The Princess of Northern Land

"Misunderstanding." Lin Ziyin replied with a smile, "This brother also said just now that whatever he likes, he must take it as his own. I think what brother said is very reasonable, no, I just did what Xiongtai said, and besides, I bought it with my own money, and the owner agreed, so I didn’t realize it had anything to do with Xiongtai.”

Sharp-tongued, bold and careful! Although the young man opposite was from the North, Alhatu still felt that her temper was very to his liking.

"Young Master." Qiaoer reminded her softly, "The Third Young Master is still waiting for you."

Lin Ziyin thought about it, no, the way back was not that close. They had to return to the border town before dark. I really can’t waste time in this small market.

"Let's go." After thinking about it, Lin Ziyin didn't waste a moment in the market and immediately led Juexin and the others deeper into the market.

"Interesting, follow me and take a look." Alhatu ordered the guards behind him with a faint smile.

"Master, it's not appropriate to stay here for a long time." Batu said with a frown.

"It doesn't hurt to take another look," Alhatu insisted. He and his eldest brother had different ideas. They were called Tatars and they actually did not want to fight for no reason. Because if they do that, the people who will suffer the most should be their people. Moreover, burning, killing, robbing, etc. are also contrary to the bright principles of their nation.

If he could find a way to make his people's lives more comfortable, he would rather live in harmony with the North.

After fighting Da Qin for so long, he was a little tired.

But the father and the eldest brother? Thinking of this, Alhatu's face became ugly.

After Lin Ziyin bought the tiger skin, he didn't pay much attention to the extra tail behind him. Anyway, we met by chance at this market at best. After buying what we need, we might never meet again in our lives.

"Sir, they are following." Qiaoer reminded Lin Ziyin softly.

"Are they staring at us?" Lin Ziyin asked.

"Not really." Qiaoer glanced at the people behind him and found that the Tatars were also constantly asking the vendors for prices, especially the items produced by the Tatars.

Lin Ziyin followed Qiaoer's gaze and looked over, then whispered to comfort her, "Everyone comes to the market to buy and sell goods. We come from the street, so naturally we have to walk along the street."

Qiaoer thought about it and felt that what she said made sense, so he paid much less attention to Alhatu and others.

After a while, in an open area, Lin Ziyin found the cattle and sheep he wanted to buy on this trip.

"How to sell cows?" Lin Ziyin asked, pointing to a few cows with beautiful colors.

"Young master, you have good eyesight. These cows are almost two years old. They will produce milk the same year you buy them." When he saw that people from the North came to buy cows, the broker who sold the cows was curious for a moment.

However, professionalism was just a moment of curiosity. In the blink of an eye, he put on a professional smile and asked, "How many cows does your guest want?"

"I want all the cows here, as long as they meet the requirements." Lin Ziyin replied with a smile.

What a grand gesture!

The broker took a breath, but immediately became overjoyed. There were about fifty cows in the farm that could produce milk. If he sold them all at once, he would definitely make a lot of money.

Then he discovered that Lin Ziyin was very good at selecting cows. She quickly selected the old, weak, or cows that did not produce enough milk.