Chapter 486 Maodun's True Thoughts (Please vote and subscribe)
[Too sleepy, there is only one chapter today, the rest will be doubled tomorrow, thank you. ]
Maodun is a person who likes to enjoy life, and it is not without basis. This is not only reflected in his woolen tent, but also in the iron pot in his tent, and even a flat table. Of course, the caravan of the Han tribe could not have transported a table from a long distance. It was just a piece of wood unloaded from a broken car. Put something underneath and get a piece of linen as a tablecloth, and a warm and unique table was ready.
The decoration on the table was still very luxurious. First of all, there were two small daggers, with handles made of deer antlers and blades made of fine steel. These were all allocated within the Han tribe, but Maodun also spent a lot of money to get two.
Secondly, there were various ceramic tableware. Unlike the most ordinary large bowls, the table was filled with some painted porcelain with hand-painted patterns. In this era of cultural scarcity, a set of such bowls, pots, plates, and dishes was enough to amaze people.
But these are nothing. On the whole table, Maodun's favorite thing is the fist-sized jar.
"Come, try the good stuff I exchanged from the Han tribe." Maodun warmly entertained the oxtail.
While he was talking, several women came in with a large porcelain basin, one carrying a large piece of cooked mutton, and also a roasted black and red lamb leg, and a pot of freshly heated milk.
But just after the women divided the meat, Maodun was very stingy and poured some red powder from the covered jar into the plate, then dipped the mutton in the powder, and put it into his mouth.
I saw that the guy's eyebrows were tangled together, and then his face turned red. In the end, he couldn't help but drink another sip of milk to press it down, then he let out a long sigh and showed a satisfied expression, and then looked at the oxtail with a slightly provocative and proud expression.
Looking at Maodun's expression, to be honest, Niuwei didn't want to try the bright red powder. The taste of these grassland people has always been weird, and they really can't eat the same pot as the big bastards of the Xin tribe. But after all, this is what the leader asked him to eat, and the other party has demonstrated that it is not poisonous. In addition, Maodun said that this is a good thing exchanged from the Han tribe. Finally, under the double temptation of politeness and curiosity, Niuwei still tried it.
The steaming hand-pulled mutton was dipped in bright red chili powder. The moment it entered his mouth, Niuwei felt as uncomfortable as eating a piece of red-hot carbon, but he couldn't spit it out in front of the owner, so he could only blush and force himself to eat it.
What he didn't expect was that this unknown seasoning tasted more and more fragrant when eaten with mutton. Although the spicy taste stimulated him a little uncomfortable, after eating the first bite, his hand couldn't help but take another piece of meat and reach into the chili powder.
"Hahaha, what do you think, my friend? You also like this seasoning, right?" Maodun couldn't help laughing at Niuwei's reaction.
After swallowing the second piece of meat and drinking a sip of hot milk to suppress it, Niuwei continued.
"This seasoning tastes too strong, but it tastes good with mutton. Is this something sold by the Han tribe? What's the name of this thing?"
"They say it's called 'chili noodles'. It's a kind of grass that produces fruits. It only produces once a year. It's very rare. It has to be dried and then ground into powder, so it's very expensive. Just this jar costs a sheep.
I also thought they were too expensive at the time, but after eating it once, I liked it just like you today." Maodun also introduced it while eating.
"Chili noodles." Niuwei repeated the Chinese pronunciation of the noun word by word, cursing in his heart.
What are you scolding? As a "businessman", you should naturally scold the Han tribe for being a profiteer.
Since it is something that grows on grass, even if it can only grow once a year, how much you can harvest depends on how much you plant. Saying that it is too little and therefore expensive is just an excuse for the Han tribe to sell it at a high price. What
is even more speechless is that the Han tribe grinds the chili powder into powder before selling it to others, and does not leave a single seed. This is definitely not to let this seasoning plant spread.
Thinking of this, and thinking of the cumin seeds that the former Shang elder "gave" to the Han tribe, Niuwei felt a pain in his balls. If he hadn't given them, maybe the Xin tribe could have made a lot of money like the Han tribe did by selling chili peppers, but the Han tribe now has this thing.
If the Xin tribe also sells cumin at that time, maybe the Han tribe will also jump out to sell it, and even sell it cheaper than them, so that they have no money to make, and then they will sell the chili powder at a high price, and the Xin tribe will have no chance of winning in this regard.
However, Niu Wei did not plan to go back just like that. He had made up his mind not to return until he met the Han tribe.
"Chief Maodun, where did you see the Han tribe last time? Do they come here often? When will they meet again next time?"
"I really don't know. According to their previous activities, they should have set out at the beginning of spring. They should have reached the northernmost part of the grassland by now. They walk and stop from time to time. It will take at least a month to get here." Maodun thought for
a while and said. Niu Wei secretly said it was a pity. On this vast grassland, who knows when they will meet the people of the Han tribe? And they can't wander around randomly, otherwise they will miss the opportunity to meet and it will be bad luck.
However, when Maodun said this, his tone changed. He played with the shiny fine steel dagger in his hand, flipping it up and down with one hand. It was obvious that he had the skill to play with it frequently.
"This is a knife from the Han tribe. They say it's made of steel and is very sharp, but it's also difficult to make, so only their own people have it and they don't want to sell it to other tribes, but I still managed to buy these two.
This iron knife is a good thing. It's not only convenient for cutting meat, but also for cutting people. It's a pity that they don't want to sell it." At this point, Maodun paused and asked the question he had been thinking about for a long time.
"Can't your Xin tribe make something similar?" As he spoke, he knocked on the silver bowl on the table with the knife in his hand.
That was a batch of silver wares specially made by the Xin tribe for business on the grassland. They were used as gifts to make friends with the various tribes on the grassland. I don't know which life it was, but these silver wares have been circulating on the grassland.
Niuwei didn't say anything. He had already guessed what Maodun wanted to say. Sure enough, Maodun spoke again.
"Can your Xin tribe make this kind of iron knife? If your tribe can, I am willing to exchange cattle and sheep with you, and I can also agree to form an alliance with your Xin tribe. As long as you can keep selling us the iron knives we want, I, Maodun, can promise you that from now on I will never let the grassland people harm your caravan again."
(End of this chapter)
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