She Is Not a Witch

Chapter 77 Fur Trading

After getting to know the brother and sister, the two caravans started a parallel journey.

Roland Hill wanted to meet the shamans of those big tribes, and the Lamia Chamber of Commerce happened to be going to those big tribes to purchase and trade.

The wagon train formed a long serpentine shape on the ground, leading to a group of tents in the distance.

Most of these large felt tents are white, surrounded by a vertical circle of wooden strips, covered with felt cloth or the like, with a circular spire on it, which is very similar to the grassland buildings in the memory of the girl.

Perhaps this is the inevitability created by the environment. Even if the knowledge of the past is not inherited, the living beings in this world have developed similar things.

The motorcade stopped at the outer edge of the felt tent group, and a tall and strong man in an animal skin vest came out. There were two huge upward curved horns on both sides of his head, and there were strange tattoos on his body, which gave a strong and powerful look. pressure.

"Long time no see, Holland." The bull-horned orc, who was close to three meters, stretched out his rough hand and shook hands with Holland. The scene was like a giant beast facing a chicken.

"Three years, I didn't expect you to grow so tall, Stanley." Holland looked at the bull-horned boy who was almost unrecognizable three years ago.

"Hahaha." The brawny man laughed loudly, and his voice was so loud that it could be heard for miles around.

"Life has gotten better in the past two years. Forget it, let's not talk about it. Come in and talk. You are here to buy goods this time."

"Yes." After speaking, the two were about to go inside, but Holland stopped suddenly.

"What's wrong?" The big man asked inexplicably, his voice extremely thick.

"I almost forgot, there are two more coming, one is my sister and the other is the leader of the caravan."

After finishing speaking, Holland said hello, and the entourage behind him also trotted to inform the rear. Then, the doors of the two carriages opened, and two girls walked out, one was Meier and the other was Lorenci. you.

After a few people entered the tall felt tent, they sat down around the open space in the middle and started talking.

"This Miss Lesia is the leader of the Lagertis caravan. She happened to meet on the road and happened to be on the way, so she came with us." Holland introduced.

"Lesia, this branch of the Bullhorn tribe, the son of the chief of the Redhorn tribe, Stanley."

"Hello." Lesia saluted slightly and looked at the interior of the felt tent. The space was very wide, and there was only white ash left in the open space in the middle, which should have been left over from barbecues and daily life.

"Hello."

Stanley nodded. Although he was surprised by the girl's appearance, he was more concerned about the Lamia Chamber of Commerce's transactions this year, because it was related to the entire tribe's livelihood for the next year.

"How many goods will the Lamia Chamber of Commerce buy this year?"

"Hehe, you also know this, as long as the quality is good, we basically have as much as we have and charge as much." Holland said boldly.

The horned strong man sat on the Atsugi chair with a big sword, raised his big palm and waved it before speaking.

"This year is different from the past. We must have enough production, but I don't know that Master Holland can't afford the price."

Stanley leaned on a chair made of thick logs, recalling this year's harvest, the corners of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

Since the flame singer brought brand new grass seeds two years ago, various tribes on the grassland have been rushing to plant them. This kind of pasture called alfalfa can be described as a godsend. It can be produced on all kinds of land, and the yield is extremely high. There is no need to rotate pastures as before.

As a result, the grazing land on the grassland seems to have increased by 3-4 times, and some previous conflicts also have a lot of buffer space.

After two years, livestock production has gradually increased, and it is foreseeable that this is just the beginning.

Of course, you can't tell all of this to the 'old friend' in front of you. If the other party knows the specific market situation, they will definitely take the opportunity to lower the price. The best way is to sign a long-term supply contract this time to ensure that these goods can be sold at a good price in the next few years.

Outsiders think that the bullhorns are stupid and rough, but in fact there are many smart individuals among them, Stanley is one of them. Under the rough appearance, he has a sharp heart.

"Oh, it seems that your tribe is doing well this year."

Holland was slightly surprised. The businessmen of the prairie knew what was going on because of their business dealings. Judging from Stanley's self-confidence, it was probably because he had defeated several nearby tribes in the past two years and gained a lot of pastures. and loot.

"Can I see the goods first?"

"No problem." Stanley put his two big hands on the armrests, stood up directly, and led the three out of the big tent to the warehouse behind the tribe where things were stored.

The thick waterproof cloth was lifted, and the bundled and tied furs were displayed in front of everyone. Stanley randomly took out a few pieces and placed them on the table beside him for Hollander and Roland Hill to watch.

Holland picked it up and looked at it carefully, twisted it slowly with his hands, and sniffed the smell, seeing that he was very skilled. Meier and Roland Hill stood aside, only stroking a little with their hands, and did not make any extra movements.

Meier did this because she believed in her brother's ability, while Roland Hill was assisted by the system and her own extraordinary perception, so she could understand the situation of these goods without doing that.

Although she appeared calm on the surface, the girl shook her head inwardly.

These furs may have been good, but the tanning techniques and techniques are so rudimentary that they tend to slip a bit, and they can even spoil if stored for a long time. The same is true of the goods she saw at the border market some time ago

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After the animal's fur is just peeled off, foreign objects such as fat and flesh will remain, which itself is not clean, and even smells.

If you want to make a coat or blanket, you have to start with cleaning, scraping, soaking, tanning, and then shaping, dyeing, anti-corrosion, etc. There was a complete set of technological processes in the previous civilization.

In today's world, although in the high-end field, because of its extraordinary power, it can provide products and services that are not inferior to those of the past, but in the field of ordinary people's livelihood, there is still a long way to develop.

“Very good quality batch!”

After checking several pieces, Holland couldn't help but give a thumbs up and praised loudly. Looking at his appearance, he seemed very satisfied.

"Hahaha, I didn't lie to you, brother." Stanley laughed too, clapping his big hand on Holland's shoulder, causing the latter's body to tremble. Not to be shot down at once.

"Then let's sign a contract for the next two years."

Putting down their fur, Stanley and Holland walked to another large tent, where today's wine and feast were being prepared, and they were ready to discuss the next matters while eating.

Lorraine Hill watched the two walk out of the tent talking and laughing. Knowing the current situation in the grassland, she naturally knew the plan of the big-horned man, and couldn't help but feel a burst of laughter.

It seems that there are many smart guys in this group of orcs.

But that's fine, smart people can at least make sense, if it were those stubborn stubborn people, she really didn't know what to do.

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