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Mengwu sat on the tiger skin seat and said in a deep voice:

"Sir, you have come from afar to offer me a seat."

A guard brought a low stool wrapped in deerskin and placed it on the side of the hall.

Chen Zui glanced at the low stool, without moving even half a step, he just folded his sleeves and bowed his head: "Thank you, Your Majesty, Mr. Chen, on the orders of Lord Qianhu, has prepared some small gifts of local products from Daning for his first visit."

After saying this, Mu Yuan raised his hand to signal.

Shiwei guards carried dozens of large wooden boxes and linen bags and placed them in the hall, and untied the ropes.

The first dozen boxes were opened, and inside were hundreds of pig iron cauldrons glowing with black light.

As soon as this dark iron color came into view, there was a sudden commotion among the warriors standing behind the palace, and they all stretched their necks and looked forward.

Immediately afterwards, the guards brought out several boxes of fine steel ax heads and dozens of bundles of long saws with sharp teeth.

Chen Zui's voice was gentle: "My master said that Cangya Castle and Ermu City, a hundred miles apart, are neighbors. When neighbors come to the door, they should not be polite.

All I brought with me were practical things for living.These cast iron pots and cauldrons are just for the convenience of people in Shiwei to stew hot food on weekdays.As for these ax saws…

Su Wenshi Wei's carpentry is unparalleled in the world, and the royal city is surrounded by huge trees. Your Excellency has specially sent me to prepare these logging equipment, so I can give your country's craftsmen some handy tools."

The guards kept moving and continued to open the boxes. Behind them were some bricks of tea and cotton and silk of excellent quality.

Finally, two guards carefully carried an exquisite lacquer box.

Chen Zui reached out and opened the lacquer box, and inside lay a set of secret-color porcelain tea sets that were crystal clear and as warm as jade.

This set of porcelain is shiny and clean, like the moonlight from the south of the Yangtze River falling in the palace, making the throne look even more revered.

Meng Wu couldn't hide the excitement on his face, and he leaned forward half a minute involuntarily, saying hello repeatedly.

Chen Zui walked slowly towards several half-person tall sacks in the hall.

He raised his hand to untie the dagger at his waist.

With two "clang" sounds, two Shiwei guards beside the palace pillars stepped out and drew out their sabers.

Without stopping, Chen Zui smiled softly, held the three-inch dagger between his two fingers, and slowly pulled it out of its sheath.

On the throne, Mengwu waved his hand.

The two guards looked at each other, sheathed their swords, and retreated to the pillar.

Chen Zui nodded slightly toward the throne, leaned over, picked up the seam of the bag with the tip of the knife, and twisted it gently.

He grabbed a corner of the sack and pulled it down.

A bag of things poured out like a white waterfall, and was piled on a piece of fine black bearskin with a clatter.

The salt-colored snow is dazzlingly white, as fine as winter snow, pure and unadulterated.

For the Shiwei people who have been swallowing the bitter salt of Sirius' sand for many years, this white snow is more dazzling than gold.

Inside the main hall, there was silence.

Several generals who were less focused took half a step forward unconsciously.

Chen Zui put the dagger into his sleeve, stood beside the pile of white snow with his hands behind his back, raised his head and looked directly at Mengwu:

"My lord is in charge of the Luomapo Mutual Market in Yunzhou, and I have always heard of the bravery of the Shiwei tribe. These tea silks, iron pots and fine salt are just greeting gifts for the king and everyone. My lord has said that if Shiwei is in short supply of Daning's products, he is willing to open the door."

To the left of the seat, a man with high cheekbones suddenly made a cold sneer.

"The Daning people are the most cunning!" This person is none other than Mo Dun, the leader of the Zada ​​tribe.

Mo Dun pressed one hand on the armrest of the chair and said with a smile:

"Mr. Chen arrived with the salt and iron before the horseshoe prints of the Heavenly Wolf messenger were flattened by the wind. How can there be such a coincidence in the world? You want to take some salt and iron and want to trap our Shiwei warriors to help you Ningren block the Heavenly Wolf? Your Lord Qianhu's lasso is really far away!"

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