The pork butcher is smoother than a pig butcher!

Chapter 456 Cloud surge
three days ago.

Prince Surileg, who was appointed as the first heir to the Kashgar Khanate, arrived on horseback with three thousand elite troops.

At the age of 20 (by Chinese reckoning), he married four princesses in the past few years and is also the father of three children.

Compared to when he was sixteen, he finally looks like a mature man.

Surileg looked eastward, a hint of nostalgia flashing in his eyes.

Only he knew how much he missed the woman he had once taken to Shache.

The woman whom Suziller had his eye on seemed to share some of the same tacit understanding with this old friend.

he came.

She is here too.

On the eastern highway.

Half a horse's distance behind Gan Minglan was Chief Gu, who had been promoted to guerrilla general in the mass promotion a few months earlier.

This group of people had been traveling for three days and three nights.

With their destination fast approaching, General Gu was in high spirits and couldn't resist becoming his brothers' mouth mummies:
"General, I heard that Master Qu's mixed grain liquor is ready. It's all from his own distillery. Is it alright for us to have a good drink?"

Men from Northwest China are all good drinkers.

However, the vanguard battalion's military discipline was exceptionally strict.

Even the wine from Ganluchuan was enough to make them thoroughly enjoy themselves.

"Even a lion uses its full strength to hunt a rabbit, let alone us who are here on a mission! Pass down the word that no one is allowed to drink alcohol on this trip! After the mission is completed, you can drink to your heart's content for three days and three nights when you return to Ganluchuan."

General Gan made it clear that the time and place of their leniency were conditional!

General Gu received confirmation, and his face beamed with joy.
"Hehe, my brothers can really drink! We'll drink for three days and three nights until your wallet is completely empty!"

Gan Minglan: "."

You probably don't know enough about my wealth!

Let alone entertaining thousands of people for a few days, it wouldn't be a problem to support tens of millions of people for thirty to fifty years.

With a wave, the group quickened their pace.

More than a thousand horses galloped through the Iri River Valley in autumn, oblivious to the autumnal beauty that resembled an overturned palette.

Three days passed by in a flash.

This year's grand market was held on the most open grassland in the Iri River Valley.

If you were to ask what the focus of the market was, it would undoubtedly be the horse trade.

This is the hometown of Yilima, a man from western Malaysia.

The Akhal-Teke horse undoubtedly tops the list of top horses in Western China.

However, purebred Akhal-Teke horses are extremely rare.

In terms of practicality and universality, Irima, with his handsome appearance, excellent athletic ability and strong endurance, has long held the runner-up position.

As per usual practice.

Prices are most chaotic during the first three days of the market.

Herdsmen who understand the rules of the trade will keep their BMWs hidden away, and won't show them off until the last few days.

Today is the opening day of the market, but there aren't many buyers.

However, Gan Minglan and the others, unaware of the scheme, gladly went.

Disguised as a man, she brought fifty people, including Lu Ye, Hu Tou, and General Gu, to join in the fun.

Not many buyers came.

But quite a few sellers came.

The outermost edge of the market is surrounded by two concentric circles.

The place was bustling with noise and very lively.

General Gu chuckled and had several of his subordinates break through the first encirclement and squeeze in.

All you can see is this circle.

A middle-aged herdsman in his thirties was enthusiastically introducing a magnificent horse to everyone, its coat jet black and glossy, with clearly defined muscle lines.

"My dog ​​Lightning just turned five years old this year. Its father is a descendant of Akhal-Teke and Ili horses, and its mother is a purebred Ili horse. Lightning has both its father's speed and its mother's endurance. After it turned four, it became a champion in our tribe's horse racing track."

As he praised it, he gently stroked the mane on the horse's neck.

The horse raised its head and neighed, responding to its master's praise.

The onlookers were mostly herders. They whispered among themselves, discussing the value of the precious horse named Lightning.
The reed leaves and tiger head imitate each other.

They flanked Gan Minglan from the left and right, squeezing into the second encirclement.

"Oh! Master, we've come to the right place!" Tiger Head exclaimed softly.

All three of them turned their gaze to the crimson-red, long-limbed Akhal-Teke horse in the encirclement, its eyes radiating an untamed wildness.

Yes.

Gan Minglan recognized it at a glance: it was an Akhal-Teke horse.

It's the same breed as the BMWs we stole before.

The horse's owner was a down-on-his-luck tribal chief.

This small tribe has no arable land, and the snow disasters of the past few years have led to a sharp decline in the tribe's livestock, making their lives very difficult.

Today, I plan to sell the most valuable horse in the tribe and then purchase winter supplies.

The old chief's tone carried a hint of twilight, and his voice was somewhat hoarse:

"Friends, this is Chi Yan, a purebred Akhal-Teke horse."

After saying this, he gently tugged on the reins.

Chi Yan probably knew he was about to be sold, and he was in low spirits.

It merely shook its neck and, at its owner's prompting, impatiently took a few steps.

The supplies needed to help the tribe's more than 300 people get through the winter still fall on its shoulders.

The old leader hardened his heart and continued to introduce the story to those around him:
"Chiyan is just four years old this year. It once set a record of running 150 li in half an hour and continuing to run at that speed for two hours."

"Wow"

This speed!

That stamina!

How else should I introduce it?

Among the onlookers, some couldn't wait to raise the price loudly.

"Old man, I'm willing to pay two hundred gold coins for your Crimson Flame!"

"My friend, you are truly generous! How can you offer such a purebred Akhal-Teke horse for a mere two hundred taels of gold? I am different; I am willing to offer two hundred and fifty taels!"

"Two hundred and eighty taels!"

"Three hundred taels! Let's see who dares to compete with me!"

"Hehe, old man, look at me. I am a Black Hat Khoja disciple from Shache. I am willing to pay the high price of five hundred taels of gold for your beloved horse."

The onlookers who were just bidding: "."

Five hundred taels of gold!

Is it too much?

For a purebred Akhal-Teke horse, that's really not much.

But if you reveal your identity as a Black Hat and a follower of the Zhuo Cult, how will those around you react?

The old leader swallowed hard, his heart pounding.

Five hundred taels of gold was far from what he had expected.

He opened his mouth, his eyes scanning the crowd.

Those who had been bidding earlier all backed out.

Suddenly, a boy's voice rang out.

His Uyghur was not fluent, but his quotes were very clear.

"Six hundred taels of gold!"

All eyes in the encirclement were focused on the young man dressed in Han Chinese clothing.

Han Chinese? In the Ili River Valley, that's the symbol of mobile currency!
The old leader had clearly heard of the Kansai Trading Company.

A faint smile finally appeared on his face.

The reason he brought his prized BMW on the first day of the market was to attract these Han Chinese.

But before the old leader's smile could fade, the arrogant He Mao and Zhuo followers, who had just been looking down on everyone, shouted in a stern voice:

"You unruly brat, where did you come from?"

(End of this chapter)