Soldiers Card System

When Fatty Zhao woke up, the white light was already showing outside the tent, and the surrounding fields were quiet.

Today is the first day of the exchange market, Fatty Zhao thought of yesterday's arrangements, got up sensitively, put on his clothes, put on his pockets, and left the camp.

The east was a little white, the guards on patrol had begun to change guards, and the Juma at the gate of the camp had also been pulled away.

The morning dew was heavy, the yellow sand on the ground was wet, and the spears standing on the outer shelf of the tent were all muddy.

Taking a fairly clean waist knife in his hand, Fatty Zhao made a round of inspections in the camp. Seeing that everything was fine, he walked to the entrance of the camp.

Saying hello to the guard guarding the camp gate, Fatty Zhao left the camp and walked to the Hunhe Mutual City which had been demarcated.

In order to ensure the normal operation of the mutual market, the location was chosen on the flat ground two hundred steps outside the big camp. The north side is a river for easy access to water, and the other three sides are flat grasslands, which are suitable for trading.

Fatty Zhao entered the already demarcated exchange, and he saw Zhang Lu, Zhang Lu who was recently promoted to the Viscount.

After the establishment of Jiedu Mansion in Diaoyin, Hunhe Daying was isolated, like the original Tianlan City, a lonely city hanging outside.

However, the second brother did not treat Zhang Lu badly, mentioning him as the chief governor of the Hunhe Daying camp, bringing up 20,000 frontier troops, and returning directly to the command of the Ministry of War.

"The Governor, I checked it all yesterday, and the Department of Border Trade has almost prepared it, so don't worry."

Fatty Zhao greeted him and spoke.

Zhang Lu nodded: "I know, I just can't rest assured, come and have a look again."

"This time it was the prince who acted arbitrarily and promoted the exchange with Tulle. Others can't see the prince's painstaking efforts, so Fatty Zhao can't understand."

"My Han country has fought with Tulle for decades, winning less and losing more. This time the prince brought the power of victory and suppressed Tulle, and then we have the opportunity of this mutual market. The plan is much more convenient."

Fatty Zhao cursed bitterly: "It's a pity that the court officials don't make good shit, and these domestic vendors are useless. Except for the two Shanxi merchants, the rest are all the desks of the Department of Border Trade."

Lu Xiong, a Shanxi merchant, came over and said with a smile: "Du Governor Zhang, General Zhao, I am relieved to see that the two of you value this mutual market so much."

Fatty Zhao glanced at Lu Xiong obliquely, "Why, if we don't take it seriously, your kid will leave the stall."

Lu Xiong smiled and said, "General Zhao is wrong and dare not lie to them. I used to do business with the Tule people, and every time I was worried, I was afraid that the Tule people would be blacked out. The number of times in the hands of the Thule people is also uncountable."

"Although this exchange was opened by the court, if there is no strong army to suppress it, I, Lu, would not dare to stay. Now that the two adults attach such importance to this exchange, I feel relieved."

Zhang Lu sent away Lu Xiong, and while observing, he ordered Fatty Zhao:

"The Tule people are different from us. They are very enthusiastic about the exchange. According to Ding Xiangwei's intelligence, there are more than 80 tribes participating in the exchange. If the translation is sufficient, more tribes will come."

"The Thule people are brave and fierce. You have to show me this job of mutual suppression."

Fatty Zhao laughed and said, "The governor can rest assured, I promise not to kill."

Zhang Lu smiled, did not speak, and the two followed each other. When they arrived at the back door, they saw the Thule man who was stopped by the horse and the gate.

Outside the mutual city, there were crowds of Thule people, pulling cows and sheep, carrying baskets and bags, and all kinds of lively scenes.

Fatty Zhao's face was full of triumph, "There are still a lot of people in Tulle, and my second brother's strategy really won't be a problem."

Zhang Lu also squinted his eyes: "The prince can't be wrong, so he went to the three provinces, his head was muddled, and he couldn't recognize the reality. He always thought that the prince could not do it, and obstructed it, because he was his majesty for the country. It’s all going backwards."

It was bright, and officials from the Department of Border Trade arrived. The person who presided over the exchange was a principal named Korean, from Bapin.

Seeing Zhang Lu in Korean, he hurried over to see him.

"The subordinates have seen the chief governor, and have seen General Zhao, the Tule people are barbaric, and the mutual safety of each other depends on the two adults."

Zhang Lu smiled and said, "The responsibility is, Master Han is not welcome, the exchange is the place that the prince values, the official position of Master Han is small, but the future of the prince will be limitless."

Korean also laughed: "Thank you for your suggestion. I didn't know the significance of this matter before. I thought it was sent here. I was discouraged. I missed the prince's event."

Zhang Lu waved his hand: "If you know, go ahead."

The back door opened wide, and the merchants of Thule rushed in. The scene was out of control for a while. The guards on duty at the door were all squeezed in a mess, the gate pillars were squeezed and deformed, and the merchants who were squeezed out screamed while holding the lamb.

Fatty Zhao raised his hand, his waist knife was pulled out, and he stood in the way: "Where are the guards on duty?"

In an instant, more than a dozen guards came from all around, standing behind Zhao Fatty, drew out his waist swords together, and pointed them at a crowd of Thule people who were crazy.

Fatty Zhao screamed: "Stop for me. This is the important place of the Han country. If you don't want to move your head, please come in slowly for me."

The steel knife was sharp, and the sharp blade gleamed with a ray of red light, and Merchant Thule instantly calmed down.

The Han army had just defeated the Thule coalition army, and the tribal army suffered heavy casualties. Most of these people were tribal people. Naturally knowing the notoriety of the Han army, they stopped one by one and walked slowly forward with their packages.

"I want to exchange the lamb for a pot, the pot at home has leaked for a few days."

"I exchanged a cow for a pot, and my pot leaked. It's too sad to have no pot."

"I want to sell horses. There are fifty horses in the house, and the pot is almost impossible to open."

"I have a bag of copper, so I can change a bag of salt. The tribe hasn't had salt for a while, and I don't have the energy to work."

For a while, there were voices of buying and selling in the exchange market.

Korean led a group of small officials who were engaged in talking with each other, rushing back and forth, instructing the Tule people to pay to rent a booth and determine the value of the exchange, all kinds of busy.

The sun gradually heated up, Zhang Lu stood in the shade of a tree, looking up at the sky, the sky was full of white clouds, the blue sky was high, and the hot wind was blowing in, as if the enthusiasm in the city was rising.

Near noon, Korean came over to discuss the situation with Zhang Lu.

"Up to now, the Border Trade Department has sold more than 800 iron pots, 600 sachets of salt, 3,200 cattle and sheep, 78 horses, and the profit is huge."

Zhang Lu nodded, and instructed the master book next to him to copy the detailed information and read it in Korean.

Read it again in Korean: "No problem."

Zhang Lu nodded: "Come on, 800 li in a hurry, send it to the capital, and pass it to the prince. In order to wait for the exchange to open, the prince has delayed the day of going south. You can't delay the prince's plan because of the exchange."

Fatty Zhao glanced at the South: "Capital Governor, did Tang Qin in the South use soldiers against my Han country again?"

Zhang Lu sneered: "Although it doesn't exist now, there will be sooner or later, huh, Zuo Guangping is not a weapon, and he can't stop Qiang Tang from speaking. He still has the heart to support his own soldiers. I really don't know how to write dead words."