Fish swimming around the world

The behavior of such a tall man, who was over 1.9 meters tall, made Jiang Fan burst into laughter.

"...This...me, this...it's all my fault...it's all my fault..."

Too persistent...Jiang Fan almost sang along.

Du Lun scratched his head: "I offended Miss Tian..."

Jiang Fan was shocked. Could the rumors be true? This guy really has feelings for Tian Luoyu?

This is incredible. If Lao Tianyuan finds out, why should he be buried as a seed?

You know, this old man hates barbarians the most.

Seeing Jiang Fan's weird look on his face, Du Lun became even more embarrassed. Then his face turned red and he almost turned around and ran away.

Jiang Fan quickly stopped him: "Come back here and explain what's going on?"

Du Lun coyly took a long time to explain clearly what happened.

Jiang Fan almost died laughing.

Co-author: This guy really took a liking to Tian Luoyu and began to know his identity. He also kept secretly and did not dare to speak out for fear of being criticized.

Later, I got used to living in a mortal abode, and recently I was promoted to be the liaison person for barbarian transactions. I felt that I had some status, and I became bolder.

So, Prince Du Lun quietly went to Miss Lin, who was loved by everyone and could chat with everyone, to ask for advice.

Naturally, the unreliable Lin Xiaoqi gave him some unreliable chores.

The prince of the prairie bought a Confucian shirt, a folding fan, and put a flower on his temple. He followed Tian Luoyu all day long and recited poems, saying that he was a gentle lady and a gentleman...

Think about it, what kind of character is Tian Luoyu? Although he didn’t understand what this guy was doing, he couldn’t stand it anymore. He finally couldn’t hold it back. He went up to him and gave him a heavy blow. Prince Du Lun, who was beaten straight away, escaped and was protected by his master. The little furball bit off a shoe.

In the end, Prince Duron escaped by voluntarily locking himself into the old room in the dungeon.

No, it was only now that I heard from the cell leader that Miss Tian went out to play that I dared to sneak out to meet people.

Jiang Fan didn't want to laugh, but he couldn't help it, and finally broke his guard with a puff, almost spitting out the overnight tea.

My belly twisted with laughter, and it took me a long time to finally calm down.

Du Lun was so embarrassed that he looked like he wanted to jump into the bottom of Qinglian Lake to be with Jiang Xiaoyu.

"I said, Prince, you are too unreliable. Can you listen to Lin Nanyan?"

Du Lun sneered: "I think Miss Lin is right. I heard that all Chinese scholars are like this..."

Jiang Fan pointed at him and shook his head: "Scholar, are you a scholar? You are really imitating others. If you don't get beaten, who will get beaten..."

Du Lun couldn't figure it out: "Why."

Jiang Fan didn't bother to explain to him, "Du Lun, let me tell you, there is no guilt in liking someone, but you have to think carefully about the method. At least do what you are good at."

"Good at..." Du Lun frowned, still unable to figure it out.

Jiang Fan was too lazy to teach him this, because Mr. Tian knew that he would have to farm even if he couldn't protect himself.

"Also, let me tell you, you'd better keep a low profile. Her grandfather doesn't have a good impression of you barbarians. Tian Luoyu's beating of you is a light thing. If the old man takes action..."

Jiang Fan clicked his tongue and said, "You can figure it out yourself."

Du Lun's face turned a little pale. Of course Mr. Tian knew that, although he didn't know where he came from, his cultivation level was so high that it was scary. He had followed the prince to the grassland, and he and his father had thousands of troops and even ate them. Deflated, let alone now on someone else’s territory?

He was just here thinking about Tian Luoyu, and he didn't even think about it. Now that he remembered it, he couldn't help but shudder.

"So, stop fooling around. Although it's okay to like someone, the two races are incompatible with each other. Don't talk about the old man, I am not happy with this matter from my heart. I don't care if you care about Tian Luoyu, and I won't ask. But you have to weigh it yourself.”

Du Lun's calves were a little cramped and he didn't want to talk about this topic anymore. He hurriedly said: "Your Majesty, actually I am here to talk to you about something important. You have been away some time ago. Now the salt marsh has been mined on a large scale. Father wants to We need more supplies, but Mrs. Qing doesn’t agree. You see..."

Jiang Fan immediately shook his head: "Don't ask me about this kind of thing. Mrs. Qing makes the decision. How can I bother to ask about the specific output? She has her own sense of discretion."

Jiang Fan said Du Lun couldn't help it, after all, all the key things were in his hands.

But the profit from this refined salt is amazing.

This exquisite table salt is a hundred times stronger than the salt they used before. A little bit can surpass a large piece. It has no impurities and is delicious. It has been enthusiastically followed as soon as it enters the grassland.

Although the price is comparable to gold, it is not good enough to hold the goods, but the quantity given is insufficient. Not to mention selling to other tribes, the Zuoxian King's tribe alone is a top-notch commodity.

The other three major ministries, and even the Golden Horde Royal Court, discovered the good things from the Zuoxian King Tribe, and sent people to ask for them. Because there was no spare, these people began to spare no effort to find out the source information, although the Zuoxian King Tribe acted secretly. , hiding things about the salt marsh, but there is no airtight wall in the world, and people will find out sooner or later.

King Zuo Xian was not a fool, and he was also very worried about others asking Jiang Fan to cooperate with him on similar matters, so he wanted to make a fortune first before doing so.

Therefore, King Zuo Xian tried to ask Jiang Fan directly for help through his son's mouth.

Of course Jiang Fan refused. Although these almost free things brought him countless meat, horses, furs, medicinal materials and other materials, his and Ba Qing's plan was far from that. Things had to be done step by step. For now, it was still There is no need to rush. If there is a rush, you must let King Zuo Xian go.

Seeing that this was not going to happen, Du Lun had no choice but to change the topic and bring up the burning knife again.

This strong liquor is very suitable for the taste of the barbarians. It is more effective in keeping warm and healing wounds. It is also a treasure that Zuo Xianwang values.

However, Jiang Fan still hopes that things will be sold at a high price because they are rare. How could he get what he wanted? But at least he agreed to talk to Ba Qing and increase it appropriately.

This can only be regarded as better than nothing. Du Lun saw that there was no hope, so he finally mentioned the ceramic and glass business with the intention of giving it a try.

Jiang Fan agreed very happily. In his opinion, this thing is really worthless, but it can be exchanged for a large amount of materials.

However, due to limited output, it will take some time to complete.

In the end, Prince Du Lun, who did not achieve any goal immediately, left with a black eye.

After sending away Prince Du Lun, who was frustrated in both love and business, Jiang Fan finally took a good nap and slept for more than an hour without realizing it.

When he woke up, he just happened to catch Ba Xiong coming to say goodbye.

Jiang Fan saw the eight bears wearing helmets and armor, looking very powerful. He couldn't help but admire them. What a group of big men!

The eight bears were born strong and powerful. In order to join the army, they were dressed in armor and holding heavy weapons, which made them look even more rugged and fierce.

They are really natural warriors!

Xiong Da took the lead, knelt on one knee, clasped his fists and said solemnly: "King, King... Lord, your subordinate, Xiang Xiang, bids you... farewell!"

He called himself a subordinate at this moment, very formally.