Zhao Muyun's face became gloomy whenever he thought of the Tartars burning, killing and looting in Dayin.
"I am your most sincere friend, a caravan from the Bai family of Shuozhou, bringing you the goods of life!"
"Look here, isn't this the cargo you need most?"
Bai Shouren was obviously accustomed to such situations.
He was calm and composed, showing a gentle smile and bowed to the man in the Tartar etiquette.
Then he asked an escort to open the bag on the mule's back, revealing porcelain plates, coarse cloth and large bags of tea.
The leading Tartar was still wary at first, but when he saw the goods in the bag, his expression softened:
"Haha, my friend, since you have brought so many exquisite goods, please stop by our tribe and we will exchange with you."
"Let's go! Welcome to our tribe!"
Bai Shouren responded with a smile, chatting and laughing with the Tartar as they walked side by side.
The rest of the Tartars, young and old, also made way. Three or four young ones rode away on horseback, as if to deliver a message. The rest, accompanied by three mules and horses and Zhao Muyun and his party, rushed to the camp by the lake.
After a while, when Zhao Muyun and his companions arrived at the Tatar camp, dozens of people rushed over from all directions and surrounded the mules and horses of the caravan.
Bai Shouren's three bodyguards calmly took off their bags and spread out the goods in an open space, just like setting up stalls now.
There is a dazzling array of exquisite porcelain, soft cotton, embroidered handkerchiefs and handmade knick-knacks.
These people were immediately attracted by the goods and asked about the prices.
When they see something they like, they take out the sheepskin from their home to exchange for it.
These people are basically women, children and there is not a single young man.
Some Tartar women came over unscrupulously and looked at Wang Tiezhu and Wu Shangzhi, pointing and talking, with excitement in their eyes.
There were even a few Tartar women who, seeing that Zhao Muyun was tall and handsome, approached him and wanted to touch him.
The three of them suddenly felt like monkeys in a zoo, very awkward.
It was not until the old Tartar roared at the women that they reluctantly dispersed to choose the goods.
"My dear friend, please come into the tent and have a sip of our most mellow kumis!"
The old Tartar extended an invitation to Bai Shouren, who smiled and prepared to accept the invitation.
"Tell him there's no need for drinking, we're going to buy some horses!"
It’s not that you can’t ride when drinking, but you can’t drink when riding!
Zhao Muyun was anxious to buy a horse and didn't want to waste time, so he grabbed Bai Shouren and planned to let him talk about buying a horse first.
"Your friend is really disrespectful to us. If you don't come in to drink, then we won't sell our horses!"
The old Tartar's face suddenly darkened!
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