"Yinding..." Zhang Han had only called him a name, and even saved the word "Taiji". He looked at the items in Yinding's hand and said with a smile: "This is a mutton, would you do it? What are you buying?"

The silver ingots were indeed a gang from Japan. This thing was very rare in northern horse markets. Some of them can be seen in capital and large cities southwards, and not many people ate them.

These ingredients are dried seafood such as sea cucumber, sea urchin, abalone, and they are packed in straw bags. The price is not cheap. Most of them are sold from coastal areas or even in Japan. The people who buy it are just looking for something new.

"Isn't you?" Yinding smiled with a thick face. He was about to go back to Qingcheng and saw many people. In fact, these nobles on the grassland had nothing. Even ordinary shepherds rarely saw good green tea, various pastries and fruits. These nobles could supplement a batch after a while. The luxury shops here in Zhangjiakou were supported by these large and small Taiji people on the grassland. It would be good for ordinary shepherds to have a black tea brick in winter. Where can they afford those good green tea and white tea? And the fruits and vegetables of the season, ordinary shepherds consume less, and most of them were delicacies on the tables of noble people.

"These hairpins are all good, wrap them up."

Yinding and Zhang Han have worked together for so long, and they really look like they have made a fortune. They have entered a goldsmith shop and have a fancy to more than a dozen jewelry pieces. Together, they have to pay more than ten gold. With a wave of his hand, he asked everyone to cover it all.

No wonder Acheng Taiji is so friendly to Zhang Han. A foolguchi like Yinding is only at a lower level in the tribe. The Mongolian Taiji is as numerous as cows. The important Taiji may hold important positions in the tribe. He has hundreds of direct herders subordinates with tens of thousands of entries. The cattle, sheep and horses are calculated in tens of thousands as units of measurement. Of course, such Taiji is a small number of wealth. However, the Mongolians now respect the Yellow Sect and the Red Sect. Many Laba temples have been built on the grassland, and all the places such as the northwest are still there. The Mongolians worship more and more Laba temples. There were no more wealth left on the grassland. After the expenses became larger, many Taiji were already poor and even the small landlords of the Han people were not as good as those of the Han people. If there were not herders and cattle and sheep that could support them, I was afraid that even the cost of clothing would be a problem.

Such luxurious moves as Yinding are rare in Xiaotaijilito.

"These are bought for Jinlian..." Yinding blushed with a rare look.

The two of them had already talked about Li Jinlian. They were originally a joke made by Zhang Han. The woman who bought the unfinished house said that she was her concubine and the silver ingots were not good, so she took the house by herself without much politeness. For the Mongolians, Jinlian's appearance with a big silver plate with big face and big breasts was just right. I think Jinlian didn't suffer much on the grassland.

In the evening, everyone was tired of shopping and had almost bought the things they should buy. After some consideration, everyone did not plan to delay another night in Zhangjiakou. While they could walk for an hour, they simply left the fort and set off on the road.

Following Yinding and his group, everyone left the military fort without any effort. They crossed the Great Wall. The group of people were behind. Zhang Han carried a large amount of goods and loaded six four-wheeled carriages. The load was not heavy. He still walked smoothly on the grass where the grass was growing above the knee. Zhang Han, Yinding and others rode their horses in front. Because the light cavalry was on the road, it was the first time that they planned to go deep into the grassland. Everyone was in a strange mood, a little light, a little expectant, and a little worried and panic. Only Yinding, the Mongolian Taiji, had nothing to do, rode their horses and rode at the front. After running for a while, Sun Jingting became arguing with the Tartars and began to speed up the pursuit. Zhang Han and others also rode their horses to catch up. The sun set, and they rushed to the northwest. Everyone's figures quickly merged into the gorgeous sunset.

For an hour, a fast horse galloped on the gentle and soft grass was enough to make people go deeper. When the sky turned dark and Zhang Han and others stopped, the convoy behind had been thrown far away.

Just crossing the Great Wall defense line to the north for dozens of miles north, the evening breeze seemed to have become much cooler. The gentle breeze gradually turned into a cool breeze. Looking into the distance, there were gentle grasslands and rolling hills everywhere. Grass, shrubs, hills, and grasslands, shrubs, hills, and green grasslands almost impossible to see at a glance. This scene feels fresh and even shocking when you first enter, and it is also novel and interesting. After a long time, it is inevitable that it is a bit monotonous and boring.

After stopping, Yinding ran to fight the yellow sheep. Liang Xing and others began to make outlines on the cardboard. Zhang Han knew they were hand-made, but fortunately someone taught him, so he ran over to study together. Sun Jingting was also interested in this matter and stood by and watched. The pictures in Liang Xing's hand included the part of the Ming Dynasty and the key points formed by the maps obtained by the Ming Dynasty and Mongolia for many years. For example, Hanhai in the extreme north is located in the middle of Zhangjiakou and northeast, as well as the location of Hanaishan and Qingcheng, and the location of several large Gobi deserts on the grasslands. But in addition to important mountains, such as the location of the Daqing Mountains and the approximate location of Chahanhot, the large areas are filled with blank spaces. Zhang Han took Liang Xing, Li Dongxue and others out this time to draw some maps as much as possible.

This is not easy. Zhang Han didn't understand the map drawings. Liang Xing and Li Dongxue did not learn from Zhang Han. Zhang Han asked someone to hire a map master named Wang Anping and an apprentice from the capital. Liang Xing and others also helped to build a foundation in mapping and surveying and mapping, while strengthening the study of mathematical and geometry. China's mapping level is actually not bad. The gap is that the current Chinese drawing masters have not yet used the angular cylindrical projection method to draw. In addition, in terms of mapping level and details, China's mapping level has also begun to be pulled down by the West. In fact, from the Western Jin Dynasty to the Song and Ming dynasties, China's mapping level has been far higher than that of medieval Europe. As for other parts of the world, it is even more in the wilderness.

"The six methods of mapping, the classification, the accuracy, the path, the height, the evil, the straightforward, and the mastery of these will be roughly not bad."

Wang Anping narrowed his eyes and taught his apprentice carefully to Liang Xing and others.

While he said, he slowly drew the surrounding geographical environment according to the method of mapping. Each map is about a radius of hundreds of miles, important peaks, rivers, including river directions, important tributaries, and mountain roads in the ups and downs of the mountain peaks, etc. The Chinese method of mapping actually reacts to some maps drawn in the Ming and Qing dynasties. Later generations compared the maps of the times and found that although the maps drawn by the ancients looked simple, there were almost no mistakes from mountains to rivers, and there were almost no mistakes from the main roads, cities, towns, and villages. The important thing was whether they had the intention to do such things. Zhang Han's consideration was that at least within ten years of the future, his caravan would travel between the Mongolian grasslands and Liaodong, and they might encounter many emergencies. Only by mastering the map can you master everything. If you talk about war on paper, you must have at least this piece of paper.

"If I waited to do this, it would take at least ten years to draw Liaodong."

After dark, Wang Anping and others collected the tools. Tonight was too short and there was almost no time to draw anything. Zhang Han promised that they would complete the drawings nearby sooner or later.

As we arrived in Qingcheng, we probably only drew a small part of the map. If we wanted to draw the entire picture of Zhangjiakou to Qingcheng and Datong passes, it would probably take ten years to achieve the following people.

Zhang Han said: "Master Wang, first record the map along the way during this trip. You can draw a simple picture. After going back to Xinping Castle, please stay in the castle and bring more apprentices for me, so that they can continue to do this in the future."

"The plan of Master Zhang is good," Wang Anping was a little surprised at first, and then said calmly: "Anyway, I am a little bitch, and I will teach you how to draw pictures. You are the final decision of the boss."

Sun Jingting knew that Zhang Han's decision might be a few thousand and tens of thousands of taels of silver. At that time, all prefectures and counties would draw. It was the power of the government and it spent a lot of manpower, material resources and financial resources. The drawings were drawn by a merchant, and it was a grassland map from Datong to Liaodong. The expenses would never be in a small number. A businessman was determined to do such a thing, and his mind was no longer comparable to ordinary officials and gentry.

"Okay," Yinding had already brought people to raise a bonfire, and a seductive fragrance came from afar. The whole yellow sheep was roasted on the iron rack. Yinding shouted: "You Han people are really stupid. If you don't eat meat, just draw any pictures."

Zhang Han smiled and stepped forward. Everyone followed, and everyone whispered and laughed, forming small circles. At this time, there was no division between the front and back teams. About thirty people gathered together and divided into small groups to talk. The time they spent together was short. Ye Busu and the escorts still disliked each other. Sun Jingting and other Lingqiu people were not familiar with the people in Xinpingbao. Wang Anping and others were even far behind. Only Chang Wei was heartless and ran happily on the grassland. The fifteen-year-old boy was already a good businessman when he was at home. He had to learn to be steady when he talked about people. Here, it was also a release of his last bit of nature.

In the crowd, Zhang Han heard a vague laughter like a silver bell. He shook his head. There was not half a woman in the team, including the silver ingot. How could a girl's laughter come?

...

The next morning, everyone continued to rush forward. Zhang Han's team was obviously much more rigorous than the Yinding people. As usual, Duoer and others still acted as sharp whistles and spread out to find a whistle to ensure safety. Yinding people and him were both lazy. He did not have Otok to take him. Finally, there were only twenty subordinates, most of whom did not even have armor, or even did not wear them. Only five or six guards around Yinding were wearing lint armor and iron helmets on their heads, and followed around the Yinding with a lazy expression.

In the words of silver ingots, in addition to the danger of wolves on the grassland, the horse bandits near the Han territory should be more careful, and the more they go east, the more they go, here, that is, when camping at night, be careful of wild wolves attacking, and they need to make the bonfire prosperous. In addition, the heart is almost cold. When camping, the tent should be firm and firm, and you have to carry more fur mattresses, and be careful of the wind to catch a cold. Apart from this, there is nothing to be careful about.

"Look, this is the great Qingcheng!" Yinding rode his horse in front of him, whipping and shouting.
Chapter completed!