for their own tribal family? No ! They died in vain, and they were scapegoats for the Jurchens!"

"The descendants of Genghis Khan should be fearless and extremely self-respecting. No one can enslave them, only Changshengtian can be above them. The Jurchens are just savages in Liaodong. Why should the Khalkhas be Their Ahha slaves?"

"Lin Dan Khan is respectable. He would rather die in battle than live in humiliation. The Hulunbuir Grassland has become a hunting ground for the Jurchens. It was the birthplace of Temujin's fortune. Every inch of land is sacred. Bentar, have you forgotten your ancestors? Are there all cowards and poor people on the grassland except for Lin Danhan?"

Wang Huan roared, sweeping away the calm and indifferent appearance just now, like a roaring beast, dancing excitedly, the sound almost lifted the thatched roof full of holes.

He suddenly lowered his head, and quickly put his face in front of Ben Tal's face, so startled that Ben Tal, who was still dazed by the remarks just now, almost fell down.

"I open a mutual market, and on this condition, I am willing to be an ally with you and never betray!" Wang Huan gritted his teeth, and said to Bentar word by word: "When I am fighting Donglu, you have to Stand by my side, and when I capture Shenyang, I will assign the Hulunbuir Grassland to your Khalkha tribe as your permanent habitat!"

The giant Mongolian man blocked the door. Seeing that Wang Huan and Bental were almost together, he let out a beast-like howl from his throat, took giant strides, and rushed over with a "boom tom tom". trembling at the sound of his footsteps.

Wang Huan stared closely at Bental's eyes, his eyes were so hot that they could melt the ice.

When the giant man was about to rush to his side, Bental stretched out his hand in a timely manner, signaling him not to make mistakes.

The giant man froze, then stopped, and backed away.

Wang Huan raised his body, took a step back, and sat down slowly.

Ben Tal Khan has regained his composure, his cold eyes fixed on Wang Huan like two sharp knives.

Wang Huan didn't take it seriously, and looked at him without fear.

"Your behavior just now is very dangerous." Bental said slowly: "Heroes on the grassland are not something you Han people can insult."

"It's not me who insulted you, but the Jurchens." Wang Huan said immediately.

Bentar looked at Wang Huan with a complicated expression: "The Jurchens are equal allies with us, not masters and servants. This is the time of the white horse blood oath. Huang Taiji promised us that it is useless for you to sow discord."

"Allies?" Wang Huan said with a smile: "Have you ever seen an ally as a gunman? How can a real ally ask the other party to pay tribute with the best horse and the strongest warrior? If what you said is right, That is also for the Yehe tribe and the Chahar tribe, and for your Khalkha tribe, can Huang Taiji and Dorgon do you any good?"

This remark was about to kill him, and the veins on Bentar's forehead popped up, because Wang Huan had hit the point.

After the Khalkha tribe and the Chahar tribe of Lindan Khan were defeated by the Jurchen, the only remaining monan Mongolian tribe resisted the Jurchen until the last moment, so the Jurchen Qing court hated them very much, except for letting them out. Give rewards and rewards, even if you gain something in the battle, you will get very little.

Bintar Khan is a proud and arrogant man. He has always criticized the Jurchens and treated them favorably. He has always secretly held grudges. People in the tribe also feel this way. Wang Huan's words are just the resentment that is already burning in his heart. A bucket of oil was poured on the anger.

Or gasoline.

Bentar's face turned blue, and then he thought for a while, then suddenly laughed, pointing at Wang Huan and said: "What a sharp mouth, I almost fell into your way, Mr. Wang, Wang Zongbing, just tell me, you Why are you so confident? Hit Shenyang? Give me Hulunbeier? What do you rely on to guarantee it?"

"There is no guarantee." Wang Huan put away his smile and said seriously: "If I have to say it, Hauge's failure is a guarantee. Next, Azig's failure will also be a guarantee."

Bental frowned. Although he was in the grassland and desert, he had heard about the war situation in the south. He knew the news that Hauge was blocked in Sichuan and could not advance for a few months, which meant he was defeated and returned to Beijing. It was also clear that Wang Huan had done a good deed, so he was willing to take the risk to gather with Wang Huan today to see who the Han Chinese who defeated Hauge were.

But when Wang Huan said that he wanted to defeat Azig, he couldn't believe it.

"Azige is the Prince of England. This time to suppress the Datong rebellion, there will be many troops with him. You said it so early, Haikou is too boastful, right?" Bentar said.

"Whether it is Haikou or not, we will know when the time comes." Wang Huansu Rong said: "But one thing is very clear, if we form an alliance, it will be a real alliance, advance and retreat together, live and die together!"

(End of this chapter)