Elon did not stop her and watched her enter the tent. Afterwards, he recruited a squire and ordered: "Send someone to monitor the people of Tut, Motuo and Gujia caravan respectively."

Qi Surong walked into the tent and saw Tut sitting cross-legged on the carpet to check Xiaoliu's injury at a glance, while Jin Yun was standing dumbfounded. She casually walked to Jin Yun's side and squinted at him.

Jin Yun seemed to be unaware, turning a blind eye to everything around him, only obeying orders, doing whatever Tut told him to do.

Qi Surong felt sad for a while. The man who used to be high-spirited is now like a puppet, dead. Originally thought he was deliberately disguising, but now it seems that he is really seriously injured. If it weren't for this, Jin Yun wouldn't have even a hint of eyes at such a close distance.

Jin Yun, Jin Yun, Su Rong finally found you, are you okay? For two years, more than 700 days and nights, the person she had been waiting for and looking for was clearly in front of her eyes, but she could not recognize each other. She held back her tears and cheered herself up.

It's okay, at least knowing that he is still alive is a great fortune among misfortunes. Even if Jin Yun can never regain his sanity in the future, she is willing to protect him for a lifetime.

After a while, Tut finished the diagnosis and said, "He's not seriously injured, it's just some trauma. It's enough to apply medicine on time and rest for a few days."

"Thank you, doctor." Qi Surong looked at Tut who was sorting out the medicine box and said, "Doctor, how many days can you use these wound medicines?"

"Enough for him to recover," Tut replied.

"Our caravan travels all year round, and it is inevitable that we will have some minor injuries and pains. We don't have enough medicines for this trip. Can I buy some from you?"

"I do have a lot of good medicines, how much do you want?"

"Standing medicines, fifty bottles of each."

Tut was surprised: "What do you want so much for?"

Qi Surong smiled and said, "Doctor Suwen Tut is very skilled in medicine, and he is also very good at refining medicine. It is rare to encounter it now, so naturally, it must not be missed."

Tut chuckled and stroked his beard: "The quantity you want is too much, I can only sell you thirty bottles of each type, and I can't deliver it immediately, so I have to wait seven or five days for me to prepare it. Say it again."

"It's okay, we have to stay here for a few days anyway, Dr. Tut just dispenses the medicine, and the price is not a problem."

Tutu nodded, handed the medicine box to Mutuo, greeted him, and led him out of the tent.

Qi Surong could only watch Jin Yun leave, thinking about how to take Jin Yun away. Although it has been delayed for a while and has a relationship with Tutra, how should Jin Yun communicate with him now?

After lunch, Ellen sent someone to ask her to discuss the deal.

Qi Surong opened the curtain and walked in.

"Sit down." Ellen pointed to several cases on the side, "There are drinks on the table, you can do whatever you want."

"Young patriarch is polite." Qi Surong sat down and went straight to the subject, "Let's talk about business first."

"Okay." Elon shook the cup in his hand and asked, "How much grain do you have?"

"More than 20,000 catties." Qi Surong exaggerated twice. In fact, the grain and grass they transported this time were only 10,000 catties, and they also sold a batch in the middle, and they left about less than 5,000 catties in their hands.

"I want it all." Yi Lun said solemnly, "You immediately ask your people to drag the goods into Boya."

"I'm afraid it's too late." Qi Surong replied, "Other food and grass are shipped to the various ethnic groups in the Western Regions. If the price is right, there must be very little left."

"That's not what you told my subordinates last night." Ellen narrowed his eyes. "Whoever you say has a reasonable price will sell it first."

"That's just a pretext." Qi Surong said without changing his face, "The young patriarch is the general who leads the party. You should know the principle of 'will be exempted from orders from foreign troops', and the same is true of business. When you operate outside, you should act cheaply. Time is right. For businessmen, it is a business opportunity, if you ask for orders to make decisions on everything, you may not be able to do business."

Yi Lun stared at her closely, and after a long while he spit out a sentence: "You are very bold."

"The young patriarch has won the prize." Qi Surong straightened her back and looked back without fear.

"Heh." Yi Lun hummed, "Zuo Fan, do you know the consequences of deceiving me?"

"Young patriarch, don't get angry." Qi Surong said calmly, "Even if I really have 20,000 catties of grain in my hand? How long can I feed the brothers in the clan?"

"What do you want to say?"

"What I want to say is that if the young patriarch is willing, he can completely order food from my Gu family for a long time." Qi Surong finally stated his plan, "It is not easy to get out of the customs, and it is impossible to transport too much food each time. If you order for a long time, The price is negotiable.”

Yi Lun was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "Hahaha, good boy, I underestimate you."

"What is the opinion of the young patriarch?"

"Of course, why would I refuse?" Yi Lun stood up, walked to Qi Surong, and looked at her condescendingly, "Your Gu family is the first business firm that dares to provide food and grass to the tribes of the Western Regions for a long time. Zhuo Fan, Gu family has What to rely on?"

Qi Surong also stood up and replied: "What is the reliance, I'm afraid it's inconvenient to tell me, and I ask the young patriarch to forgive me."

"Okay." Ellen said, "If what you said is true, then I will buy your grain and grass at a high price."

"Thank you." Qi Surong cupped her hands.

"However," Yi Lun bowed slightly, brought his face closer, and said solemnly, "Until you receive the second batch of food, you must stay in Boya, and you will be free until the transaction between us is completed."

Qi Surong leaned back slightly: "Even if there is no future transaction, I'm afraid the young patriarch will not let us leave easily."

"Zhuofan," Yi Lun raised his hand and pulled up her hairband, pointing out, "it's better not to understand too much, if you don't want to die too quickly. At least you have succeeded now, making me begin to doubt you. Your identity, you are by no means an ordinary caravan leader."

"The young patriarch has been overly concerned." Qi Surong calmly took back his hairband and said, "If there is nothing else, please take your leave. I hope the young patriarch will keep his promise, and this time the food and grass will be purchased at a high price."