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- Hi, Heitong, you are back!
Yes, I just went to the forest not far away with Emma and picked some mushrooms to prepare for lunch.
Back in the Mohican tribe¡¯s camp, people greeted Zhao Hongyu one after another.
For Zhao Hongyu, the man who brought changes to their lives, everyone in the Mohican tribe showed great kindness and friendship.
They sincerely hope that Zhao Hongyu can come up with more good things in the days to come.
There were constant greetings along the way, and Zhao Hongyu responded to them one by one with a smile.
When a group of them arrived in front of the big tent in the center of the camp, Zhao Hongyu's pupils shrank. Because he saw dozens of white-skinned guys standing outside the tent chatting in boredom.
Europeans!
Yes, Zhao Hongyu will not fail to recognize these guys.
¡°You can easily tell from their dress and skin color that these guys are Europeans on the American continent.
Why do these guys appear in the Mohican tribe?
Zhao Hongyu was thinking about it, he couldn't figure it out.
¡°Could it be thatthey also know about the gold mines in the streams deep in the forest?
Thinking of this, Zhao Hongyu's heart sank.
Of course, he felt that his guess was not very reliable. After all, he had only just learned about the gold there. It is impossible for these Europeans to know earlier than themselves, so their guess must be wrong.
But why are these guys here?
"Hmph! The annoying white skins are here again. They come to our tribe every spring." Just as Zhao Hongyu was thinking wildly, the little girl Emma's smiling face instantly turned cold and serious. She looked at Those white people looked very disgusted.
And when Zhao Hongyu heard what the little girl Emma said, he understood something.
"Emma, ??are these white-skins coming to the tribe for trade?" Zhao Hongyu stopped and squatted down and asked. The little girl Emma nodded and replied: "Yes, these greedy white-skinned people will come to the tribe every spring to exchange furs with us, but the prices they offer are really low, not at all. Fair." The little girl's tone revealed deep reluctance.
"But I think they will definitely return empty-handed this time, because all the furs in the tribe have been replaced by you, Black Eyes." When talking about this matter, Emma's face showed a smile again.
It can be seen that the fact that these white-skinned people cannot benefit from it makes the little girl very happy.
Yes, because of Zhao Hongyu¡¯s arrival, it can be said that all the furs in the Mohican tribe were exchanged with him. The Mohican tribe now has no fur inventory at all.
Therefore, this time the ¡®white-skinned¡¯ people will definitely return empty-handed. The little girl Emma was right about that, not at all.
"We need a fair exchange, but these white men are too greedy. The price they gave is not fair at all. Although we can't make those iron tools, we are not stupid.", the little girl said about those things When the European merchants gave the exchange price, they had angry expressions on their faces.
In this regard, Zhao Hongyu said nothing.
What can he say? Productivity determines some things, and there is no way to change this.
The Indians have a great demand for iron products, which determines the outcome of certain things. In addition, they do not understand some economic knowledge, so it is normal for them to be deceived by Europeans.
??History, Indians have never escaped this vicious circle.
¡°Just because I came here, there may be some small deviations.
Well!
It¡¯s so delicious. What kind of food is this?
Putting down the delicate wooden bowl in his hand, Baker asked with unfinished meaning.
¡°Friends from distant tribes brought us a delicacy called Mohawk, which gave our tribe an extra food¡± Artido revealed the origin of mustard in a showy manner.
Baker's eyes flickered for a moment, and then he asked casually: "Did the other party give these foods for free? If so, I would like to take them back." As soon as Baker finished speaking, Atido rolled his eyes and answered. Said: "According to you white people, how can there be a free lunch in this world. Besides, we don't ask for things from our friends in vain. We get them in exchange for furs."
Altido¡¯s father gave Altido a fierce wink, but it was a pity that young Altido did not see it.
"I don't know how much a piece of skin can be exchanged for such delicious food." Baker slowly lowered his head and asked at the same time.
He needs to know a rough idea so that he can calculate the profit brought by this kind of 'pickled mustard'.
The sensitive Baker has already felt that this guy whom the Mohicans call a friend is likely to be a powerful rival in his business.
"One beaver skin can be exchanged for fifty bags of mustard. This is a very cost-effective exchange. Compared with you white people, I think this is very fair." This time, the person who answered Baker's question was sitting at Atty. The number one warrior of the Mohicans, 'Black Bear', is always around.
hey-hey
Baker laughed dryly while calculating quickly in his mind.
It¡¯s not like I don¡¯t know. After calculating it like this, Baker took a breath of air.
This little pickle may seem inconspicuous, but it is definitely a money-making machine.
A piece of nutria skin is nothing to the Mohican tribe, but to Baker it is nothing but silver coins.
He only needs to get a beaver skin, wait until a ship comes in April, and sell it to the captains for the price of four French livres.
In the past, I only had to pay for a low-quality ax worth a few Su silver coins, and I could exchange it for thirty or forty sea skins.
This is simply a huge profit.
Of course, if it weren¡¯t for such huge profits, why would Baker take the risk and come to the American continent?
In the following chat, Baker knew more and more details.
Although everyone in the Mohican tribe did not want to reveal too much information about Zhao Hongyu to Baker. But they had no way to resist the trap in Baker's words, and were tricked out of the information bit by bit.
The son of an Indian tribe leader from the north, this tribe is at war with the French. At the same time, this tribe possesses some advanced technologies that are completely different from the Indian tribes they have come into contact with.
This tribe called ¡®Zhao¡¯ has smelting technology and can make sharp iron knives. Baker could confirm this because he had observed in detail the machetes and axes worn by the Mohican warriors.
Indeed, the workmanship is much better and sharper than the one he sells.
Baker already felt that his business was about to end.
"No, I must find a way to eliminate this tribe. If I don't eliminate it, how can I continue to do this hugely profitable fur trade." Baker secretly made a decision in his heart.
Originally, for Baker, the Mohican tribe was his largest source of furs. Every spring, he could exchange low-quality scraps of copper and iron worth a few silver coins for precious furs here.
However, this time he was disappointed.
And the person who brought all this was the man from the ¡®Zhao¡¯ tribe who suddenly appeared.
Baker¡¯s heart was bleeding continuously, and it was not pleasant at all to feel the white silver coins flying away.
"Since the tribe has no demand for iron products, I won't force it. I still have some of everyone's favorite things that can be exchanged." Baker knew that he had no idea about the exchange of iron products, so He thought he would try the Indians' favorite rum.
No matter what, I can¡¯t come here in vain this time, I have to make some business.
At the same time, Baker kept cursing the Mohicans in his mind.
Damn native Indians, noble Uncle Baker will want you to look good sooner or later. Even though you have so many people, you are really too backward in my eyes.
I should bring together other Indian tribes to break up the Mohican tribe and weaken its power.
Well, this is a great idea.
So next, what tribe should I let join?
The Punk tribe is good. They are known to covet the land of the Mohican tribe. The Chikein tribe is also good. They and the Mohican are feuding
Baker, who has a friendly and dangerous face, has a very vicious plan in his heart.
"We don't have much demand for rum, because that kind of wine is really like what women drink." After hearing what Baker said, Black Bear took out a wooden bottle from his arms and dangled it in front of Baker's eyes. After a while, he opened the lid and said, "Gudong, Gudong." He raised his head and took a few sips.
ha!
After taking a long breath, a strong aroma of wine suddenly filled the tent.
A bunch of mohawksThe ghosts swallowed their saliva one after another and looked greedily at the wooden bottle in the black bear's hand. Their eyes really wanted to knock him down with a punch.
After letting out a wine burp, Black Bear felt the looks and jealousy of the old drunkards. He placed the wooden bottle in front of Baker with satisfaction and gently raised his hand.
The meaning is obvious, that is, let Baker have a taste.
"Damn Black Bear, he really has a good daughter. Little Emma always works behind Heitong, and gets some Erguotou to satisfy his greed every day." Looking at Black Bear's coaxing expression, Mo Mo The drunkards and elders of Xiqian began to complain among themselves.
The elders¡¯ conversation was quite loud, and Baker vaguely heard some of it.
It seems that the wine in this wooden bottle is called "Erguotou", a very weird name.
But he still picked up the wooden bottle and tasted it like a black bear.
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Ha ha ha ha!
Seeing Baker choked on the liquor, Black Bear and the others laughed heartlessly.
What a good wine. This tribe called ¡®Zhao¡¯ must be wiped out!
Of course, I must get the brewing method of this kind of wine!
Although Baker was laughed at by the Mohicans, he was not angry. At the same time, he shouted wildly in his heart. Because after he tasted this wine, he immediately judged the value of this wine.
"Father, I'm back."
While Baker was thinking with his head down, the leather curtain of the tent was opened. A cute little girl walked in from outside, holding a golden thing in her hand.
Baker¡¯s face turned red in an instant, as if all the blood rushed to the top of his head.
God, what did I see? Mary, Jesus, Satan
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