Kimchi is sour and sweet, sweet and salty. Although there are no chili peppers yet, I don’t know what to use instead, and it also has a spicy flavor. With the refreshing and crispy texture, Zhou Qinchuan’s chest felt stuffy and greasy, and most of the time it was gone.

Zhou Qinchuan closed his eyes and was still savoring the refreshing feeling. Maybe the sound of chewing kimchi was already everywhere.

When I opened my eyes, I saw that the other four people were chewing kimchi and no one was attentive to speak.

Xiaoji is young and doesn't care much about anything. She stuffs it into her mouth while eating, and her cheeks bulged in a short while.

Others were more civilized, but no one was humble. In a short while, the plate was swept away.

Qin Qi patted her belly without bulging and sighed with satisfaction:

"It's been a long time, I haven't eaten such delicious kimchi in a long time."

As he spoke, water glowed in the corners of his eyes, and he became sad.

Looking at Qin Bo again, the same is true. He was obviously very satisfied with the food, but he felt uncomfortable.

Before Zhou and Qinchuan asked, Qin Bo took the initiative to explain:

"Don't blame me, this kimchi is very good and the taste is familiar. It reminds my younger sister and I of the kimchi made by my deceased mother back then. She loses her composure for a while, so please don't blame me."

Although the mother of Qizik is a singer, she can also go to the hall and go to the kitchen. She does not let the chef cook, and even kimchi pickles and other things are easy to get.

The brother and sister enjoyed a lot of happiness when they were in Wusuk, but neither of them inherited this ability, so they could no longer taste that taste.

Today, this plate of kimchi has a bit of familiarity because it comes out of the Central Plains.

"When you see things and think of others, you will not blame others for your normal feelings? What did Brother Qin say?" Zhou Qinchuan hurriedly comforted him.

"I laughed at you, Brother Qin Chuan, Sister Yourong."

Qin Qi wiped the corners of her eyes, smiled again, and joked:

"You two are not authentic. Such a good thing is rare among the high-ranking nobles of the Oirat. It is extremely precious. Why do you hide it? If you don't take it out earlier? To be honest, my brother and I are tired of eating meat."

"What did you say? This kimchi is extremely expensive?"

Zhou Qinchuan and the other two asked in unison, extremely surprised. You know, not only did they not sell a single jar in the market, but they also didn't even ask.

"Uh...Little sister, it's up to you." Qin Bo, who wanted to explain, felt that he was stupid and simply gave up the position.

"Hehe, fortunately you didn't sell it, otherwise my brother and I would not have such a blessing." Qin Qi joked:

"Three, this kimchi is a hundred gold in the grassland, no, a huge amount of gold, especially in winter, at least five horses, and at most ten to twenty good horses, you can get a jar.

How many people can afford to eat on the grassland? Even if you have put it out in the market, who dares to ask the price for ordinary herders?"

So that's it. Zhou Qinchuan suddenly realized that he was still a little tender. This is what he learned from paper and he had to practice it.

Kimchi and brick tea are actually not much different in function. They both provide vitamins for Mongolians who lack fresh vegetables and remove greasiness.

The reason why tea bricks are not expensive is that most of the tea sold in the border are made of tea stems that the Han people in the Central Plains don’t like. The cost is there, and the amount is large, so it is naturally not much more expensive.

Kimchi and pickles are different. You can’t make them with parts that people can’t eat. The cycle is a little longer, and the transportation is inconvenient, and the cost cannot be reduced.

More importantly, kimchi contains salt, which is equivalent to providing two functions at once. How can the selling price be cheap?

In this way, the toilet paper is mostly because ordinary herders think it is high.

For ordinary people, their ideas are actually similar to those of the farmers in the Central Plains. If you solve the problem after the bowel movement, you can use leaves and use soil trash. It is really not possible. A handful of snow and ice is not impossible to consider. Why waste money for such useless things?

Toilet paper has not yet been popular in the Central Plains, let alone the grasslands in the northern part of the Seitoui.

Sure enough, Qin Qi continued:

"Also, I saw several large stacks of toilet paper in your house, and no one bought it, right? You don't think about it. In the grassland, there are not many people who can eat enough, so who would be willing to buy something that can be thrown away once?

How about it? Do you want to sell kimchi and toilet paper? If you want to sell it, my brother and I can help you with the help of you."

The Mengren's upper class is unwilling to welcome kimchi and toilet paper, but these people hold their own identities and will not go to markets where ordinary people trade.

The top aristocrats were mostly exchanged for the Central Plains Han merchants on the road to tribute, or they were shipped directly to the grassland after being shipped by large merchants.

If you don’t have enough status, you can rely on private transactions with the upper class, which means that kimchi and toilet paper are mostly priced but not in the upper class of Mengren.

Small and medium-sized businesses cannot access such news. Seeing that kimchi toilet paper has no sales among ordinary people, no one will sell it to the grassland for a long distance.

Zhou Qinchuan and the other three were not aware of it, and by chance, they were qualified to make a big profit, but because they did not know the upper class, they lost this opportunity in vain.

"If you don't sell, you won't sell, you won't sell no matter how valuable it is." Zhou Qinchuan shook his hand repeatedly.

Just kidding, if the amount of kimchi is small, you can finish it early, or you lose toilet paper, how can you live this life?

Su Yourong and Xiao Ji also agree with it deeply.

With kimchi and appetizer, some people were willing to eat the barbecue. Several people were eating and chatting. Seeing that it was getting darker, Qin Qi suddenly coughed.

When Qin Bo heard this, he quickly put down his chopsticks, took out a few ingots of silver from his arms and put them on the table, pointed to the few pheasants and hares in the corner and said:

"Brother Qin Shi, Su Xiaomei, Xiaoji, brother has something to ask for, and I hope to agree. I will treat this silver and wild game as a reward."

Zhou Qinchuan and the other two were stunned when they came out very well.

I agree, I don’t know what’s going on, what should I do if I can’t do it?

If you don’t agree, if it’s an easy thing, wouldn’t you seem to have no worries about yourself?

Qin Bo's mouth did not stop. Taking advantage of the silence of the three of them, Balabala told the whole story one by one.

It's simple and simple. From tonight, Qin Bo will go out to hunt, which will take several days. Let Qin Qi be alone at home. He really couldn't let it go, so he asked Zhou Qinchuan and the other two to take care of one or two.

Especially Qin Qi's diet needs to be taken care of. He is a little girl with a bad appetite and a bad appetite. She is not good at cooking. If she is not here, she may starve to death.

Qin Qi, who was standing beside her, lowered her head to prevent others from seeing her face, and forced herself to blush. Otherwise, if she was too calm, she would be suspicious.

This was agreed upon by the brother and sister in the past two days. As the eldest son, Qin Bo was appointed by Yesen to control the camp with Ala, so that the camp should be the main focus.
Chapter completed!