Zhao Wen led Zhao Daniu into the market.

Zhao Wen had never sold goods in the Ming Dynasty before and didn't know what the process of selling goods was. So he asked Zhao Daniu to park the cart in a corner and let Zhao Daniu and Wang Qi guard it while he walked around first.

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After walking a few steps, Zhao Wen saw a Tatar pulling several horses arguing with a middle-aged man with a goatee. Zhao Wen became interested for a moment, so he stood there and watched with relish.

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"What are you talking about? Our horses are rare and good horses on the grassland. You only paid twenty taels of silver for each. You are blackmailing. You Ming people are all like this, extremely greedy for money."

A Tatar wearing a tattered fur coat and full of smell was arguing with a middle-aged man in a robe and a goatee, speaking broken Chinese.

Goatee touched the beard on his chin and circled the horses several times.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, the butt is too small, and the horse's hooves are too small." Goatee said, stretching out his hand and pinching the horse's back a few times, and then said: "If there is no fat on the body, it is not a good horse. At best, it is just a draft horse.

No war horses."

When the Tatar saw Goatee slandering his horse in such a way, his face instantly turned cold, and he roared angrily: "You are a wise man, you don't understand what a horse is. I won't sell it to you, I want to leave."

The Tartar said and pulled the horse away.

The goatee squinted his eyes and looked at the Tatar, wondering how he could let him run away with the fat sheep he had obtained.

So he groaned and said to the strong men beside him: "Stop him!"

Several strong men wearing shorts and as tall as an iron tower stood directly in front of the Tatar and said coldly: "You can't leave today!"

The Tatar also had a hot temper. When he saw that he was surrounded by others, he immediately began to curse in Tatar.

"Okay, you are a Tatar, how dare you scold me!" The strong man in the lead should have often dealt with Tatars and knew some Tatar language, otherwise, he would not understand that the Tatar was scolding him.

The strong man stretched out his calloused hands and grabbed the Tatar.

It was also because the Tatar was alone that the goatee became more courageous.

"Hmph, you wise men!" The Tatar snorted coldly, then threw down the horse's reins and rushed towards the leading strong man.

Although this Tatar is not as tall as a strong man, he has lived on the grassland all year round, and his strength is beyond the comparison of ordinary people.

"Bang!"

The strong man in the lead was knocked away by the Tatars and fell to the ground, with blood flowing out of his nose.

"Hit people, beat people, the Tatars are going to kill people!"

The surrounding merchants started shouting as if they were just watching the excitement.

The Tatar stood there with a panicked look on his face and said to everyone around him: "I didn't do it. He did it first, I didn't do it!"

After all, this is Akito's territory, and he is alone now, so he is a little panicked.

Unfortunately, no one listened to his explanation.

Soon, the soldiers guarding the place noticed the commotion here, and ran over with long guns in hand.

"What's going on?" the leading soldier shouted.

"Return to your lord, this Tatar is attacking someone."

"Yes, this Tatar is not a good guy. From what I see, he looks like he wants to kill someone."

The people around him started talking in all directions.

This is not to blame these merchants. After all, the Ming Dynasty had been bullied by the Tatars for many years. Now they found an opportunity to vent their anger. How could everyone miss this great opportunity to add insult to injury?

The soldier looked at the Tatar standing there and whispered: "Is that so?"

The Tatar said with a panicked look: "No, that's not the case."

"No? Then why are you panicking?"

As the soldiers said this, they led their men and horses to surround the Tatars.

"What's going on?"

At this moment, a middle-aged man wearing a melon cap and robe and a strong Tatar man wearing a fur coat came over surrounded by a large group of people.

When the soldier saw this man, he hurriedly walked up to the middle-aged man and said, "Uncle Fan, this Tatar wants to kill someone."

The strong Tatar man next to him looked at the Tatar standing in the center and snorted coldly: "Chagan Bazhi, what are you doing here? What on earth is going on?"

The middle-aged man was Fan Zheng. He stopped, turned around, looked at the strong Tatar man, and said, "Zana Taiji, do you know him?"

Zana nodded and said: "He is a herdsman under my command. He followed me to the stockyards today to buy and sell horses. I don't know how it happened, but he caused a scene in the stockyards."

When Chaganbaz saw Zana approaching, he hurriedly ran to him and started talking in Tatar.

Fan Zheng's expression changed. Although he was from Ming Dynasty, he often did business with the grasslands, so he also understood a lot of Tatar. He also understood a lot of the conversation between Chaganbari and Zana just now.

At this moment, the man with the goatee trotted over and said, "Big shopkeeper, this Tatar doesn't know how to appreciate me. He actually disliked the low price I offered, refused to sell his horse, and even injured our people."

Fan Zheng listened to Goatee's words and instantly understood what was going on.

This is obviously his subordinates who want to take advantage of others and plan to buy and sell by force. Unfortunately, the man from Chaganbari did not want to accept his trick and wanted to leave. And the goatee didn't expect that the duck with his mouth would fly away like this.

He planned to ask his men to stop him.

"Mr. Fan, I need you to give me an explanation!"

Zana turned around and looked at Fan Zheng coldly.

Fan Zheng directly kicked Goatee in the stomach and kicked him directly to the ground. At the same time, he shouted: "Anyone dares to bully a thing without eyes? I think you are an iron bastard."

Weighing weight, you are greedy and not enough. Someone, come and hit me!"

As soon as Fan Zheng finished speaking, several strong men in shorts came out from behind him and beat up their goatees violently.

Goatee kept wailing, "Big shopkeeper, I was wrong, I was wrong, I was blinded by lard, I hope the shopkeeper will spare me..."

Fan Zheng didn't even look at the goatee, and said directly to Zana: "Zana Taiji, look..."

"You are not sincere. Your men have just insulted the descendants of Changshengtian. This cannot be solved with a beating." Zana spat at Xingzi and said.

Fan Zheng looked at Zana with a bitter look on his face and said, "What should we do?"

Zana stretched out two fingers and said: "The grain you sell to us should be 20% cheaper. Otherwise, this matter will never end."

"Twenty percent? This is impossible. This price is already our biggest concession. If it is another 20% cheaper, we will lose money." Fan Zheng exclaimed in shock.

"Haha, you know how much money your Fan family can make from this business. I don't want to say more. If you don't agree, then I will find someone else. I believe there will be many people willing to do it with us.

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"No more than 10%, otherwise we will really lose money."

"One and a half percent!"

"One to two!"

"Okay, deal." Zana smiled, patted Cha Ganbari's shoulder, and said in Tatar: "You did me a big favor today. What reward do you want?"

Chagan Bari said in fear: "I don't dare, I don't dare!"

"Just say what you want, no matter what."

"I don't dare ask for any rewards, I just want to be with Taiji."

"Haha, you are a visionary and aware of current affairs. You will be my bodyguard from now on." Zana laughed twice and said with satisfaction.

Fan Zheng listened to the conversation between the two and wanted to strangle Goatee to death. Unfortunately, the done deal was already done, and even strangling Goatee to death would not help.

"Zana Taiji, we will deliver the five thousand shi of grain to you after we have packed it, which will be in the past few days. You will send someone to receive it when the time comes. Oh, by the way, it's still the same way as before."

Fan Zheng looked at Zana with a bitter look on his face. He directly greeted his eight generations of goatee ancestors in his heart.

Zana laughed and said: "Okay, okay, shopkeeper Fan is busy first, so I'll leave first."

Zana imitated Mingren's behavior, cupped his hands, and then left the market with Chaganbari.

Fan Zheng turned around, looked at the goatee, and scolded: "You are a bastard. I thought you were smart, so I promoted you to be in charge. I didn't expect that I made a mistake. You are just a pig and a big fool."

You almost ruined this pig's business worth tens of thousands of taels. From now on, you should just be a good little boy."

Fan Zheng shook his sleeves, turned around and left.

At this moment, Zhao Wen, who was standing in the crowd watching all this, suddenly said: "Shopkeeper Fan!"

Fan Zheng turned around and saw Zhao Wen at a glance, so he put on a smiling expression, cupped his hands and said, "It turns out to be Brother Zhao."

Zhao Wen squeezed out from the crowd and said: "Shopkeeper Fan, I have a truckload of goods to sell. I don't know who to look for. Let me ask you."

"What kind of goods?"

"A cart of leather and a little Korean ginseng."

"Korean ginseng?" Fan Zheng's eyes lit up. It will soon be the birthday of Fan Yongdou, the head of the Fan family. Fan Zheng has been trying to get him some Korean ginseng as a gift these days. Unfortunately, he doesn't know how to do it recently and keeps buying it.

No. Now when I heard that Zhao Wen was here, I instantly became energetic.

"May I ask where you are now?" Fan Zheng said impatiently.
Chapter completed!