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- "My son and the wizard both told me that it was you, a guest from afar, who saved me. I am extremely grateful."
The day passed quickly, and in a blink of an eye it was the morning of the next day.
Because of the penicillin, Atido¡¯s father finally woke up and looked much better than yesterday.
Zhao Hongyu was also very happy to see Altido's father's condition improving.
"You can't ignore death. My father has taught me since I was a child that I must help others when I have the ability." Zhao Hongyu responded humbly and bowed his head.
"Your father is great." Samara, Atido's father, looked at Zhao Hongyu sincerely and said. "Listen my son, you need that land to the east by the sea?"
This old patriarch, he is not nagging. He directly asked about the matter that his son asked him about just now.
Zhao Hongyu nodded: "Yes, if you allow it, then I would like to obtain the right to use and control that land." He answered calmly, not evasive.
Samara closed her eyes, thought for a while and then said: "Yes, we Indians should be friendly to each other. I understand that you need a piece of land for the tribe to recuperate. But, you can really guarantee that your tribe can find you. "?" When he heard his son talking about trade, he made up his mind to accomplish this.
¡°After all, the price offered by Zhao Hongyu is very fair, much fairer than the black-hearted ¡®white skinners¡¯.
??Besides, if trade can be done, why must we trade with the "white skinned people"? Now an Indian tribe can completely replace the "white skins".
"I can completely guarantee this. They will be able to find me in the afternoon at most." Zhao Hongyu's expression was extremely serious, as if it was really happening.
Looking at his serious expression, Samara had no choice but to believe him.
"As long as they find me, then I can ask them to tell my father to bring the things we want to trade." Zhao Hongyu said firmly. "In this way, everyone will no longer have to pay attention to the white-skinned people." His words made the tribal elders who came to see Samara in the morning nodded.
Yes, if this thing really comes to pass, of course those ¡®white-skinned¡¯ people don¡¯t need to pay attention to it anymore.
Anyway, they are trading axes and pots, since the brothers of the Indian tribes make them, and the quality is much better than the white ones, and at the same time it is cheaper.
Of course they will choose.
At the same time, the elders of the Mohican tribe really hate the black-hearted ¡®white-skinned¡¯ people.
Subsequently, in front of all the elders of the tribe, Samara agreed to transfer all the land in the New York area on the eastern seaboard to Zhao Hongyu. At this point, the area that would become the most prosperous city in the United States in the future became Zhao Hongyu's possession.
"New York" in the future is now just a place called "Bapong" in Indian language.
Samara and Zhao Hongyu agreed to use a small river as a boundary to divide the spheres of influence of the Mohawk and Zhao Hongyu tribes.
In other words, all the land to the east belongs to Zhao Hongyu.
Of course, this is true in theory, and it is also true in Indian jurisprudence.
But the question is, there are only four of Zhao Hongyu and the others now. Can he protect such a large area of ??land?
You must know that the area of ????the land in the east is not small.
Zhao Hongyu stretched out his right index finger and touched Samara's index finger. In this way, the agreement was concluded and came into effect.
Oooo!
When the two index fingers touched together, the tribal elders shouted "Oh!"
After shouting for a while, everyone shifted their attention and became interested in the iron knives and pots that Zhao Hongyu took out.
Wang Shan and the others began to set up pots on the marching stoves they had dug long ago and began to cook porridge.
As Zhao Hongyu explained to everyone and asked everyone to remember the price of future transactions, all the elders nodded with satisfaction.
To be honest, the exchange price of Zhao Hongyu¡¯s iron products is really a conscientious price compared to the white-skinned ones.
Everyone agrees with this from the bottom of their hearts.
"You didn't eat anything when you came in the morning, right?" Zhao Hongyu asked with concern as he looked at everyone with a smile. In fact, he had known for a long time that these tribal elders came with empty stomachs.
Because he asked Artido, he knew very well that in the morning Moxi basicallyPeople in the Gan tribe don¡¯t eat very much.
After all, eating those tired meats early in the morning is really unbearable.
So, many times people just don¡¯t eat it.
Zhao Hongyu gave Wang Shan a wink, and Wang Shan opened the wooden lid on the iron pot, and the aroma of rice suddenly filled the entire tent.
What does this smell like? It smells so good!
It has a refreshing aroma and a meaty flavor, but it¡¯s not very strong!
What are those white things? Why have I never seen them before?
After Wang Shan opened the lid and saw the rice porridge in the iron pot clearly, the elders began to whisper among themselves.
However, unlike their reactions, Altido and his father swallowed hard, especially Altido's father, who seemed a bit unimageable.
In the middle of the night, Atido¡¯s father woke up.
Because of penicillin, Atido¡¯s father Samara recovered quickly. Although he has not fully recovered, the inflammation has slowly subsided.
When he woke up, he felt hungry because he hadn't eaten anything well in the past few days.
When Samara woke up, Zhao Hongyu and Atido both felt it. So they also stood up one after another and gathered around to ask.
Hearing that he was hungry, Zhao Hongyu asked Wang Shan to heat up the meat porridge, and then mixed a little mustard for him to eat a bowl.
After all, his condition has just improved and he cannot be allowed to eat and drink as much as he wants.
And it was this bowl of porridge that completely hooked Samara's greedy mind and made him never forget it again.
A bowl of meat porridge with pickled mustard is not enough for Samara.
"It's a pity that no matter how hard he insisted, Zhao Hongyu would never feed him again.
??????????????? It¡¯s just right to be sick, the spleen and stomach have not recovered yet, so you must be restrained in not overeating.
"I'm obviously hungry, why don't I give him something to eat?"
¡°However, considering that this young man saved his life, he still followed Zhao Hongyu¡¯s advice.
Besides, his son Artido kept trying to persuade him to be obedient and so on.
In this way, Samara has endured until now.
He has never eaten this kind of fragrant meat porridge. Especially after adding those mustard vegetables, the taste is unforgettable after eating it.
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As she was thinking about it, there was a sound in Samara's stomach.
Attido opened his mouth slightly and glanced at his old father.
"What are you looking at? It's normal for your stomach to make noises, isn't it? Don't you make any noise when you're hungry?" Samara rolled her eyes and said to her son Atido. "So don't look at me like that, I don't like it."
In desperation, Atido had no choice but to look away.
Wang Shan had already taken out the wooden bowl and filled it with bowls of meat porridge with mustard. Zhang Tie and Song Hu handed it to the Indian elders sitting around.
In the next two hours, Wang Shan didn¡¯t stop at all except making porridge.
And Zhao Hongyu continued to teach the elders how to make rice.
Within these two hours, the elders ate bowl after bowl of delicious food, even if they already felt their bellies were full, they still wanted to eat more.
I never knew there was such a delicious breakfast in the world.
Everyone¡¯s heart involuntarily had such an idea.
??????????? In fact, they know that porridge will feel particularly delicious when eaten in the morning.
This is why Zhao Hongyu chose to give these tribal elders a taste at this time in the morning.
As expected, after everyone ate the meat porridge with pickled mustard specially prepared by Zhao Hongyu, they all expressed great interest in this kind of food.
Of course, an iron pot for cooking porridge is also good.
It¡¯s much better than the pots made by the ¡®white-skinned¡¯ people.
After having breakfast, the elders surrounded Zhao Hongyu and raised some questions of their own.
" Zhao Hongyu also answered and explained one by one, and said that he could let them make this kind of meat porridge and sell mustard. Zhao Hongyu also gave these elders a black iron pot each on the spot.
At the same time, Zhao Hongyu also told these elders that this kind of rice can not only be used to make porridge but also to be eaten as "rice", and it tastes good when paired with mustard.?Very nice.
In order to convince everyone, Zhao Hongyu asked Wang Shan to cook a pot of rice and served it with mustard for everyone to try.
Although everyone ate a lot of porridge in the morning, we are not hungry at all now.
But I also tried a little bit, and sure enough, as Zhao Hongyu said, this method changed the taste of the 'rice' and it was not bad.
I heard that Zhao Hongyu still had some mustard stock in hand, and the elders immediately offered their own prices to buy it.
100 bags of Fuling mustard cost 50 cents, and the total value is only 50 yuan.
¡°But in this place, I was able to exchange for three mink skins worth more than a thousand yuan.
Huge profits, really huge profits!
And Zhao Hongyu used the mustard on his body to exchange for 60 mink pelts and 40 bear pelts directly in the tent.
Of course, this is not all due to the mustard, but also to the iron pot.
??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? As long as they supply everything they eat every day by themselves, it won¡¯t be possible to make money.
When you make money, you can buy a ship and start sailing trade.
Now that we have arrived in 1620, I would be really sorry for myself if I didn¡¯t try my luck at sea.
Zhao Hongyu lowered his head, his eyes flickered and then waved to Wang Shan: "I decided to open a cooking class in this tribe. You will finally teach them how to make porridge and rice. As long as they are used to it, We don¡¯t have to worry about selling our pots, rice and pickled mustard."
Zhao Hongyu thought quickly. In order to promote his pot, rice and pickled mustard, he decided to let Wang Shan hold a cooking class to teach them how to use this pot to make porridge and stuffed rice
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