After saying this, he looked at Dalhan and the two girls behind him and said, "Even if you have money, there's no need to rush to buy clothes. They will be given to you after you enter the castle."

"Thank you, General." Dalhan bowed his hands in thanks and said with a smile, "I'm not buying clothes. I want to see other practical things."

The Ming army soldiers nodded, and when they heard the officers giving orders not far away, they hurried over to get their number plates, and then returned to distribute them to the Han people.

According to the rules of the horse market, the Ming army was responsible for maintaining order and Mongolians were not allowed to bring weapons into the market. Therefore, these Han people were very safe in the market.

Dalhan looked at the big sign and asked the interpreter in the market. After learning the rules, he took Hailanzhu and Bumbutai to the big tent at the dividing line of the market and took out a piece of gold to exchange for a small bag of silver coins.

"It's shameful that they are so servile and eager to do business with the Ming people." Bumbutai seemed to be dissatisfied with the behavior of the Mongols and said with a pout.

Hailanzhu didn't say anything, but Dalhan said, "There's nothing we can do about it. The clothes we wear and the iron pots we use to cook rice and meat can only be traded from the Ming people."

"There are so many people here, so talk less and don't keep talking about other people." Hai Lanzhu warned calmly, "Let's go and quickly gather to register."

Several Ming soldiers came towards them with an interpreter, their eyes fixed on the horses brought by the Mongols, and passed by Dalhan and his two companions.

Dalhan and his two companions, holding their number plates, walked through the barrier in the middle of the market and came to the Han merchants' side. They were quickly attracted by the wide variety of goods there.

Gorgeous silk, exquisite cloth, dark iron pots, rouge and lipstick, the aroma of fine wine...

Dalhan sniffed, his eyes lit up, and looking at the price tags of various drinks, he couldn't help but walk over.

"Sister, why do you need a silver coin? Do you want to buy something?" Bumbutai asked curiously.

Hailanzhu lowered her eyes, paused for a moment, and then answered in a low voice: "There is a portrait of the Dog Emperor on it. How can I find it if I don't recognize him?"

Bumbutai suddenly realized and lowered her voice and said, "Then I want one too. I'll remember it clearly and recognize it at a glance."

Hailanzhu gave a bitter smile, knowing that her sister was too naive. She looked up and saw Dalhan walking back with a bottle of wine. She didn't want to say anything more, so she shut up.

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