Lord Moyu was forced to open

Chapter 267

"Hey! Karke, I'm here to drink with you!"

In a Tatar tribe, Aker, who hadn't seen his friend for a long time, came to his friend's tribe with spirits.

They are friends who have known each other since they were young. The tribes of both sides used to belong to the same big tribe. Later, due to conflicts at the upper level, they were divided into two tribes, and the relationship was very rigid.

Unexpectedly, during the second generation of Khans, the two tribes who had a rigid relationship became closer again, because the relationship between the two cousins ​​Khans was much closer than that of their parents.

So whether it was migration or something, the two tribes were not far apart.

Most of the herdsmen in the tribes on both sides are relatives, and they move around diligently.

It is a famous twin tribe among medium-sized tribes.

Karke, who had just finished brushing the horses at home, came out with a smile when he heard his friend's voice, and asked in surprise, "Drink? Kumiss? I'll pour it for you right now!"

But Aker directly stepped forward and grabbed Karke who was about to get the kumiss, and said, "Hey! What kind of kumiss to drink, I'll give you something delicious!"

As he said that, Akeer mysteriously took out a one-jin wine jar from his arms, and shook it triumphantly in front of his friend.

"Look! This is Song wine, it's still strong wine, it's very refreshing to drink! I used a war horse to get 25 catties from Khan!

This is a good thing! "

The moment he saw the wine jar, Kalk's eyes widened instantly!
Immediately afterwards, he suddenly broke away from his friend's hand, rushed into his tent, and took out an identical wine jar not long after!
Aker's eyes widened when he saw the wine jar, and then the two asked each other in unison: "Are there any Tatars from your tribe who have taken refuge in the Song Dynasty?"

After hearing each other's question, both of them got the answer they wanted at the same time, looked at each other, and then burst out laughing.

The two good friends walked into the yurt with their arms around each other's necks and smiled.

When they sat down to drink, the two of them communicated and found out that those naturalized Tatar merchants had not only visited their own tribe, but also went to other tribes.

The wine and tea are also exchanged for war horses, and then they use the war horses to exchange these items with the Khan.

It's just that the two of them were surprised by the exchange. On Aker's side, he can only exchange 25 catties of spirits for a horse.

On the Kalk side, a horse can be exchanged for 27 catties of spirits.

Is it because those Tatar merchants sell at different prices in different places?

Immediately afterwards, the two shook their heads again. Impossible, the two tribes are so close together, unless those Tatar businessmen don't want to do business in the future.

Otherwise, they would never make such a distinction.

But the prices between the two parties are indeed different, so what is going on?
After thinking about it, Kalk suddenly slapped the table and shouted, "Aker, I know, I know why the prices are different in our two tribes!"

But when Aker looked at him, Kalker didn't speak, but just pointed upwards, and Aker instantly understood what he meant.

Sighing and shaking his head, he took another big gulp of wine.

Both parties understand that the price of wine exchanged by the upper class must be different from theirs, but the price must be the same when buying.

Now there is only one result that can lead to the current result. When they exchanged with the upper class, the upper class made a difference in the price, and the difference in what they paid was only whether the upper class had a larger or smaller price difference.

It's just that this kind of thing has almost become the default unspoken rule, unless they themselves make transactions with those merchants, and as long as those transactions are unified by the upper level, the upper level will definitely earn the difference.

This is the default unspoken rule. Although everyone feels uncomfortable, they will not say anything.

After figuring out the reason, the two of them immediately put the matter behind them, and they couldn't change these things, so why were they thinking so much, now they were sober after drinking.

The catty of spirits that Akeer brought was quickly consumed, but luckily Kalker also had them, so he continued to drink.

Drinking and drinking, no matter what nationality the man is, he likes to talk about the international situation after drinking too much.

This is the case with Kalk and Aker.

Akeel, who was drunk and drunk, hugged a wine jar, hiccupped and said, "Hi~ Kalk, have you heard that the royal court will organize people to attack the south this autumn.

At that time, it is estimated that there will be conscription again. Are you going? "

Karke was also drunk, half leaning on the wooden table beside him, propped up his body, breathed out the alcohol and waved his hands: "Who wants to go, it's a war, and people will die!

No need. Who wants to go?do you want? "

"Hehehehe, hiccup~ I don't want to! Hehe..."

Aker answered this question with a smirk, and couldn't help hiccupping a few more times.

"That's it, hiccup~

In the past, there was no way to fight a war. If you don’t fight, you can’t survive. Now you see, there is also wine and tea. I also heard that hiccup~

Those merchants seem to have let go of the food and salt, and just want to promise something from above.

At that time, we will not have to worry about food and clothing, as long as we can get these things in exchange for good grazing every year, then why do we need to fight with others?

Wouldn't it be good to live a good life?hiccup~"

Akeer nodded immediately after hearing the words: "Karke, you are right! Hiccup~ who wants to fight!
The Karapu next door to me was fighting with the Da Yuezhi last year, and I witnessed the head of the eldest brother being severely cut off by the Da Yuezhi!
If there is no way, who wants to fight?
Aren't those upper class people forcing us to go for their own benefit?
We obviously just finished fighting the Da Yue Clan last year, and now we just came here and didn’t even stand firm, so we were suddenly asked to continue fighting. Then we went to fight, who will keep the sheep at home?Who will release the cattle?Who will let the horse go?
If he died on the battlefield, wouldn't it all belong to someone else?
Will those upper classes control us when we are hungry?
It's not that they don't have to worry about eating and drinking by themselves, they care about our life and death, and these bastards don't care about our losses!
I don't want to fight!
At least in the current situation, I don't want to fight since I see a good life ahead!

Did you see those Tatar merchants, the equipment on their bodies, the bows and arrows, the arrows, and the scimitars are all made of iron!

As for us, most of them are still made of bone, so how can we fight?
As mentioned above, those southerners are very easy to fight, and they will be overwhelmed as soon as they charge!
Then why didn't they let their own guards go first? Why didn't the original Tatar tribes in the southern grassland disappear? Don't we know?

The southerners here dare to make a deal with us even though they know that we are going to attack them in autumn, which shows that they are not afraid of us at all!
If there is a fight, who knows whether to win or lose.

It's not that I can't live anymore, am I stupid if I want to fight this kind of life with others? "

The more Acker talked, the more angry he became, and the more he spoke, the more he complained about the upper management, and his voice became louder and louder, so Kalk hurriedly stopped him.

"Keep your voice down, do you want to die? Even if you don't want to, so what? You can't just listen to them honestly.

If I really want you to go, can you still refuse? "

"This group of damned gangsters (garbage containers), they should really be given death by Changshengtian! Just know that we will use our lives to fight for their interests!"

"Ugh!"

"Ugh!"

gurgling gurgling...

Two long sighs sounded in the yurt, and there was another sound of gulping wine in the yurt.

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(End of this chapter)