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Text Chapter 11 Zhao Hongyu¡¯s proposal

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    Zhao Hongyu's description of the future made Altido very yearning for it.

    Artido could foresee that if it was as Zhao Hongyu said, his tribe found him and could carry out trade smoothly, it would be of great benefit to the Mohican tribe.

    ???????????????????????????????? No longer need to be squeezed by the "white skinned" people.

    Secondly, with the sharp iron ax and sight, the combat power of the Mohican tribe can be greatly improved immediately.

    ¡° However, this is all based on one premise, that is, the people of Zhao Hongyu¡¯s tribe can find him.  If we can't find him, all this will be just a fantasy.

    "Brother, are you sure that your tribe can find you smoothly?" Attido expressed some concern about this.

    Hearing this, Zhao Hongyu smiled and replied: "Don't worry, after your father wakes up, I will go to the east to have a look. Maybe my people have landed there, our trade will definitely  It can be expanded normally.¡±

    Zhao Hongyu said this, but he was thinking in his heart: The reason why I want to fool you like this is not to expose my time and space trading device.  After all, so many things appearing around me at once will definitely arouse some unnecessary suspicion.

    But as long as I can establish my stronghold on the eastern coast, everything will be easy.

    Of course, Zhao Hongyu would not say these words to Altido.

    This is his secret.

    Seeing that Zhao Hongyu was so confident, Atido stopped asking further questions.

    He picked up the wooden bowl that Zhao Hongyu gave him and handed it to Wang Shan: "Give me another bowl of porridge, and add two more packs of mustard!"

    To be honest, I am only half full after eating Altido. This food is so delicious.

    Looking at Atido, who was eating hard and snoring next to him, a trade plan had slowly formed in Zhao Hongyu's mind.

    ????In the 21st century, the fake Zhao Hongyu was a senior executive working in a Fortune 500 company.  Although he is in management, he is always knowledgeable.

    He is no stranger to business.

    What¡¯s more, he is living in the era of the explosion of the information age, and he is familiar with all kinds of business information and models.

    In his opinion, the Mohican tribe has a population of more than 13,000, which is a huge market.  If you can make them develop a habit, then you will be able to completely control their lives.

    And this will bring huge benefits to yourself.

    So, what Zhao Hongyu has to do now is to promote his iron pot, rice and pickled mustard.

    At the very least, we should let them develop the habit of drinking porridge in the morning, so that their pickled mustard will not be sold out.

    "Atido, did you know? Every morning, drinking a few bowls of white porridge with pickled mustard can make you full of energy for the day." At this time, Zhao Hongyu thought of a big bad wolf that kept wagging his tail, and Atito  Most of them are simple and innocent little white rabbits.  "Of course, depending on your personal taste, you can choose to cut some meat strips and cook them together. I think your tribe will like this kind of delicacy."

    Atido swallowed the food in his mouth and nodded hurriedly: "You are right, everyone will definitely like this kind of food. I don't think anyone will refuse such delicious food, I can't live without it.", he  I totally agree with what Zhao Hongyu said.

    "As you know before I met you, our tribe only has meat, otherwise it's corn and potatoes. These foods are the same, and I've long been tired of them." When talking about the foods he eats every day, Ati  It's really disgusting.

    Zhao Hongyu understands Altido's reaction very well. After all, if he eats these things all year round, he will get tired of them.

    ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? There are no seasonings these days.

    There is no other way to cook meat other than roasting it, it is simply boring.

    And there is only one way to cook corn or potatoes, and that is to boil

    This is not only true for Indians on the American continent, but also for seemingly developed Europe.

    No matter what kind of food, it is put into the pot and cooked.  The end result was that the food looked like pig food.

    It would be great if there was MSG or oil, these are things needed in daily life, and with the oil, you can teach them how to cook.

    "It's a pity that there is no MSG and oil available for purchase in Zhao Hongyu's space-time trader.  So he has nothing to do about it now, he can only do it on his ownI sighed silently in my heart.

    Zhao Hongyu knows that as long as he can make the people of the Mohican tribe use oil to add MSG to cooking every day.  Then your profits will be endless

    ¡°Alas, let alone oil and MSG, now he can¡¯t even buy salt.

    Zhao Hongyu looked around and asked, "What kind of cooking utensils do you usually use for food?"

    Cooking utensils?

    Artido was stunned for a moment, he didn¡¯t know what this meant.

    ¡°Oh, it¡¯s what you use when making food.¡± Seeing Altido¡¯s stunned expression, Zhao Hongyu immediately reacted.

    Atido put down the wooden bowl in his hand and walked to the other side of the tent, rummaged among a pile of leathers, and then came back with something similar to a small cooking pot.

    ??????????????????????? We just use this thing to cook food and eat, and the black-hearted ¡®white skins¡¯ actually want to exchange me for five bearskins for this piece of shit.

    ¡°Well, it¡¯s really evil.

    When Zhao Hongyu heard what Atido said, he nodded seriously.

    He took the pot, looked at it, and then put it on the ground.

    I thought it was a good thing, but it was actually a pot made of inferior iron sheets. It was the same size as a modern milk-boiling pot, but it was replaced with five bear skins. These European bastards are really so evil.

    Even if you need to change it, you should do it yourself.

    Zhao Hongyu thought about it in his heart.

    Although I don¡¯t know what price bear skins can be sold for in the space-time trader, five bears skins are probably worth more than a low-quality iron pot.

    Why haven¡¯t I encountered such a profitable business?

    But it¡¯s okay now. Since I¡¯m here, the business of the white-skinned people will be monopolized by themselves in the future.

    Zhao Hongyu¡¯s consciousness was very high. He decided to help the Indian brothers to escape from the clutches of the European bumpkins and no longer let them be in such "dire straits".

    "What do you think of my pot?" Zhao Hongyu asked Atido, pointing to the iron pot for cooking porridge.  Attido replied with an envious look on his face: "This pot is very good, especially it is big enough. It is also much thicker than the white pots, and will not break so easily."

    Yes, Zhao Hongyu¡¯s iron pot is the kind of black iron cooking pot often seen in rural areas.  It's just much smaller than the ones used in canteens, but it's enough to cook food for six people at once, and it's thick and not easy to break.

    This is the most valuable thing.

    After all, it is a product of the 21st century. Even the inferior iron products are of much better quality than those in Europe of this era.

    ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????? The pot which the ¡®white-skinned¡¯ people traded with the Indians, needless to say, was thin.  Moreover, they were still small and could not cook much food at once, which annoyed many Indians.

    For this reason, they had to buy several pots for each family.  In this way, it can be regarded as an advantage for the European country bumpkin, and in the process of fur trade, they have made tremendous profits.

    But who told the Indians that they did not have the skills to make iron, so they were eaten to death by the European rogues.

    As Zhao Hongyu and Atido chatted, he got a lot of information.

    At the same time, he also has a good grasp of the 'price' situation in this area.

    According to Atido, there are less than 100 warriors with iron weapons in their tribe.  The remaining warriors all still use wooden or stone weapons.

    This is completely good news for Zhao Hongyu.

    "Don't worry, I will have enough iron weapons to supply you in the future. And for the sake of our brothers, I will give you thirty beaver skins at a cheaper price than the fifty beaver skins."  .¡±

    Zhao Hongyu pretended to be generous and protected Artido.

    In fact, his heart was bleeding.

    However, in order to obtain the protection, support and friendship of the Mohican tribe, sometimes appropriate expressions are still necessary.

    ¡° Anyway, the price of thirty beaver skins can be considered a huge profit for Zhao Hongyu.

    You know, thirty beaver skins sold to the trading machine cost more than 8,000 yuan.  But how much does a low-quality pig iron ax cost a mere thirty or forty yuan.

    If this is not a huge profit, then what can be considered a huge profit.

    Artido was extremely excited. In his eyes, Zhao Hongyu was simply the incarnation of God.

    "Of course, I hope that when your father wakes up, he will tell you about my incident on the eastern seaside.I need your help.  ", Zhao Hongyu made a 'small' request with some embarrassment.

    ¡°Compared to the Dutch who bought Manhattan Island for 24 livres, I am already a saint.

    Although Zhao Hongyu knew that his methods were a bit unreasonable, he kept comforting himself in his heart.

    "Don't worry, my father will definitely agree. After all, this is of great benefit to us, and it's really shameful that we only gave you such a small reward." Attido lowered himself in shame.  He felt that Zhao Hongyu suffered a big loss, while the Mohican tribe took a big advantage.

    It¡¯s really simple. Don¡¯t they have any concept of land?

    Zhao Hongyu lamented in his heart.

    No wonder hundreds of years later, such a large Indian population would end up like that.

    And one thing that Altido also ignored at this moment is that the guarantees Zhao Hongyu is making now are all verbal guarantees.

    The transaction has not yet been realized.

    Who knows when his ¡®people¡¯ will find him.

    ;

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