Cai Cai decided not to meet Murong Jun. Once this decision was made, she immediately felt that Murong Jun was not that important. Of course, this feeling was just in her heart, vague and unclear. She had not really figured it out yet. It turned out that Yang Ze's position in her heart had surpassed Murong Jun a long time ago.

Yang Ze and Murong Xigu entered the gold tent together. He looked at the gold tent first. It was not as big as expected. It was not the kind of tent that could sit at a hundred or eighty people. At most, it could sit for thirty or forty people. It was quite crowded. However, the decoration inside was really luxurious. There were gold inlaid everywhere, and the tent was shining with gold. Although these decorations were rough and none of them were exquisite, just looking at the amount of gold, I was afraid that there would be tens of thousands of taels. This tent was called a gold tent, which was really not wrong.

After the guest and the host took their seats, Murong Xigu clapped his hands with great tyranny and ordered the maid, "A distinguished guest is here in the distance. Why don't you light up our candles as thick as your arms to illuminate the guests."

The maids quickly agreed, and several people took action together, lifted a floor-to-ceiling candlestick from the corner, with more than a dozen thick butter waxes on it, which were as thick as children's arms. After igniting the butter waxes, the room immediately became brighter.

Murong Xigu said proudly: "Mr. Yang, these big butter waxes were bought from you generously. They are all royal products. They are not bought by roots, but by weight. One or two waxes cost one or two gold. Even though you are generous and rich, you may not be able to afford this big wax. If you smell them, this candle is still fragrant!"

Yang Ze thought to himself: "This is just an ordinary candle with spices. Make it thicker, buy one or two candles with one or two gold. What a big head, how unfair it is to be slaughtered. According to his words, he is still reluctant to use it!"

After smiling, Yang Ze nodded and said, "Yes, this kind of big butter wax is indeed rare in my Central Plains. It also uses spices, which is indeed a rare treasure." Then, he wrinkled his nose and said, "It's just a bit of smoke. When I was in Chang'an, I often went to the palace to pay homage to my emperor. I also saw candles used in the palace, but there were not so many cigarettes."

What he meant is that the so-called butter wax you bought at a sky-high price is a fake. If you were fooled, you were a sucker!

Murong Xigu didn't understand much. He couldn't hear the sarcasm in Yang Ze's words. He nodded and said, "Yes, the smoke is a bit big. But it's not as big as firewood." He admitted this very clearly.

At this time, Boerchi came in. He said a few words from Murong Jun outside, delaying a little time. After entering the tent, he happened to hear the conversation between Yang Ze and Murong Xigu, but he could hear what it meant.

Boerchi sat at Murong Xigu's lower head and smiled and said, "Mr. Yang doesn't know that it is inconvenient for me to go to the Central Plains to buy things. The merchants don't come to us very much. These big waxes are the best for you Central Plains merchants, so we bought them at a high price. We believe in the integrity of the Central Plains people, so we don't doubt it. Why, according to Lord Yang's meaning, there is no such thing as a real good candle? Alas, my Khan thought it was a good thing to use to illuminate Lord Yang!"

What he said is that you Zhongyuan people are not honest enough, selling fake goods to us, which makes us spend a lot of money. We are honest. We were deceived by you Zhongyuan people and treat you as a noble guest and treat you with the best things to entertain you.

Yang Ze uh, this wizard is quite powerful. Not only can I understand what I mean, but I can also fight back. He said: "When I was in Chang'an, I had a lot of contact with the people in the prison. If Murong Khan was willing to make gold, I could get a batch of good candles, the price was the same, but it was much better than the ones in front of me!"

The nobles in the tent were very happy. Doesn’t this mean that the Yang County Magistrate was willing to do business with Tuluhun? They didn’t know anything else, but they knew the big candles in the tent. Boerchi secretly bought them from the Central Plains, and was regarded as treasure by King Khan. They would only light them when important guests came and offer treasures for the guests to see. If they could do business in the future, wouldn’t it mean that they could use such good things?

Murong Xigu coughed twice, signaling the nobles to calm down. Seeing that they had never seen the world and had not started to negotiate business, they became excited first. It was so funny.

Boerchi smiled and said, "Mr. Yang, it's easy to talk about Jinzi. Lord Yang, you are a cheerful person. We Tuluhun men are also cheerful. Let's talk about those Tuluhun's Toutu. They are now in our hands. We have asked them. To be honest, they were sent by Tuluhun's National Master. They came to us Tuluhun, just to make us Tuluhun mess up and provoke the melee between our various tribes. It's really a great sin. But Lord Yang seems to want these Tuluhun too. So, do you want to die or live?"

Yang Ze immediately replied: "What are your conditions for living? If you want to die, what are the conditions?" Of course, if he wants to live, he can send it to the capital. This is a great achievement. Of course, if you can't live, then you can do it.

Boerchi looked at Murong Xigu and saw the Khan nodding slightly. He said, "If Lord Yang wants to live, then we need ten thousand thick cloth, ten thousand jars of fine wine, and ten thousand stones of white flour. It is ground white flour, not the kind of wheat."

The nobles in the tent looked at Yang Ze nervously, and even Murong Xigu couldn't help but feel a little nervous. They were just a lion and didn't expect Yang Ze to agree, but what if they agreed, they had heard that the Great Empire was full of beautiful things and all kinds of good things, but not like Tuluhun, who was so poor that he even lost his slag.

Yang Ze thought to himself: "Okay, what you want is food, drink, and clothing. He really has no great ambitions." He shook his head and said: "Then you should tell me that I want to die. What are your conditions!"

Boerchi looked dim. Did he ask for the price too high? The other party was unwilling to pay it back even if he had a bargain. Well, it should be too high. I should open it lower. He thought for a while and said, "If you want to die, then just one thousand thick cloth, one thousand jars of fine wine, and one thousand stones of white flour!"

This number is still too outrageous. The nobles in the tent looked at Boerchi with dissatisfaction. He just raised a high price, but they disagreed. Now they still have a high price. Wouldn't that force them to avoid those tarots? What's the point of keeping those tarots? It's not good to eat or wear if they don't.

Murong Xigu also thought that it would be great if he had discussed it just now. The price of Boerchi was a little higher. I think it would be better if I don’t want cloth and white flour. Just give it a thousand jars... Five hundred jars of wine is almost the same. Even if the other party doesn’t want it, they still have to kill them. Anyway, they are all dead goods. It’s a little bit to be able to get some from them!

Yang Ze frowned, made a thoughtful expression, shook his head, and said, "Forget it, you should keep those heads, you should keep them yourself. They are not ours, and we don't have to pay the ransom for them. Besides, the conditions you have made are really too much."

No matter whether it is the court or the state, it is impossible to pay a ransom for it. How could the Dafang Empire pay for the people of the Kujue Khanate? No matter how small it is, it is not possible. So he has to pay this money. There is no need. It would be great to leave these materials to the west of the town, why give it to the Murong tribe!

As expected, the nobles were disappointed. Some people couldn't bear it and thought of reducing the price, but they didn't dare to speak without permission. They all looked at Murong Xigu, their eyes full of anxiety.

Murong Xigu said: "Mr. Yang, then do you think how much should you pay?"

Yang Ze thought for a while and said, "Take those heads alive to me, and then give me one hundred famous horses. I guess it's almost done!"

In an instant, there was a silence in the golden tent. Anyone who could understand the words of Zhongyuan looked at Yang Ze with the eyes of the monster. Is there anything wrong? If you take people from us and ask us to give you a hundred famous horses, are you crazy or are we crazy?

Murong Xigu was furious. Although he was polite to Yang Ze, it did not mean that he was afraid. Now the magistrate of Zhenxi County is obviously spending his time. How can he not be angry? He is a dignified Khan King at least!

Boerchi's face looked ugly, and he said, "Mr. Yang, isn't it a bit too much for you to say this?"

Yang Ze smiled slightly and said, "One hundred famous horses is a little more, but I can give you 10,000 kilograms of good salt. How about it? If you change to a famous horse with a hundred kilograms of good salt, you won't lose money in this business!"

When he talked about the word "no loss", he couldn't help but blush. Tuluhun had salt mines, but it produced bitter salt, which was poisonous and could not be eaten. However, he knew how to purify it and turned poisonous salt into edible salt, which could almost be said to be a lack of capital transaction.

There was a sound of air pumping in the tent, and the nobles were shocked. Salt, this is something that the Dafang Empire absolutely forbids to trade with Tuluhun. When they made the terms just now, they didn't dare to mention it. Now the magistrate Yang is willing to give them salt. Is this true?

Boerchi screamed and said anxiously: "So that is to use a hundred famous horses and those heads to exchange for salt. Can Lord Yang guarantee that he will hand the salt to us, will he not regret it?"

Yang Ze nodded and said, "It can be guaranteed that there is nothing difficult." He planned to sell his tea bricks.

Boerchi said again: "It's the kind of salt that is not bitter. It won't cause diarrhea or purple all over the body after eating it, right?"

Yang Ze smiled and said, "Isn't this nonsense? I'm talking about salt, that kind of white and delicate salt, not poisonous salt."

The nobles were overjoyed, and Murong Xigu also had a smile on his face. There were tens of thousands of people in the tribe, and the salt consumption was very high. Private salt dealers could not always come, and they could not bring much salt when they came. The tribe was so scarce that it was almost dead. If they could get ten thousand kilograms of fine salt, not to mention one hundred famous horses, even two hundred, they would agree immediately.

Murong Xigu shouted: "When the deal is completed, we will give us salt, whenever we want, we will give us salt, and the other hand, and we will never regret it!" As he said that, he stretched out his hand, spitted into the palm of his hand, and signaled to Yang Ze to high-five.
Chapter completed!