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    In the early morning, Gong Chuxin was awakened by the sound of the north wind.

    The north wind was howling outside and it was bitingly cold, but it was very warm inside the yurt.

    Not only was there a firewood burning in the big pit in the middle, but besides the thick fur mats and quilts, there were two girls from the Zaleng tribe sleeping on one side of Gong Chuxin.

    The prairie girl is warm and generous, she does whatever she is told, and she dares to take the initiative. She has no other shortcomings except that she smells a little bit bigger.

    Although Gong Chuxin is only thirty-five years old, he was almost too tired to move last night.

    Under the attentive service of the two girls, Gong Chuxin finished washing and walked into the yurt of the big leader of Huoquba in a familiar manner.

    It is impossible to have wooden houses and brick houses on the grassland, because the herdsmen are mobile throughout the seasons, and these fixed things are inconvenient.

    ¡°For example, these small tribes will migrate another hundred miles to the southwest in the spring, another hundred miles to the west in the summer, and two hundred miles to the north in the autumn, and then return here to spend the winter.

    They are mobile all year round, so what they need is convenient accommodation tools.

    Over time, this conical yurt model was formed.

    An ordinary yurt is like a room, with a pit dug in the middle and a fire burning. Everyone eats next to the fire, and then when the fire goes out at night, they sleep next to the fire and keep warm.

    If there are some poor families who only own a few cattle and sheep, they will even let the cattle and sheep squeeze into their yurt at night to avoid being frozen to death by the violent storm outside.

    The big leader¡¯s yurt is naturally different from that of ordinary people. The equipment is much more luxurious, and there are soft furs everywhere, making it very comfortable to live in it.

    In fact, the big leader also has a special yurt for discussion. The big one can seat hundreds of people, and the small one can accommodate ten or twenty people.

    Huo Quba¡¯s yurt is not big, but it is more than enough to accommodate a dozen tribal chiefs, plus Gong Chuxin.

    Now everyone has arrived, a group of people gathered in a circle, with a small wooden table in front of them, and steaming milk tea on the table.

    Seeing Gong Chuxin coming over, Huo Quba, who was sitting in the master's seat, started to hold a knife and divide the steaming mutton that the maid took out of the iron pot.

    He would share a piece, and the maid would carry it on a plate and place it on someone else's table.

    The first place on the table is Gong Chuxin¡¯s, a piece of lamb with ribs, exuding fragrant aroma, and delicious without seasoning.

    Gong Chuxin knew their customs, so he picked it up without any courtesy and ate it in big mouthfuls, until his mouth was full of oil.

    The big leaders nearby saw it and smiled and nodded.

    They also started eating and drinking with the lamb that was brought to them.

    People on the grassland don¡¯t like to talk while eating. It¡¯s not until they are full and full, everything on the table is removed, and a cup of thick black hot tea is placed, that it¡¯s time to get down to business.

    Gong Chuxin drank tea and felt that the greasy feeling just now dissipated a lot.

    The lamb on the grassland is indeed delicious, but it is too greasy and there are no vegetables. After eating too much for a few days, I couldn't eat the large size and my stomach was full.

    In this case, if you don¡¯t drink tea, many people will be suffocated to death in the long run.

    Therefore, tea from the Central Plains has always been the best-selling tea on the grasslands.

    "If ironware were sold openly, it might compete with tea for the first place. Unfortunately, no dynasty dared to sell this thing openly.

    Every year, nine out of ten of the money earned from tea in the Central Plains comes from these grassland tribes in the north.

    They can¡¯t grow it and can only rely on buying it. Then it becomes a seller¡¯s market, allowing these businessmen to set prices and exploit them.

    Of course, businessmen don¡¯t dare to go too far, otherwise they will be killed by ¡°masked gangsters¡± and steal goods before they even get home, and they will get nothing.

    Similarly, grassland tribes do not dare to go too far. If every time someone trades with you, they will encounter an accident on the way home. If things continue like this, who else will dare to do business with you?

    Without the Central Plains people to sell various supplies, especially necessities such as tea and grain, the tribe would be finished soon.

    So everyone is looking for a balance in the middle. Only when both parties feel satisfied will life be easier.

    "Manager Gong, you said yesterday that there would be surprise goods. Can you tell us what they are now?"

    &??Ask the maid to bring it to the big leaders.

    "Is this the best salt?"

    The big leader who got the spoon asked as he put the spoon into his mouth.

    ¡°Then he froze, his eyes were shining and he didn¡¯t say anything. His tongue kept spinning in his mouth, and it took him a while before he swallowed it.

    "Caramel?" He stammered, "Why, why is it so sweet?"

    "This is not caramel!" Cheliluo shook his head in denial, "Caramel is not so white, nor is it so sweet, and it is impossible to make such dry particles."

    A group of big leaders have seen too many novel things today, but now they are still like curious babies, staring at Gong Chuxin, hoping that he will explain quickly.

    Gong Chuxin laughed, scooped another spoonful for each of them, watched them stuff it into their mouths without saying a word, and then said: "This is called white sugar, which was also made just now. Its origin is more mysterious and precious. According to me  As far as I know, it seems that only the emperor, the queen mother, and a group of royal families, princes, and princes can enjoy it!

    To tell you the truth, I didn¡¯t taste the delicious taste of white sugar until I came out!  It's a waste to eat it dry. It can be mixed with any food, such as goat's milk, steamed buns, and wild vegetables.  It is also easy to carry, allowing you to take a bite anywhere, and it can replenish energy better than dried meat.  "

    The eyes of the big leaders are getting brighter and brighter, especially the last point he said about replenishing physical strength touched everyone's heart.

    If you encounter a difficult time and have nothing to eat, eating this sugar will really replenish your energy!

    They have tried it in the past and found that eating sweet foods can replenish physical strength and boost spirits faster than eating salty foods.

    You should know that even a short burst of energy can change life and death.

    Especially on the grassland!

    Huo Quba was overjoyed and was about to speak when suddenly the leather curtain outside was suddenly opened, bringing in a blast of cold air.

    "Damn it! This toilet paper is really easy to use, haha, I don't have to worry about my butt bleeding anymore!"

    When the big boss rushed in and yelled, his smile was particularly bright!  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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