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After Luo Wujin's forty-three packhorses entered the gate, they did not unload their cargo first.

He stood on North Street and waited for half an hour.

In the past, when entering Bailang Pass, Han Wanshan's men would first select the best pelts, and then Batu's White Fox Cavalry would select them again. If 43 pelts reached the south gate, it would be considered lucky if 20 remained.

No one's coming to steal it now.

Only a few emaciated children were drooling over the milk bricks on the horse's back.

Luo Wujin broke off a piece and handed it over.

The child was not picked up.

"What are you going to give in exchange?"

"It's free."

The child still didn't believe it.

Er Gou had someone scoop a bowl of meat porridge from the big pot and put it in his hands. The child grabbed the porridge and ran off, but left the milk brick on the horse's back.

As Luo Wujin watched his retreating figure, he suddenly untied the ropes of all forty-three horses.

"discharge!"

More than 700 sheepskins, 80 wolf pelts, 300 milk bricks, 20 bundles of northern herbs, and 11 bags of blue salt that can only be produced on the grasslands were all laid out on North Street.

Su Wan also opened the granary door.

There was no small measure, no hidden weight.

A whole sheepskin can be exchanged for two bags of wheat and beans; three bricks of milk can be exchanged for a bag of white rice; Lin Qinghe will pick the herbs first, and the rest can be exchanged for salt and cloth. Wolf pelts are the best, one of which can be exchanged for a new knife and five catties of rice.

Luo Wujin personally changed the first skin.

After filling the rice bag, he deliberately reached in and pressed it further in. The rice was already at the top of the bag; if he pushed any more in, it would spill out.

"Really that much?"

"If you think there's too much, you can return it," Su Wan said.

Luo Wujin hugged the rice bag.

"It won't fall."

North Street quickly became crowded with people.

The old guard of Wugu traded hides for rice, the women of Bailang Pass traded cloth for milk bricks, and the furnace workers eyed the deer tendons used to package goods in the northern medicinal herbs. After being dried, the deer tendons could be used to make bowstrings, and a bundle of old straw rope could be exchanged for a small handful.

Luo Wujin originally thought he had been taken advantage of.

When he saw the stoker using deer sinew to replace the strings on the captured bone bows, he immediately opened up the empty cargo packages and sold them as well. He even exchanged the cow sinew bundles of hides for two blocks of salt.

Nothing inside the pass is idle.

In the morning, the bicycle bell rang again at the South Gate.

Xu Wandou arrived with fifty-six grain carts.

Upon hearing that Han Wanshan had died in Yanmaji, he immediately loaded all the rice and wheat he could gather onto the carts. Accompanying him were fourteen carts of cotton cloth, nine carts of medicinal herbs, six carts of ironware, and more than two hundred sheep.

When goods from the south arrive, the prices of goods from the north immediately rise.

A wolf pelt can be exchanged for five catties of rice in North Street, and then taken to South Street to be exchanged for a whole bolt of cotton cloth from a cloth merchant. The cloth merchant can then use the wolf pelt to trade for a horse from the North, and everyone makes a profit in the process.

In the past, Han Wanshan and Batu were stuck in the middle, and all the benefits went only to their two warehouses.

Now all three streets are open for business simultaneously.

The people of Bailang Pass no longer rely solely on grain distribution.

Women who could sew leather sat on the street taking jobs, exchanging a vest lining for three catties of rice; a man with a broken leg sat at his door sharpening a knife, charging two copper coins for each knife; children fed horses for caravans, receiving a milk brick each morning and evening.

The women released from the North Courtyard also moved out of the Han family house.

Some people took the old bedding to open inns, some people tore up Madam Han's clothes into pieces to sell, and a dozen or so people followed Su Wan to set up a new tea stall next to the granary.

The woman who had been taken away by Han Wanshan for three years cut Han's fox fur coat into twenty pieces for the brim of the hat.

The first piece was sewn onto my father's old hat.

The remaining nineteen pieces were all exchanged for rice.

The old man sat in front of the tea stall, touching the brim of his hat and smiling.

Su Wan did not guard the silver box.

She led her men to push seven silver carts from the inner fortress into the street. Those who needed wood for repairs could buy it themselves with silver; those whose families had died in battle received priority; and those willing to give up their empty houses to merchants could also receive it.

Once the silver fell into the hands of the common people, it immediately went into cloth carts, grain carts, and ironware shops.

Xu Wandou originally planned to leave after selling all the grain, but in the end he left all fifty-six carts inside the pass.

"We'll return once the goods from the north are fully loaded."

Luo Wujin didn't leave either.

"Wait until I collect another hundred pieces of leather."

Two businessmen who had never met before were drinking together by the same large pot, and had already agreed on how much goods they would each bring next time.

The goods were kept being exchanged until dark.

Of Luo Wujin's forty-three packhorses, only seven remained carrying loads. The rice and wheat he had traded filled thirty-six horses, and another ten carried cloth, salt, and new knives. He had only intended to pass through the checkpoint, but before leaving, he bought an empty courtyard house on North Street.

"From now on, we'll store the goods from the north here."

Xu Wandou picked out two shops across the street.

"The grain from the south is also stored here."

The two men glared at each other across the street, each afraid the other would snatch up the best goods first.

The shop doors, which had been empty for days, were removed one by one. Tea sellers, nail menders, and horseshoe makers all crowded into North Street. The wooden planks of the Han family's private warehouse were also dismantled to build a shed; the Black Mountain marks on the planks were left untouched and used as tabletops.

Er Gou carried that big pot from the inner fort to the intersection of the third street.

He was too injured to sit up, but still had the old soldier place the stretcher next to the pot. It was the first time the northern traveler had ever seen a cook lying down directing dozens of people to cook, and they all gathered around to watch.

Er Gou complained that they were blocking the wind.

"You need firewood to watch the pot!"

Luo Wujin's men actually brought three bundles of pine wood from the North Mountain.

The pot was simmering with mutton offal, wheat, beans, and Han family-style dried meat. The first pot was for the gatekeepers and porters, the second for the women and children from the north, and only the third pot was for the caravan. Every time Er Gou ladled a bowl, he complained that the pot was too small. When others looked up at the enormous pot that could fit two people lying down, no one dared to say a word.

The warehouse was also packed.

The 612 horses captured in Chapter 107, along with the more than 400 horses recovered from the battlefield outside the Great Wall and the 83 white horses from today, were all divided into stalls, with those that could be ridden, pulled carts, and bred. Ma Sanque set aside the 30 best stallions and selected another 100 for the new riders.

The armor left by the Han family was not piled up in the warehouse.

The forty-six surviving heavy soldiers were first given full armor, and each was then given two new men. The old Wugu troops were skilled in riding and archery and refused to wear heavy armor, so they gave their horse armor to the surrendered soldiers from within the pass. When the eighty new cavalrymen first put on the two layers of iron armor, they even had difficulty mounting their horses.

The old soldier took the spear and whipped them one by one.

"Practice makes perfect!"

"If we can't get up there, what if the enemy comes and we just lie on the ground and wait to die?"

The new rider fell repeatedly.

The street was filled with laughing children. A fifteen-year-old girl who had been feeding horses for a caravan in the morning was now wearing armor a size too big for her. She used a wooden box as a stepping stone to climb onto the horse's back, and just as the old soldier was about to urge her down, she had already ridden the horse around once.

"One of those two black horses in Yanmaji was obtained by killing someone in exchange for it."

She was the girl who cut off two Han horse ears in Chapter 105.

The old soldier recognized her and simply threw the gun barrel at her.

"Follow the team tomorrow."

The girl hugged the gun and ran home to give the milk brick she had traded for that day to her younger brother.

Silver, horses, and grain are all turning into people.

By evening, over three hundred light cavalrymen from Bailang Pass were ready to leave immediately, along with one hundred and twenty-six fully armored heavy soldiers and new cavalrymen. The wounded soldiers remained to guard the walls, while the military households and Wugu families sharpened arrows, sewed armor, and cooked meat.

No one was waiting for Chen Mu to give them a title.

With food in the pot, armor in the storeroom, and people outside trying to steal their things, the knife naturally came into their hands.

The women released from the North Courtyard were also given seventeen packhorses.

A woman who used to wash clothes for Madam Han harnessed a horse to a cart, now transporting hot water to the medical shed. Another woman, fluent in the northern dialect, sat in Luo Wujin's shop negotiating prices for merchants from both the north and south. In the past, she would be whipped for saying the wrong thing, but now, for every transaction, the merchant would give her a piece of silver.

That evening, she took seven pieces of silver to the granary and exchanged them for two bags of rice.

He kept one bag for himself and gave the other to the woman still living in the medical shed.

The silver carriage at White Wolf Pass is getting emptier and emptier, while the things inside the houses and on the streets are getting more and more numerous.

Chen Mu did not go to North Street.

Lin Qinghe pressed him down onto Han Wanshan's old bed.

Half of the carved bed had been dismantled to make way for the medical tent, leaving only a wide wooden plank. Lu Shuangyi's left rib was still not healed, so she occupied the inner half of the bed. Chen Mu's right shoulder was immobile, so he occupied the outer half. After arranging the tent for her uncle's former subordinates, Anato directly laid the white fox fur at the foot of the bed.

When Lin Qinghe came in, all three of them pretended to be asleep.

"Two of them go out."

Nobody moved.

Su Wan came in from outside the door, carrying a bowl of hot milk.

The milk was boiled from the first milk brick that Luo Wujin brought.

Su Wan first handed the bowl to Chen Mu, but Ana Duo immediately snatched half of it away. Lu Shuangyi reached out from under the covers and took a sip as well. In the end, only the bottom of the bowl remained, which Lin Qinghe picked up and drank herself.

Chen Mu didn't drink a drop.

"What about mine?"

Lin Qinghe wiped the milk stains off her lips.

"The wounded should speak less."

Anato leaned against the foot of the bed and laughed, while Lu Shuangyi buried her face in the blanket. Su Wan didn't cook anymore, but simply placed the empty bowl on the corner of the table out of Chen Mu's reach.

"Wait until you can get out of bed on your own before you go out and rob people on the street."

"Wulie is waiting outside."

Anato opened her eyes.

Wu Lie did not come to claim kinship.

He brought six elders from the old Wugu tribe to ask Anado if she would return to the grasslands. The Wugu tribe was all dead, and the tribe had no leader. According to old grassland custom, Anado could either take over the Black Wolf Banner with missing ears, or marry into another powerful tribe, allowing the remaining members to follow her.

"I'll take the flag," Anato said.

Ulie asked, "And then?"

"The flag is planted at Bailang Pass."

The six elderly people looked at each other.

"You want to marry this Han Chinese?"

Anato looked back at Chen Mu.

Chen Mu's eyes remained closed.

She walked over, sat on the edge of the bed, and pinched his chin with her hand.

"Open your eyes."

Chen Mu opened his eyes.

"They asked me if I would marry you."

The room fell silent.

Lu Shuangyi also opened her eyes, Su Wan's hand holding the milk stopped in mid-air, and Lin Qinghe began to slowly arrange the medicine needles.

Chen Mu asked, "Do you want to get married?"

"think."

Anato answered without the slightest hesitation.

"But not now."

"Batu is still alive."

She turned to the six elderly people.

"He's dead. I'm bringing the Black Wolf Flag through this door."

Whether Chen Mu wants me or not is his business.

Lu Shuangyi sneered from the inside.

"Does he dare refuse?"

The needle in Lin Qinghe's hand fell onto the table.

Chen Mu immediately shut up.

Ulie laughed.

He leaned the black wolf flag with the missing ear against the side of the bed.

"The sixty-six riders of the old Wugu tribe will obey you from this day forward."

"We will follow whoever you listen to."

No sooner had he finished speaking than someone outside the door knocked over the medicine shelf.

The white fox riders who surrendered yesterday rushed in.

His name was Heshi, and his wife and two daughters were imprisoned at the Beishan Horse Ranch. Heshi had just heard from Luo Wujin that Batu's eldest son, Tamu, had led nine hundred cavalrymen away from the royal camp and was gathering at the Beishan Ranch.

"He brought thirty grain carts with him."

"And the royal messenger."

"The envoy will arrive tomorrow, and he will demand Anato, 30,000 taels of silver, and the North Gate of White Wolf Pass."

Anato picked up the black wolf flag from beside the bed.

"Batu's men have finally brought something."

Chen Mu asked, "Which route will the thirty grain carts take?"

He Shi looked up.

"Northern Mountain Glacier".

Chen Mu looked out the window.

Fifty-six empty grain wagons from the south were parked on the street, and eighty-three white horses were eating in the stable.

The market in Guanli has just opened.

The next big shipment is already on Beishan Road.