Xi Yunfei's reminder really surprised Cui Xian. Not only Goguryeo, but also Silla and Baekje, and a little further east, there is Japan. Although these small countries are not as rich as the Turks and the Tang Dynasty, they are also a huge market.

The Hebei Road where the Boling Cui family is located is across the sea from these small countries. If anyone can do business in these places, it must be the Boling Cui family. Therefore, when Xi Yunfei mentioned it, Cui Xian was happy.

"Don't you mind selling cement?" Cui Xian asked, mainly by Xi Yunfei's inexplicable methods.

"Well, just sell it. As long as you don't make a fuss about the accounts, you can't lose any copper coins that belong to me."

Xi Yunfei waved his hand indifferently. He cooperated with these aristocratic families to open a cement workshop, which was naturally not unconditional. In addition to 50% of the cement workshops, Xi Yunfei also has priority purchasing rights for cement produced, which mainly considers the road construction.

In fact, these agreements were signed with Choi Hyun and others early in the morning, and Choi Hyun naturally bowed down.

The two of them discussed the issue of cement workshops. Soon, Pei Qing, Li Jing and Xie Yingdeng also made an appointment.

The construction of a cement workshop is simple, but to produce qualified cement, some metal powder is essential. Today, we will discuss more with them about the smelting workshop, coal, iron ore, transportation, blacksmith, etc.

Say both sides.

About half an hour ago.

At the south gate, a caravan slowly drove into the city gateway. On a carriage in front, there was a middle-aged man with a slightly short body, dark skin, a fur felt hat and a pair of triangular eyes, curiously observing the pedestrians and vendors on both sides of the street.

"I remember when I came last year, I still had to pay for the city to enter the city?" The driver who was driving the bus next to the middle-aged man murmured in a low voice.

The middle-aged man nodded when he heard this, then withdrew his gaze in confusion, frowned and said, "I don't know if it's my illusion, why do you think this place has changed a lot from the past? Look how happy these people are laughing..."

The coachman looked at the passers-by who were walking by the carriage, and the small vendors who shouted loudly on both sides of the street and said with some uncertainty: "Chief, are we going wrong... it's not right. The city gate clearly read from Shuofang East City..."

The middle-aged man was also wondering, thinking that although he hadn't been here for a year, it was normal for this place to change a little. I remember that when I came here to trade last year, the streets were dead, and I could encounter with withered beggars everywhere. What's more, there were a lot of people who starved to death on the roadside without collecting corpses.

After recalling this for a moment, I thought that after finding the General's Mansion, I remember to ask the butler of the General's Mansion. After that, I thought that I would change more tea and spices this year, but I didn't care much about the changes in the city.

The caravan walked all the way to the Nanqiao Bridge of Wangjiang River in the inner city, but was stopped.

The middle-aged man suddenly realized that he thought that it was not that he did not charge, but that he had changed the area. Thinking of this, he hurriedly turned around and took a purse from the carriage, and walked to the guard team who stopped them in three steps.

"Eat tea, eat tea..."

Seeing that the middle-aged man kept stuffing money bags into his arms, Li Zhengbao sighed helplessly. He didn't know which wave it was today. In previous years, these people came to Liang Luoren for dealing with it on New Year's Day.

The goods mainly traded were mostly trophys exchanged by Liang Luoren from the Turks. Most of those things were obtained by the Turks' Grass Valley. Of course, some were tributes from each state every year. The Turks would exchange for something that they could not use.

But now Liang Luoren is dead, the Shuofang has changed hands, and even the Liang Kingdom is no longer there. These foreign merchants are still stupid enough to come to trade. I really don’t know whether they should be too timid or straight.

There was no choice but to explain to them the current situation in Shuofang without getting tired of it. If you want to blame, you can only blame the information of this era for being too closed. Not to mention the affairs of other countries, even if you are far away, you will be fooled by your own country.

After listening for a while, the middle-aged man realized that the general's mansion he had traded with was no longer there, and the person in charge now was Xi. Of course, if you want to trade, it is still OK, and even the transaction volume is large enough, you can get some benefits.

Li Zhengbao glanced at the carriage behind them, and suddenly his eyes lit up: "Are you Murong tribe from Tuyuhun?"

The middle-aged man was thinking about trading, but when he heard this, he was stunned, and then frowned vigilantly: "Your Excellency..."

Seeing his expression changing, Li Zhengbao knew that he was prone to ask, so he hurriedly bowed and explained: "Don't get it wrong, I just think it looks familiar. The car behind you should be loaded with barley feed, right?"

The middle-aged man frowned even deeper. If Li Zhengbao hadn't had a calm attitude, he would have been afraid that the other party would have set his sights on their goods.

Seeing that he was like this, Li Zhengbao was not annoyed and explained patiently: "I was under Liang Luoren's command and I am not unfamiliar with the barley feed you sent. In previous years, if your feed was not supplied in time, many horses in the army would starve or die of illness..."

After explaining patiently that it was nearly an incense stick of time, the middle-aged man relaxed his vigilance a little, and then apologized: "God, General, I didn't mean it just now, but the feed behind me was the work of the tribe's owner for a year, and I would never dare to let down the expectations of the tribe."

Li Zhengbao naturally did not take his suspicion to heart. Moreover, there is less and less feed available in the city now, and there is still a lot of time before spring. It is the time when the most demand for these barley feeds. A few days ago, he mentioned this to Xi Yunfei. At that time, Xi Yunfei once said that he would solve the feed problem in a few days. Now it seems that he has anticipated what happened today?!

Half an hour later, Zhongshan North Road, Trade Hall.

The middle-aged man named Murong Jisheng, who is a little prince of the Murong Wang family in Tuyuhun. Although he is a prince, because his mother is of a humble origin, he is basically the same surname as the current Tuyuhun Busabor Khan Murong Fuyun. He has a large territory in his hand to survive. Compared with the princes of the Tang Dynasty, he lives a miserable life of the same name and different destiny.

He looks like a middle-aged man, but in fact he is not old. His actual age is only twenty-nine years old. He looks older just because he is good at the plateau outdoors and has been exposed to the wind and sun for a long time. When he learned that Li Zhengbao was older than him, his attitude became even more respectful.

Shortly after Li Zhengbao introduced him to Ma Zhou, he went back to work. Before leaving, he also hinted that Ma Zhou would give him some benefits, and it would be best to be able to eat all the other party's barley feed and not to give up those people from the aristocratic families who were eyeing each other.

Ma Zhou agreed with this. Now, not only are the tens of thousands of war horses raised by the Guardian team, but also the buses and carriages traveling between the east and west cities that Xi Yunfei cheated from Yang Kai before and there was almost no food.

"It's really time for you to come." In the tea room, Ma Zhou said sincerely to Murong Jisheng...
Chapter completed!