ATBLM [QT] Chapter 170.2

Jiang Rui shook her head, “No need. I don’t lack anything for the time being.”

Her guess was quickly verified. When the caravan came, Jiang Rui did not show up. Qiuhua went to join in the fun and complained to her after she came back.

“What a caravan! Even though we are all from Jokhang, I have to say that these people are simply profiteers! Princess, did you know that Wu Lan used ten sheepskins to get one piece of brocade cloth, which was only enough to make clothes for children, and the quality was not good? And those tea leaves smell musty to me. They even said one tael of tea leaves was one tael of silver. Why don’t people just go and rob them?!”

Jiang Rui was not surprised. The term ‘rare things to live in’ applies everywhere. The Di people needed those items, so they had to buy them no matter how high the price was.

There might have been people who directly robbed caravans in the past, but this would have the consequence that no caravan would dare to do business with that tribe again. They had to pay a higher price to obtain these daily necessities from other channels, so they had to compromise, resulting in the current unfair transaction state.

But this situation would never last long. Once the price demanded by the merchants exceeded the tolerance of these nomads, or if the food was scarce or the harvest was not good that year, and they couldn’t afford the price, they would have no choice but to kill and rob.

If the merchants did not dare to come, they would most likely attack Jokhang in order to survive at any cost.

To solve this situation, it was unless Jokhang agreed to trade with Beidi and created a fair trading environment.

Jiang Rui clasped her fingers on the table, thinking about any way to achieve this goal.

Urhan opened the curtain and entered the tent, bringing a stream of hot air.

“Why didn’t you read a book today? Have you finished reading?” He sat next to Jiang Rui, thinking about whether it was possible to exchange some books from the caravan for Yanshi.

“There are many more.” Jiang Rui shook her head. Seeing his face was sweating, she took a cup of sour plum soup from the teapot on the table and handed it to him.

Urhan took a big mouth and poured it into his mouth. The next moment, his tough face twisted into a ball. He suppressed the urge to spit it out and swallowed it hard. His sense of taste was sharper than ordinary people’s. But, he had never been exposed to sour plum soup. After one cup, his entire tongue was numb.

But looking at Yanshi, holding a glass in her hand and taking a sip from time to time, the expression on her face didn’t change at all, which made Urhan admire her.

Yanshi seemed to be thinking about something. He did not disturb her and just watched from the side.

It was a hot day, so not only did he wear fewer clothes, Jiang Rui also put on summer clothes. Unlike autumn and winter, where even regular clothes looked grand, her summer clothes were very simple. Because of this, the light fabrics fit easily against her body.

At this time, she put one hand on the table. From her white neck to her round shoulders, to her slender arms, Urhan took in his eyes all the graceful curves.

He looked at it for a while, then unconsciously poured himself another cup of cold tea, and then his face twisted into a ball again.

The caravan was stationed at a certain distance from the Di tribe. He had just returned from the trading area. Those cunning Jokhang merchants had raised the price again.

Every time the price increased, they almost always raised the price based on the bottom line of acceptance of the tribe. So far, they could still use salt and tea for the time being, but the same amount of sheepskins were being exchanged for fewer and fewer items.

Urhan could feel the tension and dissatisfaction of the tribe’s people. If the harvest in summer and autumn was not good enough to survive the winter, he was afraid that this emotion would explode.

In the past, their outbreak was manifested by going to Jokhang to ‘borrow’ some supplies, but now the situation was different. His Yanshi was from Jokhang. If he robbed her homeland, Urhan felt that his end might not be good.

He recalled in his mind the scene he had seen in a pack of wolves before, where the female wolf was furious and beat the alpha wolf.

Forget it, if it doesn’t work out, go raid the Rong tribe’s lair.

 

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The author has something to say:

Old Nine: Being afraid of my wife… How can being afraid of your wife be considered afraid? Can things between husband and wife be considered afraid? Hey, there are four ways to catch a lamb, do you know?

Translator: Do you want to change the topic, Old Nine?

 

 

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