Su Xinyi took a deep breath and simply said directly, "I want to form a trade caravan, transport goods from south to north, and trade with the various tribes on the grasslands. You've been with Ma Rude for many years, so this kind of thing shouldn't be difficult for you."
Mu Xing's face stiffened, "Not satisfied with just grabbing their food and supplies, but also want to take away everything they have? Isn't that too much?"
"How many people die in the border towns every year because of the Tartars harassing the border and pillaging grain? Isn't that too much?"
Mu Xing couldn't argue with Su Xinyi. He could tell from her tone that there was no room for negotiation on this matter. So he thought carefully and said seriously: "I know a bit about trading, but I've never done it before. Aren't you afraid that I'll let your money go to waste?"
