Chapter 206 206: Wool

Aslan jumped out of the carriage, and saw Dortloo running towards him with four hooves.

"Aslan, you are finally here." Duotlu was already strong, standing up with his whole body, nearly three meters high, looking at Aslan with his head down.

"Sorry! It took a lot of time to raise food and sell fur among the lords recently." Aslan shook his head and said with a wry smile.

As soon as Dortlo grabbed Aslan, he put it on his back, stomped all four hooves, and rushed into the City Lord's Mansion of the Windy City at a terrifying speed. There were already many representatives of the centaur race there, and Millie, the prairie elf, was also there, but They also had a male prairie elf this time.

Veletta and the others were blocked from the door, and Cu Chulainn held his elf spear with a face full of indifference.

The half-elf knights were very dissatisfied, and wanted to rush in, almost making a fuss.

Only then did Duotlu react to the people and let them enter the City Lord's Mansion.

"You all wait outside." Aslan gave them an order, but when passing by, he secretly slapped Veletta's butt.

"I heard that Your Excellency Aslan's business is done with the human race. He is really a role model for my generation."

Aslan looked at the person who came, secretly vigilant in his heart.

"Over there, all I earn is hard money, and the key is everyone's help."

"Let's not talk nonsense, Aslan is a friend of our centaurs, and we don't play these fancy things with you elves." Dortue pulled Aslan to sit down, put the frozen beef prepared in advance on the table, and Good kumiss.

Aslan was not too polite. He just woke up and was hungry, so he started to eat with the ingredients on his stomach. The grassland elves next to him almost stared at him.

Dortlo slowly stepped aside, and a thin and old centaur sat opposite Aslan.

Aslan raised the croissant he had taken away, and raised his hand to the other party as a greeting.

"Our prairie has encountered the greatest crisis in history." The old man said straightforwardly.

Aslan put down the mare's milk and asked solemnly, "Is it a plague of locusts?"

The old man nodded. There is no way to hide such a big event as the locust plague in the North Wind Prairie. Anyone who is interested can get the news with a little investigation.

"You need food, right? But didn't you get a lot last time? It should last for a while." Aslan said doubtfully.

"Indeed, but our granary was attacked by the Ottoman kingdom five days ago. Despite our best efforts to save it, we lost two-thirds of it."

The old man's words made Aslan's face serious.

"I'll go back to allocate food right away. There's no problem with emergency rescue, but if the quantity is too large, I'm worried that the human race won't buy it."

"I understand this, I'll ask someone to arrange it right away, but do you really want everything?" the old man said still a little worried.

Aslan nodded affirmatively.

"By the way, I need top-quality horses, not too many, just a few horses, but it must be the best."

Hearing that Aslan wanted a war horse, the old man's face changed slightly, especially on the grassland elf's side, who almost stood up.

"A few horses are enough?" the old man asked tentatively.

"Of course, the human aristocrats have developed a new game called horse racing. The faster the horse, the more valuable it is. I'm not bragging. Not long ago, a top-quality horse sold for more than 1,000 gold coins." Aslan said. Said with longing face.

Hearing that a war horse can be sold for more than a thousand gold coins, the old man was moved.

One thousand gold coins is equivalent to ten million copper coins, but the current price of food is sold in copper coins per catty. It may be much more expensive to buy from foreign races and human races, but you can also buy a lot of food.

"A horse can really sell for a thousand gold coins." The old man asked tentatively.

Aslan shook his head and said: "I'm just talking about the highest price. After all, the horses have to run, and they usually have to earn a little hard work. After all, they have to be sent up and down so far, so that they can be delivered to the noble lord. I can only buy at this price at most."

"Four hundred gold coins! This is too little." The old man shook his head and said.

"It's a lot, and I have to take a lot of risks. If I can't sell it, I have to pay for it myself." Aslan said with the appearance of a profiteer.

The old man also hesitated. If Aslan agreed directly, then he would definitely suspect Aslan's ulterior motives. Now that Aslan refused to give up the profits, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. At least he can be sure that Aslan Lan is really a businessman.

"Also! I can buy ten horses if I'm asked. I only need five horses in the early stage. No, three horses are fine." Aslan said with a countenance.

The old man felt more relieved, what was the use of buying war horses on such a small scale.

"Three horses are three horses! We harvested another batch of wool and exchanged it directly for grain. How are we going to exchange it?" the old man said directly.

Last time they only negotiated to buy wool for the next transaction, but did not discuss the price of wool.

Aslan stretched out five fingers subconsciously.

"How much is five to one?" The old man frowned slightly.

Aslan stretched out a finger. It was also his first time to do this business. In his previous life, he directly conquered the centaur tribe and raised sheep on a large scale.

"Five catties of wool for one catty of grain is quite kind." The old man nodded in satisfaction after seeing Aslan's fingers.

Aslan's jaw almost dropped. What he really meant was to exchange five catties of grain for one catty of wool. He was worried that the price would be too low and he would be rejected. If he hadn't considered the situation in the North Wind Prairie, he would have planned to buy it with gold coins. up.

Seeing this price, Aslan felt a little guilty about how much wool the centaurs had stored.

"Then how much food are you going to exchange?"

"This time we shipped over a million catties of wool, all dried in the sun." The old man said regretfully, as if he had lost his luck.

Aslan opened his mouth into an O shape, stood up and asked, "How much wool is there in your tribe?"

The old man was full of embarrassment, and he looked at the grassland elf next to him in embarrassment, and the grassland elf also subconsciously avoided his eyes. After they knew that the centaur had stored wool for so many years, they were also shocked.

At the beginning, Millie also said that she only sold wool and not sheep. Now she doubts whether the province of Melox can eat so much wool.

"What's the old gentleman's name?" Aslan asked after taking a deep breath.

The old man said with some embarrassment: "The old man Inzaghi is a representative elected by the various tribes of the Centaur tribe."

"How much wool do you have?"

Aslan Yufeng turned around and asked.

Inzaghi said very ashamedly: "I don't know about other tribes, just like our tribe! We have raised 100,000 sheep this year, harvested twice a year, and can produce two to three catties of wool each time."

Aslan was stunned. A tribe can produce 500,000 to 600,000 catties of wool every year. He subconsciously asked, "Why do you raise so many sheep?"