Murong Xigu was really happy and would not regret it once he agreed. He immediately reconciled a nobleman in the account and said, "Go and arrest all the heads and scrutiny. Don't treat them as prisoners, but treat them like salt. You must not make any mistakes."

The nobleman agreed loudly, got up and ran out of the tent, spread the news, and the herdsmen outside the tent were filled with joy. As for how to absolutely make Gamuha and the others unable to escape, it was too easy. Whatever is tied up or beaten to death, it was too technical. The people of the Murong tribe always put them in large iron cages and hung them on high poles. Everyone could see the prisoners. If the prisoners wanted to escape, it would be more difficult than climbing to the sky.

Boerchi was so happy that he smiled and said, "Mr. Yang, this business has been negotiated, let's talk about something else! In the words of you generous people, life is just about food and clothing. If you can sell us cloth and food, then we are willing to pay gold. What do you think?"

Yang Ze thought to himself: "You have too much gold now, because you can't spend it. But if you use it to buy things, you will soon feel that it is not enough. Who makes you richer and more generous as you are poorer?"

He said, "Even if you have a sea of ​​gold and silver, you will always have a day of spending all of your money. We have a generous saying, "It is better to teach people how to fish than to teach people how to fish. That is to say, I will sell you cloth and food now, and it is better to teach you how to weave cloth and grow food. Of course, this is a tuition fee. What do you think, are you willing to learn?"

He estimated that the people in the Murong tribe were unwilling to learn it. Weaving and farming are not a secret, but for the nomadic people, these two are too different from their living habits. Otherwise, weaving and farming would have been a long time ago. Why should we buy it with money? It is still impossible to buy it.

Sure enough, Boerchi shook his head and said, "I thank you for your kindness, but we can't learn these two things. We can only shepherd the horses and sheep, and weaving cloth and farming."

Yang Ze had known that he had said this and immediately said, "That's better. I'll buy your wool. You can exchange wool for wine, cloth, etc. The price will be determined according to the market price, so that you can avoid losing."

He paused and said, "In fact, you spend too much money on gold to buy things. Now you can't see anything, because you have a lot of gold, but the business is getting started slowly, and the gold will definitely not be enough, and you will feel that there are too many profiteers in the Central Plains. This will cause conflicts and will not be conducive to long-term cooperation!"

Boer's face turned red. Yang Ze was talking about the candle just now, but Murong Xigu was not satisfied with this answer. Yang Ze was talking about business in the future. It would take a while to realize it, but what he cared about was what he could get immediately. Seeing that Boerchi didn't speak, the Khan had to go on his own.

Murong Xigu said: "Mr. Yang, I heard that you gave Shuluo troops a lot of good wine, so why don't you give us some too? We will also go to the west of the town to pay tribute. How about it?"

Yang Ze nodded immediately and smiled and said, "Okay, what's wrong with this? But there is no too good wine, only the spirits. The number of the first batch of tributes will be done according to the Shuluo tribe. If you and I are satisfied, we will cooperate more in the future!"

Murong Xigu then asked, "When will we go to the west of the town to pay tribute?"

"When will you prepare gold, and when will you go!" Yang Ze said with a smile.

Murong Xigu hurriedly said: "We are ready now. You can go to the west of the town with Lord Yang!"

"Okay, then let's go back together. I don't lack wine!"

As he finished speaking, cheers rang out in the tent, and the nobles were so excited that they were about to sing songs. Murong Xigu was also very satisfied. Seeing that everyone was happy, Boerchi immediately ordered a banquet. After the main talks, he naturally had to have a big meal and celebrate.

The food at the banquet is rich, but it is also simple. Not only is the fat sheep roasted, but even the beef is roasted whole. Large pieces of beef and mutton are served on the plate, and horse milk wine is also put into bags and put on the table. There are no men who don’t like wine, and they don’t even need to drink wine. They hold leather bags and pour the whole bag of wine into their mouths. It’s so generous to eat and drink!

Yang Ze took a sip of the macadamia wine and thought to himself: "No wonder they all want to buy wine in Zhenxi. The macadamia wine is too difficult to drink. The craftsmanship is not good, and the brewing process is too imperfect!"

Fu Bingrong took a few sips of horse milk wine, frowned, and whispered: "I can't catch up with the horse milk wine in Ningbei Road. It seems that they really can't make wine."

Tan Zhengwen laughed softly and said, "I just knew it was hard to drink, so I might as well not drink it!"

Only Hao Weifeng, holding a leather bag in his hand, drank a lot of fun. He has a lot of alcohol and has lived in the west of Zhen for many years. He is used to drinking milk wine. He doesn't care much about the taste and doesn't care so much about it.

The nobles took turns to toast Yang Ze. Yang Ze was not easy to refuse, but he couldn't drink too much because it was too difficult. When others toasted him with a bag, he only took a sip. Although no one forced him to drink, after a few rounds, he got drunk and couldn't resist the toasting too many people!

The banquet continued until the second half of the night, and everyone in the golden tent drank down, and that was the end. Yang Ze was arranged to sleep in a small tent and slept until noon the next day. He was so tired that he could finally relax after all the hard work and tension these days.

While Yang Ze was sleeping soundly, his nose suddenly felt itchy. A sneeze came out. He slowly opened his eyes and heard someone say, "I'm still sleeping, aren't we going back to the west of Zhen?" The person who spoke was Cai Cai.

"Why did you come to my tent? Didn't you see your fourth prince good brother?" Yang Ze got up, feeling his head hurt, and he was always uncomfortable with hangover.

Cai Cai snorted and said, "Oh, I heard that Prince Murong wants to be unfavorable to you. Is it true or false? Why are you two always thinking about fighting like a cockfight?"

Yang Ze waved his hand and said, "Forget it, I don't care about him. He has suffered a little bit of flesh and blood. Maybe he can't get enough face, so he secretly hated me. He is a prince and has a noble status, just like you. If you, the little princess, loses face, he will think about killing people. It's normal. I'm very busy and don't have the time to see him. If you want to see him, go quickly. We will set off today to go back to the west of the town."

Cai Cai blinked her eyes, said nothing, but thought to herself: "If I lose face, I won't want to kill anyone. What's so great about face."

She had never enjoyed the treatment of a princess, so she naturally did not understand the anger of the nobles after losing face. But after Yang Ze said this, she felt that Murong Jun was a little extreme and was a petty person.

Seeing that Caicai didn't move, Yang Ze said again: "Go, let me tell him if you have anything to say today. I think he is very pitiful. People in the tribe don't like him, and even his own close guards don't like him. Go and comfort him and let him not be too sad. Also, say to him, I won't care about him or anything, so let him relax."

He said something very skillful. He didn't say a bad thing about Murong Jun, but he was just saying that he was pitiful, but he was full of hints that Murong Jun was a betrayal of relatives and his relatives didn't like him. His close guard died because of him. Of course, he also implied that Murong Jun was a petty person, but he was generous.

Sure enough, after hearing this, Cai Cai was very hesitant. Her impression of Murong Jun was just that the girl admired the handsome prince, thinking that this handsome prince was good to her and had a bit of a heroic spirit. But in fact, once all kinds of apertures disappeared, she found that the handsome prince was beaten to the ground in reality and was still a small-minded person. No matter what kind of girl she was, she would not be interested in such a person anymore.

Seeing her hesitation, Yang Ze said again: "You go, what are you waiting for?"

Cai Cai’s personality is that the more you don’t let me do anything, the more I will do something. The more you let me do something, then I will not do it. Since she was disgusted with Murong Jun in her heart, of course she refused to listen to Yang Ze’s words.

She said, "It's not too late to see you again in the future. There is no need to go see you today. Hello, you are so nagging. What do I want to do? I need you to teach you!"

"Okay, okay, I don't care, I can't care. I'm too much, it's okay!" Yang Ze called Mu Gen to get in and waited for him to wash. Cai Cai was impatiently waiting for him and went out of the bill.

Seeing that Naicai had left, Mugen whispered: "Master, the little princess doesn't like that shit prince? Why did you provoke me?"

Yang Ze said angrily: "You are farting again. You don't talk. You have a personal look. As soon as you speak, you will smell the same as shit. How could I be so angry? I even advised her to see that prince!"

Seeing Mu Gen still saying something, Yang Ze waved his hand and shouted in a low voice: "Stop talking nonsense, this is not Zhenxi, be careful when speaking, especially when talking about that prince. Okay, go out and work hard. Let's leave today and go back to Zhenxi."

Mu Gen also felt like he was talking too much. He left the tent, but found Murong Xi standing not far away. The eldest prince was looking thoughtful. He was startled and hurried to find Fu Bingrong and the others.

In order to get in touch with Zhenxi, the people of the Murong tribe worked hard to prepare. Not only did they prepare the gold they needed, but Murong Xigu also led a team to lead a thousand cavalrymen and accompanied Yang Ze to return to Zhenxi. The Khan personally took action and gave him a lot of face.

The crowd left Murong's army and rushed to Zhenxi County. The grassland herders had always acted quickly. Although they set out late, they were driven out hundreds of miles until dark.

Yang Ze was secretly surprised at this marching speed. Although Tuluhun was poor, the cavalry came and went like the wind. No wonder Dafang Empire and Tujue Khanate had no choice but to do this. Just talking about the quality of the cavalry, only a few troops in Dafang Empire could compare it with it. If Dafang and Tuluhun really fought, Dafang Empire could win the war, but local battles would probably suffer a great loss!
Chapter completed!