Zhao Muyun was immediately embarrassed and could only look at Bai Shouren.
"Okay, just pay me the money later." Bai Shouren smiled.
After some bargaining with Bai Shouren, the old Tartar exchanged five pieces of cloth, twenty white porcelain bowls and a bunch of small items for a horse.
Bai Shouren converted all these goods into thirty taels of silver, which meant one horse cost ten taels of silver.
This price is pretty good!
Zhao Muyun accepted it and said that he would give Bai Shouren the money on the way back.
The deal was done and the atmosphere in the tent became harmonious.
The three old Tartars drank several bowls of wine, their faces became rosy, and they became more talkative.
He saw Zhao Muyun staring at the skull on the wall many times, and immediately boasted:
"Little brother, when I was young, I was a famous warrior in the tribe. I was the first one to rush to the top of the city wall and chop off these three heads with my own hands."
"Our King Zhelan personally met with me and rewarded me with a large number of cattle, sheep, and women!"
"Now that I'm old, I can't fight on the battlefield, but I can still serve the king. For this grassland rally, I'm sending my sons and nephews, a total of twenty-one warriors."
"They will surely be able to kill more enemies than I did back then!"
"When they return victorious, the tent will be filled with the heads and thighbones of their enemies."
The old Tartar boasted unscrupulously, and the two Tartars next to him followed suit.
Bai Shouren looked a little embarrassed and could only smile along.
The faces of Zhao Muyun, Wang Tiezhu and Xiaowu became extremely gloomy.
Weren’t the people killed by the old Tartar the soldiers of Dayin?
Now that Beidi and Dayin are at war, the old Tartar has actually sent twenty-one young and strong men to join the battle.
But he was in the tent of the Tartars who had killed his fellow countrymen from Dayin, drinking their kumis, buying their horses, and listening to their boasting!
Zhao Muyun had already formed murderous intentions in his heart at this time. If he had not been on a mission and could not expose himself, he would have stabbed the old Tartar's neck with a three-edged spear.
"Then what is this thing?"
Zhao Muyun suppressed the anger in his heart and pointed at the woman's hair duster on the wall and asked expressionlessly.
"Haha, this is the hair of a woman. It's a pity that she lost her black hair after she died..."
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