Damn it, I'm in the garbage book I wrote

Chapter 108: Their Northern Expedition, what does it have to do with me, a businessman?
The tribal army marched northwards. As the saying goes, once the arrow is shot, there is no turning back. Some things cannot be stopped once they are started.

Xia Lin? What does Xia Lin have to do with him? He is just a businessman who is dragged along by the herdsmen. He is pitiful, weak and helpless. He does nothing except constantly collecting supplies and following the herdsmen to exchange things with them. He usually just sits in the carriage, eats hot pot and sings songs, and then exchanges some props with his herdsmen friends.

Xia Lin is a traveling merchant. Is it easy for him to do business in such freezing weather?
As for the chief's golden knife, it was a gift from a friend from the grassland to the Han people. As for the chief's dog head, it was a gift from a friend from the grassland to the Han people. The grassland and the Central Plains are both of the same generation, so what's wrong with giving something to a brother? Which law prohibits giving gifts to friends?
As for the Han brothers who see their friends on the grassland always getting lost and give directions to others, what's wrong with that? Which of the Confucian and Mencian doctrines, benevolence, righteousness, propriety, and wisdom prohibits giving directions to others?

Some people also ask why the caravan's rotation speed is the same as the herdsmen's advance speed. What can we do? They have families and so much baggage, so isn't it normal for the speed to be slower?

In Yanmen Pass, the generals from the eleven major passes of the entire northern camp were gathered here, waiting anxiously for the spies to report news all day long, and they didn't even dare to close their eyes when they slept at night.

"Report! The grassland tribe has reached 500 miles north of the desert, and is only 280 miles away from the royal court."

"Report! The tribes of the grasslands have successively reached Guyan Mountain and Burhan Mountain, and then attacked the royal court. The royal court fled westward! It has reached the Western Regions and fought with the countries in the Western Regions. It has won consecutive victories, but it has suffered heavy casualties and is not a force to be reckoned with."

"Report! Mobei Tatar cadre Chan Yuguyan, our seventh-rank county magistrate Xia Lin Yulangjuxu picked up a stone and gave it to you. He said it was a souvenir for you."

"Report! Magistrate Xia sent a message saying that he will not be able to come back for the New Year this year. He may not be able to return until the Lantern Festival after the New Year."

More than two months have passed and the New Year is approaching. At this moment, Xia Lin is squatting outside the big tent of the Chanyu royal court in Ulaanbaatar, playing a game of shoveling stones with the children.

He truly witnessed the speed at which this nomadic people advanced in battle. In thirty-seven days, they traveled one thousand seven hundred miles, or more than eight hundred kilometers, all the way north and dragged Xia Lin to Ulaanbaatar.

At this time, the Tang family caravan had already brought out the entire northern freight force, and the nomadic cavalry with logistical support could really be described as terrifying. It was no wonder that the Song Dynasty, which was so powerful back then, could not withstand it. Who could withstand this snowballing method? There were 50,000 people when they set out, and 250,000 people when they reached the royal court. Gao Jia Chanyu didn't react at all. They were still preparing mutton and beef for the winter, and when they woke up in the morning, they found that more than 200,000 troops were approaching.

Then the tribe that brought Xia Lin here proclaimed itself emperor, and Xia Lin became his historical witness.

Now, Xia Lin wants to leave, but they won't let him go. They want to keep Xia Lin, offering him any girl he wants, 20,000 cattle and sheep, and as much land as he wants, but he can't leave.

When asked why he couldn't leave, the new Chanyu said they wanted Xia Lin to stay and teach the children to write and the people to farm, and they didn't want to starve anymore. In fact, they were just playing tricks and didn't want to let Xia Lin leave.

But they were really good to Xia Lin, and he was treated as a distinguished guest. Whenever the new Chanyu held a banquet, he would directly pull Xia Lin to sit next to him, which was equivalent to letting Xia Lin sit on the dragon throne and enjoy the sheep tail oil with him.

Xia Lin almost vomited again...

"You're cheating!" Xia Lin pointed at a child and said, "You hid the stone."

The child put down the stone in his hand with a chuckle, and they continued to play. At this time, the new Chanyu's subordinates came over and bent down to Xia Lin and said, "Han Bodhisattva, Chanyu invites you to come over."

Xia Lin stood up, dusted himself off, and followed him into the Chanyu's tent. He certainly bowed as usual, and the Chanyu warmly invited him to come to his side, pointing to a dusty man below and said, "Brother, take this!"

When he got closer, he found that the person kneeling and tied up looked like a Han Chinese, so Xia Lin asked curiously, "Who is this?"

"You Han people, the Han people who were treated as dogs by the thieves in the past."

"Oh! A traitor." Xia Lin squatted down and lifted up the man's dirty hair and said in Chinese: "Hey, what kind of work are you doing?"

When the man heard the local dialect, he immediately begged: "Please let me go, I have a six-year-old child and an eighty-year-old mother..."

"Stop, organize your words first." Xia Lin patted his head: "Who are you? He said you are a traitor."

"I am Zhang Yang, a border guard from Quanzhou... I was captured and brought to Mobei in the tenth year of Hongbao, and then... and then..."

"Then you became a traitor."

Xia Lin drew out his sword and stabbed him in the heart. His movements were so fast, agile, and precise that even the Khan who had been killing sheep all his life was amazed. "Great Khan, you don't like this kind of thing, and neither do we. Traitors, no one likes them." Xia Lin wiped the scimitar on the man and said, "So you see, Great Khan, if you want to keep me, you want me to be a traitor. I don't like it, and neither do you. Let me go back, and we can still be friends. When we meet in the future, you are not the king and I am not the subject. We can drink from the same bowl and sleep on the same mat. We are friends!"

The new Chanyu listened to Xia Lin's words and let out a long sigh: "We will fight you again. I don't want to see you on the battlefield."

"I don't want to either." Xia Lin walked forward and drank the half bowl of wine in front of the Chanyu. "But if that day comes, friendship will remain friendship, and swords will remain swords. There is no need for men to say more."

"it is good!"

The new Chanyu shouted angrily: "Friendship is friendship, and the sword is the sword!"

As he said this, he slammed his big golden sword, which represented his status as Chanyu, on the table and said, "This is for you! Drink well today, and go home tomorrow."

Xia Lin didn't waste any words and directly took the Chanyu's golden knife into his arms: "Great Khan, remember what I said, this desert is not a barren land. Go northeast and you will find life when you reach the Xing'an Mountains. From now on, there will be a market outside Yanmen Pass, and it will never close!"

After being forcibly retained for more than ten days, Xia Lin was finally released. People probably saw that he didn't want to stay here, so they simply let him go. But before leaving, he saw how much these bastards could drink. They even sang... They sang while the dishes were served. Xia Lin boasted that he could drink a lot, but he slipped onto the blanket before the roasted whole lamb was served on the table, which caused everyone to laugh.

How high was the standard of his reception? Even though he was drunk, and the water resources in this place were actually very precious in such a cold weather, the new Chanyu still arranged for two decent girls to bathe and then lie naked on a leather blanket with Xia Lin to keep him warm with their body temperature.

It’s a pity for Xia Lin... It’s all that damn toast song’s fault. It’s not a toast song at all, it’s a fragment march.

But no matter how regrettable it is, there is nothing that can be done. Even the strongest man can't resist this. The first three bowls of food are served when one enters the tent. Then the eagle spreads its wings and flies, with two bowls hanging on each wing, flapping left and right. The wild wolf on the grassland drags two more bowls, and then a large bowl of roasted goose is served, and another bowl of roasted rat is served.

They also said they had roasted whole lamb, which was totally a lie! Liar!
When the caravan set out the next day, Xia Lin was still unconscious. They carried him to the car. If he hadn't been able to smack his lips, Lao He would have thought he was dead...

However, the harvest of this trading trip was really exaggerated. In the previous winter, no one dared to come to trade, but this time Xia Lin was like the ancient Greek god in charge of collecting scrap. As the nomadic cavalry fought along the way, he collected scrap along the way, and all things that were not food were taken away by him. The exchange of such a large amount of goods not only ensured the logistics of the entire grassland uprising army, but also reduced their baggage load and solved their worries.

It has to be said that this large-scale counterattack by the nomadic tribes was indeed inseparable from Xia Lin, and Xia Lin, the trader, took advantage of this opportunity to make a fortune.

In addition to the animal skins, oils and other supplies he needed, there was also a surprise in the form of gold, a large amount of gold. Food was cheap inside the pass, but the price of transporting it outside the pass was more than ten times higher. People didn't waste time, they knew in their hearts that the logistics costs were definitely not cheap, so these tribes searched for gold while advancing.

Let’s just say, two hundred thousand taels of gold may not be enough, and this does not include other materials.

During this trip, which lasted four months, Xia Lin's net profit was between 1.5 million and 2 million taels. This was only a preliminary estimate, because the value of the gold had not yet been estimated. After all, a lot of the gold was nugget gold and alluvial gold, which had to be further purified after returning.

But conservatively estimated, the profit was around three million taels.

As the saying goes, when a cannon is fired, it's worth a ton of gold. The winner makes money and the loser loses. This truth is eternal. That's why so many people are keen on being war profiteers. Xia Lin made three million taels of gold in one go. Although most of it came from the Tang Family Business, the question is whether this income is exaggerated or not.

Pure profit! Pure profit!
On the way back, Xia Lin didn't wake up until the next morning. He felt like he almost drank himself to death on the grassland. After waking up, his hands and feet began to tremble due to hypoglycemia. After quickly eating a bowl of noodles, he lifted the curtain to look outside, took a deep breath and said, "It's really not easy."

"Yeah, it's not easy." Old He, who was sitting in the front and dressed like a meat dumpling, sighed and said, "Master Xia, you have worked really hard."

"It's normal, nothing. When I was in Afghanistan, I was arrested five times in three days by my fellow countrymen. It's normal, normal."

"Afan is lonely? I have traveled all over the country for so many years, but I have never heard of this place."

"It's okay, I made it up."

Xia Lin lay down on the carriage again and yawned, muttering to himself, "It turns out that what Wang Xuance can do, I can do too..."

(End of this chapter)