Lanshan Snow

At first, few people understood Qiu Bodeng's meaning, and most of the tribal warriors present looked at him with surprise—almost strange eyes.Even Shen Fangzhuo couldn't understand what he said, as if he couldn't understand Thule language for a while.

In silence, Xu Zele unfolded the parchment and started from the beginning:

"...The currency of the Central Plains is calculated by gold, silver, and copper coins. The copper coins are divided into big coins and small coins. Small coins mean that one copper coin is one penny. Big money is called Yiguan. Yiguan is now converted into three hundred coins in each continent. One tael of silver is worth five copper coins. There are two hundred coins, that is, one tael of silver equals one thousand and seven hundred coins. Gold Zhongzhou charges one tael of gold worth seventeen guan and one hundred coins in copper coins, that is, one tael of gold is equivalent to 5000 two hundred coins..."

When he was reading, two Thule girls lifted up some white birch boards and stood them in the middle of the big tent.

Make sure that in the big tent, any tribe can see the words on it clearly.

Using a charcoal pen, Amaqin clearly wrote down the corresponding numbers of gold, silver, and copper that Xu Zele read out on both sides of the birch board.And the corresponding copper coins, silver and gold were nailed on the side.

In the big tent, many tribal warriors frowned.

In Xueyuan, the trade between tribes is calculated by the number of cattle and sheep.However, Daxueyuan started smuggling trade with the tribes of the Central Plains, and it has been going on for almost 200 years. All the tribes have heard more or less that the people of the Central Plains trade in gold, silver, and copper.

It's just that until now, few tribesmen have understood the literary "wen", "gold", "copper" and "money" in the Central Plains.

Private dealers usually do business with herdsmen, and they don't use those. They only count the cattle, sheep and skins of the Xueyuan tribe.

Right now, Amaqin specially writes them down, and they feel strange: well done, why write these?Only Shen Fangzhuo seemed to feel something vaguely, but couldn't believe it——Qiu Bodeng is the son of the Fufeng Qiu family!The Qiu family is the number one family in the Central Plains!

He couldn't believe it at all, but Xu Zele continued to read:

"...All the smugglers in the Central Plains come to the Snow Plains to buy good furs, animal tendons, medicinal herbs, exotic spices, coral tortoise shells, snow crystal ores, etc. The two plains have different coins, so they barter, and now we will The price of the items exchanged by both parties, and the exchange rate, are listed below."

Shen Fangzhuo's complexion changed drastically, his figure flickered, and he was desperate to snatch the sheepskin scroll from Xu Zele's hand and tear it up.

There was a clear clang.

The dagger hidden in Shen Fangzhuo's sleeve clanged to the ground, and Amaqin and Yanheyi pressed him to the ground.His forehead was hit on the hard slate, and his blood flowed profusely.

Xu Zele took half a step back, a cut was made in his thick leather jacket, and he was still in shock.

The dagger that fell on the ground was a spirit weapon, and Shen Fangzhuo hid it in the Ten Thousand Gods Assembly. It was originally used to assassinate the young master of the enemy in case of unexpected situations.But at this moment, he didn't hesitate to use it to destroy the parchment Xu Zele held in his hand.

——A parchment scroll that can shake the entire snowfield smuggler trade network!

There was a chaotic sound of cursing in the big tent, and many tribal warriors stood up angrily, wanting to rush up and tear Shen Fangzhuo, a native of the Central Plains, and throw him out to feed the dogs—no weapons are allowed, it is the iron law of the Pantheon Festival , Shen Fangzhuo violated the ancient taboo!

Prince Tumu took a step forward, stopped again, and ordered in a deep voice: "Let him go."

Qiu Bodeng ignored everything around him, and only looked at Shen Fangzhuo who was pushed down to the ground strangely. "What are you in a hurry for?" He asked, "Isn't your sincerity with the Shen family extremely sincere? Your Shen family... that Bailu Confucian, when discussing whether scholars can discuss it, what did you say?" with?"

"You...you're crazy!" Shen Fangzhuo's hair was in a disheveled bun, his face was covered with blood, and he yelled ferociously, "You're crazy! Do you want your enemies to become the target of public criticism and become enemies of the world?!"

"Oh! I remembered!" Qiu Bodeng slapped his palms suddenly, "'To help the world, porridge is used to save the people, and scholars are businessmen. It helps the time, not profit.'——Yizui Ou San Five coins, three thousand pieces of gold for the emperor's fur! It's not a profit!" He laughed, and patted the armrest while laughing.

The big tent who had been cursing just now fell silent amidst the young man's laughter, and everyone followed him like a demon, staring at him blankly.

He was born so beautiful that he was so beautiful that sitting by the fire casually, he looked like a white jade statue that glowed with brilliance.

What's more, at this moment he is smiling, innocently and romantically, with joy in his eyes, almost lighting up the entire big tent, but that kind of innocence and joy, but with a faint sickness and madness——

"Sister He!" He asked loudly, laughing again, "What are they—what are they in a hurry for?!"

Originally, Yan Heyi, who was full of intentions to smash Shen Fangzhuo's head on the stone, was startled, but all the departments in Xueyuan felt that the smile of this unknown young master from the Central Plains was simply captivating.But Yan Heyi had seen the appearance of the young master falling ill after the red maple forest was felled ten years ago.

She got up quickly, reaching out to get the tranquilizing medicine she carried with her.

Before she could touch the jade bottle containing the medicine, a figure was already a step ahead of her, and arrived beside the young master—the young and dangerous Thule wizard.

He lowered his eyelashes and put his hands on the young master's shoulders.

The young master leaned back, took the young wizard's hand, and squeezed his slender fingers into his lover's.

"Go on, Xu Zele." He spoke again, with a sweet smile in his black agate-like eyes, "Let our Mr. Shen, on behalf of his fellow clan elder, hear about the business of Philiya."

Shen Fangzhuo raised his head from the ground with great effort, and when he saw that smile, he shivered uncontrollably.

He suddenly remembered the private rumors of that family:

——The young master of the Chou family, suffered from a mental illness ten years ago and almost became a lunatic.It is because of this that the Chou family pampered him so much that they did not ask him to practice and study, for fear that he would fall ill.

The back of Shen Fangzhuo's neck was pressed by Amaqin's elbow, and an indistinct voice came out of his throat with difficulty:

Crazy……

madman!

The young master of the Chou family is a lunatic who suffers from gain and loss!

But no one listened to him anymore.

Because Xu Zele began to read on.

Shen Fangzhuo's act of destroying the parchment regardless of everything made the various departments in the snow field in the big tent realize its importance, and a small part of them were keenly aware of something.The expressions of some tribal leaders sitting in front changed slightly.

"... waxed tea, thirty cash for a ball, often exchanged for three pieces of deerskin, or six pieces of sheepskin, or two pieces of lambskin. One buckskin, ordinary design and color, twenty pennies, or six thousand coins; one pure white Xianglu, thirty pieces Guan, that is, 48 Wen; a sheepskin, [-] Guan and [-] Wen, that is [-] Wen; a sheepskin, [-] Guan, that is [-] Wen.

"...Luo silk, two thousand ren per silk, often exchanged for three tortoise shells, or five or six pieces of lapis lazuli, or one catty of cold bird feathers. A tortoise shell is distinguished by spots and colors, and those with less white spots cost 500 liang, that is, 80. Wanwen; a lapis lazuli, distinguished by bright color, divided into nine grades, the lowest grade, a piece of 60 taels, that is, one hundred and twelve thousand Wen. Han Toba, two branches are one, and one is worth two taels, that is, three thousand Four hundred wen. A catty is about 130 yuan."

"...Huaping silk, six thousand wen at one end, often exchanged for three catties of red tail, or two catties of emerald feathers. Red tail, ten taels per catty, one or twenty strings, that is thirty thousand wen. Emerald feathers, two are one Combined, one combined is worth three taels, that is, five thousand and one hundred Wen, and one catty is about eighty combined."

"... Yunsha, a horse of four hundred wen..."

The big tent was silent at first, only Xu Zele's voice echoed.

The warriors of the Xueyuan tribe, who were not very familiar with the currency system of the Central Plains, had to struggle to figure out the numerical difference between the two sides.Keen Bodeng directly skipped those cumbersome processes, and in the most intuitive and naked way, put together how much the trade between the two parties is converted into copper coins.

Even a martial artist who can no longer count, when faced with thirty thousand coins for tens of thousands of coins, or two thousand coins for hundreds of thousands of millions of coins, it is impossible not to hear the huge gap that is almost absurd!

Shocked, unbelievable, confused...

Various expressions appeared on the faces of the warriors living in the snow field.

They are accustomed to enduring difficult environments and fighting fierce enemies, and they are not afraid of any sword.However, today, they were suddenly thrust into a completely unfamiliar battlefield.On this battlefield, there are no scimitars, no sharp arrows, only copper coins, only silver, and only numbers.

They are at a loss like children.

--how so?

How can this be?

The Ten Thousand Gods of Xueyuan reside in the sky, requiring every son and daughter of Xueyuan to be brave and resolute. One is one, and two is two. Ten sheep can only be exchanged for what can be exchanged for ten sheep—how ​​can there be such a deal?One penny for hundreds, thousands, or even tens of thousands of pennies?

As Xu Zele read out one by one, the silence was quickly broken.

Curses of anger and humiliation quickly swept through the entire tent like a tide, and the leaders of the various ministries could no longer order their own people—they grabbed the treasures that the dancer had just brought to the table one by one, and turned to Shen Fangzhuo, Chao Canglang, etc. Other smugglers in the Canglang Department and the Canglang Department were thrown away.

"Go! Go back! Go back with your rags!"

Those merchants were beaten to death, and each of them held their heads in fright and tried to hide behind the knights of the wolf department.

The blood wolf rider overturned the short table containing the food, and piles of barbecue, soup, and milk skins fell on the floor.They grabbed the table legs and used them as shields in front of them.

The scene was completely out of control.

Xu Zele had to raise his voice, almost screaming:

"...Yellow-green glazed porcelain bowl, seventeen cash a piece, three catties of white amber stone, thirty catties of green and white salt! White amber stone! Ten guan for one catty, three thousand coins. Green and white salt, top grade salt, one catty Two hundred words!"

"...White-glazed ice porcelain altar, thirty taels a piece, two mountain shells, one mica plant, and two snow jade flowers! Mountain shells, top grade in "Medical Classics", one piece is 300 taels, 51 coins! Mica sky Goods! One or two hundred gold, or 34 Wen, a mica plant often weighs ten taels! 340 million Wen!"

"... Luxiang, one tael and thirty gold, five thousand one hundred Wen!"

"...Bezoar, one or twenty gold, seventeen thousand Wen!"

"..."

Seeing that the entire big tent was ignited by the angry wave, Shen Fangzhuo suddenly turned over, knocked Amaqin who was caught off guard, and stood up with blood on his head.

"Get out?" Shen Fangzhuo pointed to himself, and then pointed to Prince Tumu, looking around the entire big tent, hysterical, "Get out? You told me to get out? What the hell are you! Ha! You are so stupid to treat good things as trash !!! We are willing to buy, that is your honor!"

He screamed before the raging crowd came up to tear him apart.

"Saluzha! Namu! Luohubi! Besheaga!... What are you patriarchs waiting for?!"

The face of the tribal leader who was targeted suddenly changed.

"Drag them out!" The chief of the Boshi Aga tribe was furious, "The original thieves in the group! Liars! Drag them all out, cut them up and feed them to the dogs!"

"Don't be in such a hurry to kill people!" Shen Fangzhuo screamed, "Patriarch Boshiaga! You sold your Natalan River for [-] gold two days ago--that's a really good price! Your gold belt is amazing! My Shen family sent it from Dongzhou! You don’t know how to count gold and silver, don’t you understand? Don’t you just think that anyway, those mica mountain shells, snow and grass are everywhere, so where can you get what you want? Armor, gold, and wooden kites are important!"

He spoke so fast that he almost choked.

As soon as Patriarch Boshiaga made a gesture, several warriors jumped out from behind.

Immediately, the Thule girls who were carrying the plates back and forth immediately flipped their hands, and the food on the plates turned sideways, and they pulled out sharp machetes from the bottom of the plates.

"Agu Khan!" The Patriarch of the Beshi Aga tribe was furious, and shouted the name of the Patriarch Tule sharply, "You Tule, do you want to take the initiative to violate the taboo of the Pantheon Festival?!"

"It was you who violated the taboo first." The old patriarch stood up and knocked the crutches in his hand on the ground, "Saluzha! Namu! Luohubi! Besh Aga!...Bashnaru! For tens of thousands of taels of gold! Some of the Central Plains territory that was given to you, you have to sell the entire snowfield! How dare you face your own clansmen?"

boom!

The whole big tent was completely boiling.

All tribes, large and small, stood up, some with bare hands, and some with weapons drawn from under their robes.

The big tent was in complete disarray.

In the confusion, Prince Tumu drew out a scimitar, smashed the Tule warriors in front of him, grabbed Shen Fangzhuo, and dragged him back in the direction of the wolf tribe.

"He—" Shen Fangzhuo retreated into the protective circle of blood wolf riders, immediately pointed to Qiu Bodeng sitting on the chair, and shouted loudly, "He! The son of the first family in Dongzhou! Their enemy is the largest in the Central Plains. His family, you really believe that he told you this to help you! A joke!"

The blood wolf riders gathered into a circle, together with all the tribes that drew their weapons, confronted the Tule tribe, and those tribes that were unarmed.

"...The Qiu family is the number one family in Dongzhou. The sons of the Qiu family came to the snowfield. Besides forming an alliance with Thule, opening up the snowy area, and preempting the snowfield, what purpose does it have?!" Shen Fangzhuo said in a cold voice, "They are the number one! A person who betrayed the snow field. As the host of the Pantheon Conference, they are the ones who are really planning to catch you all!"

"The largest tea ceremony in Twelve Continents is in their hands, and they are the biggest beneficiaries of the snowfield smugglers' business!"

The bonfire is raging, and the sword is shining.

All kinds of eyes came from all sides.

Suspicion, rejection, guard, hostility... Xu Zele gripped the parchment tightly, and at the end of the parchment, he wrote a few words randomly, a few strong words: If I die frivolously, how dare I not be my husband.

Xu Zele clutched the line written by the young man, almost laughed out loud, almost burst into tears, he travels all over the world, he is the son of a merchant, doesn't he know how these "non-profit, benefit the world" trades are? What's the matter?But he dare not write!dare not say!

Because, he knew what would happen after he said it——

Will never be able to return to the Central Plains, will never be able to gain a foothold in the Central Plains, and will continue to hunt and revenge.

Even if he stayed in the snowy field, he would be the first person to be suspected of anything!Because he exposed the gauze that covered the truth, and he is of the same family as the person who made the gauze!

Those who hold salaries are bitter, those who burn fire are cold, and those who clean up are polluted.

He dare not.

The bright light shone on Qiu Bodeng's jade-like face, he tilted his head slightly, like a beautiful lunatic, but also like a romantic child.

All Thule warriors put their swords across to protect him in the center.

The Thule wizard did not raise his eyes until this moment, but still clasped his lover with one hand down... The white snow and the raging fire are intertwined, and the intertwined spiritual net disappears before it rises... Don't be afraid , not to be sad, Asawind, Ayjana, and Aysi blackmailed.

The deep black toga was rolled, and the cuffs rolled over the sharp wrist bones.

Spread your fingers, and the wind blows suddenly.

Asawind!