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One day.

An interpreter found a red-haired man who was out hunting.

"Do you have any silver? I'll give you my scalp." Hongmao shot a wild boar and peeled off the skin, hoping to sell it to the other party.

For the sake of trade, they can learn the most awkward words.

"Can you speak Portuguese-Red Mao dialect?" the interpreter asked.

"What are you talking about? Wait, I'll find someone."

Three red-haired men came over, and one of them finally communicated smoothly.

Finally they learned that the Tatar Khan had given them one million taels to bribe them.

Several red-haired eyes popped out.

One million taels!

This is simply an incredible price!

They couldn't believe it at all!

Inverted.

We must oppose it, and we must oppose it even if conditions are not created.

But there are 2,000 of them, so each person gets 50 taels.

50 taels is not much.

Because the military pay given by the other party is 40 taels per year.

It's not worth it to betray years of good work just for 50 taels at a time.

Unless it is not given to the people below, but only to a few people like myself.

One hundred thousand taels per person is a lot.
Chapter completed!