Liaoyang Mansion! The political, economic, cultural and military center of Liaodong, its status is not much different from that of Shenyang in later generations. However, the status of Shenyang in this era is far inferior to that of Liaoyang.

Li Xiao walked into Liaoyang Mansion with a few younger brothers and sisters. Big cities are different. The crowds are bustling and there are vendors everywhere. There are also traders one after another on both sides of the road, and there are more teahouses and restaurants. There are too many to count. This is the first time for several little guys to enter the city, and their eyesight is not strong enough.

Especially Xiaoyu, who was riding on the horse. He clicked left and right with his green-white finger, and a new question popped up before he finished asking one question.

In fact, the only one who could answer the question was Li Xiao. Because two years ago, his father took him to Benxi once. Among his brothers and sisters, he was the only one who had ever entered the city. Li Xiao thought of going to Luoma City first. Sold this war horse.

It is not easy to raise a good war horse these days. First of all, what war horses eat these days is not hay. It is real food. Bean cake is the most common horse feed. , it is said that the war horses of the Tatar nobles ate all rice.

The dry food brought by the children is for people to eat, but they don't love horses as much as the Jurchens. On the road these days, the aggrieved war horses can only regain their instinct of eating grass. The fat on the war horses is shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye. . It’s better to sell this war horse while it has some fat, and it can still be sold at a good price. They can’t afford to raise such a good war horse!

After inquiring, I came to the Mule and Horse Market and found that it was crowded with people. Liaoyang is the commercial center of Liaodong, and the horses sold by the Mongolian Jurchens are traded here. The Liaoyang Mule and Horse Market is known as the largest market in Liaodong. Not only are there countless mule and horse traders To make a fortune here, people from all over the country come to go to the market. On the outskirts of the mule and horse market, there are food stalls, people selling various gadgets, and even entertainers and entertainers.

Xiaoyu begged her brother and watched the monkey play for a while, then took two copper coins from Li Xiao and threw them to the monkey. Seeing the little monkey picking up the copper coins and bowing, the little girl laughed so hard that her teeth were blinded.

Seeing the little sister happy, the brothers also became happy. Since the big changes in the family, it has been a long time since I saw the most doted little sister smile.

"Brother, how many buns does Xiaoyu want to eat?" Xiaoyu's green-white fingers pointed at the bun stall not far away.

"Okay! Brother will take you to eat steamed buns!" A lot of scattered silver was found from the Tatar soldiers. This money is enough for the brothers and sisters to travel to Guanli. They can even rent a shop in a smaller county to work. It's a business or something. My little sister wants to eat steamed buns, so it's not a big deal.

The steamed stuffed buns stuffed with mutton and green onions made his mouth full of oil after taking one bite. Li Hu took one in his left hand and two in his right hand. The fist-sized buns were stuffed into his mouth and he swallowed them without chewing them. He rolled his eyes and started fucking Li Hu. Xiao Xiao handed him the porridge. He drank it in one bite! This guy always puts his life at risk when eating, but he is also the strongest among the brothers. He is only eight years old, but he is as tall as Li Xiao. . His health is not much worse than that of Li Xiao. When his father was alive, he said that this boy was a good cropper.

"Eat slowly, no one will compete with you. Man, one more basket!" Seeing Xiaoyu's mouth watering after eating, Li Xiao smiled and asked for another basket!

"Okay! Wait a minute, sir!" The waiter agreed and went to get the buns.

Li Xiao was engrossed in eating steamed buns when he suddenly heard a commotion not far away. Everyone rushed over there, Li Xiu, Li Hu, and Li Hao also stretched their necks to look.

"Young guest, please don't move around. It won't be too late for you to go and see when the official arrives later!" Lai Baozi reminded in a low voice.

Li Xiao glanced at a few sneaky guys in the crowd who were trying to squeeze into the crowd. He immediately understood that this was a common method used by thieves. To create a little accident and attract a crowd to watch. It is best to attack when there are crowds of people.

.This is a mule and horse market, and there must be a lot of guys carrying a lot of money with them. If one of them doesn't keep an eye on them, there may be something missing from their package.

After looking at the adorable Xiaoyu, Li Xiao felt that it was possible for these guys to work part-time as human traffickers.

"Thank you, brother! Don't move, keep an eye on your sister!" Li Xiao hugged his fists at the guy and quickly reminded his younger brothers.

"It's not easy to go out, so be careful. When the official is here, go and watch the excitement." The waiter saw three or four official officials carrying waist knives, led by a tall and strong police officer, walking towards this side, and signaled

Li Mu can go over now if he wants to watch the fun.

When the official came, the crowd automatically parted to make way for them. Those sly-looking guys also slipped into the alley. Two of them had smiles on their faces, so they probably succeeded. But many people were confused at this time.

While watching the excitement, no one noticed whether there was anything missing in their packages.

Li Xiao followed the official into the center of the crowd and saw two Tatars, led by a man in a green hat, arguing with a simple-looking man. The two Tatars were wearing leather robes and hats. Their hair on the sideburns was combed into

He had pigtails tied up with colorful ropes. One of the guys had a gold hoop on his pigtails, and he looked like a Tatar noble.

At first glance, this Tatar is not a Jurchen, but a Mongolian. Li Mu has lived in Zhurihe for eight years and has long been familiar with the Mongols near the base. Not only is he familiar with their Mongolian robes, but he even knows the Mongolian language.

No problem. The Mongolian robes worn by Mongolians have not changed since the time of Genghis Khan and are very easy to recognize.

"What's going on? Why are you quarreling? This is your stall, you go ahead." The burly detective asked coldly. His voice had a strong nasal sound, and Li Mu dared to conclude that this was a senior rhinitis patient.

The policeman noticed that he was a gangster, and after a quick glance, he looked at something. He also understood a bit in his heart. He probably fooled the two Mongolians in front of him. His friend came with him to find a place.

Because language barriers happen almost every day.

"Master...!" The guy in green clothes and hat was about to speak, but he was stopped by the observation: "Did I ask you to speak? You say it!" The policeman pointed at the man who looked very honest and honest.

The policeman was very dissatisfied with the guy in Tsing Yi and the little hat. The emphasis in the market is on having both money and goods, one is willing to buy and the other is willing to sell. It’s too cheap! Or it’s too expensive! There’s no way to say that.

The kid in front of me turned his elbows outward and actually helped the Mongols smash their own stalls.

The honest middle-aged man was half-crouching on the ground with a helpless look on his face, packing up the kicked-up goods. The things he sold were saddles, and some accessories such as saddlebags. Selling these things in the mule and horse market was not a good idea.

Also suitable for the occasion.

The honest man seemed to know the policeman and shouted: "Ao Dutou! Everyone knows that I am an honest man. I have been doing business here for so many years and I have never deceived anyone. The saddles and trousers I make are the best."

Okay, the ones I used are the best sheepskins. This man insists that my stuff is not good. He has already paid for the stuff, and he insists on asking me to get him another hundred big coins. Can you tell me about the inside of our market?

Is there such a rule?"

"Hey! You're a shady guy. You seem to be honest, but you're actually a bad guy. You don't show your tricks when you're lying. Our leader, Geritu, is a guest of Mr. Yuan Yuan. How dare you lie?

Well, let’s see if I don’t report it to the officials and I’ll arrest you and put you in jail.” The guy in the green hat actually knew Na Dutou when he saw him. He immediately brought up Liaodong Manager Yuan! If you don’t give the Mongolians face, how can you say that Yuan’s

You don’t give me any face either?

"This bitch!"

"Damn it, I thought it was the pre-Yuan Dynasty, when the Mongols could bully the Han people at will. Beat this bastard!"

The idiot's words aroused strong dissatisfaction and boos from the crowd of spectators. The officials wanted to give Mr. Yuan face, but these ordinary people did not need it. I am not an official, the dignified Liaodong Economic Strategy is in charge of dozens of millions of people, so I know

What kind of onion am I?

Some hot-blooded young people have already rolled up their arms and sleeves. In the hearts of the people, these traitors are more hateful than the Tatars! If the officials weren't here, they would have slapped this bastard with a big mouth.

That Aodu brushed away the naughty fingers and said in a cold voice: "I didn't ask you anything, so shut up. If I ask you anything, if you dare to talk nonsense again, I will slap you with a big mouth."

The dog-legged man was dumbfounded when he saw Ao Dutou being so disrespectful. When he mentioned Yuan Jinglue, he was also trying to make a big deal out of tiger skin. In fact, he was not Yuan Jinglue's servant, and he didn't even have a waist card. It was a slap in the face in front of him.

It's all for nothing. Only a great manager wouldn't compete with a little guy!

The crowd around him made accusations, and he was so frightened that he retreated to the two Mongolians. He whispered to the two Mongolians in Mongolian! He also pointed at Aodu's head, which was so embarrassing.

As obscene as it is.

Zhang Laoshi was only focused on cleaning up the things that had been kicked around. It seemed that he was missing a pair of stirrups. It was probably stolen by some thief during the chaos. Zhang Laoshi was so angry that he squatted on the ground and almost burst into tears.

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"Master Ao! I have seen this matter. The workmanship of this honest man is good, and the five hundred bucks for the saddle is considered fair. At that time, the rules in our market were like this when it came to paying off the money. Where can I find the backer?

The principle of accounting, if this is the case, how can we do this business?"

Zhang Laoshi was a dull man, and when the vendors next to him saw that he was silent, they quickly came out to fight against the injustice.

"That's right! Mr. Ao! How can we do this business when everyone is here to look after us? It's against the rules to do this!"

"Yes! Master Ao, this is against the rules."

"With one hand of money and one hand of goods, Zhang Laoshi didn't hold a knife to the Tatar's neck and buy and sell by force."

"Master Ao! Zhang Laoshi is an honest man, you can't be partial!"
Chapter completed!