Chapter 341

And the finished product is always more valuable and more profitable than the raw material.

Yan Mo didn't want to only sell herbs and medicinal raw materials, so he could only be busy and make some easier-to-make medicines temporarily.

In the end, the most items displayed on the bright surface of Jiuyuan were cotton and linen singles, leather clothes and cotton-padded clothes that had already been made, followed by various medicines, and thirdly, various small household items including stone plates, wooden bowls, combs, cloth belts, etc.

In the evening, the empty stall opposite Jiuyuan and next to the Snake People was also occupied by the new tribe.

The newcomers were curious about the second floor on the opposite side, and some people came to visit.

Yuan Zhan stood at the window on the second floor, holding a deep stone mortar in his left hand and a stone pestle in his right hand, while using the stone pestle to grind the bones in the stone mortar into powder, he looked down and said: Another big tribe, with great strength, Maybe from far away"

Oh, how do you see that? "Yan Mo, who was cooking the ointment, raised his head.

They have Yuanjing ornaments hanging on them, just like Duofei. The snake people also have Yuanjing ornaments, but not as many as them. That Iroha had been with them all the time, and her face was wrinkled when she smiled. "

Not the three cities? "

Yuan Zhan shook his head, Sancheng has always been on the top, they can't come to participate in some tribe's market, and the big tribes such as Mogān will not want them to come. "

Yan Mo's hand stirring the stone pot paused slightly. Also, if he had a high-end purchase channel like Sancheng, he would naturally not want such a channel to fall into the hands of others. Monopoly has always been the most profitable business, no one. As long as other tribes can't get in touch with the Three Cities, then Moore and others can buy from the Three Cities." Naturally, they can charge whatever price they want.

After a night of silence, the next day, the market was full, all the booths were occupied, and even some small tribes who came here temporarily had no place, and could only squeeze together a few tribes.

As soon as it was dawn, the market was already noisy.

The screeching and whipping of the masters, the cries and beggings of the slaves, the wailing and roaring of the animals, and all kinds of cries, made the whole market come alive.

Slaves, war shòu, camel shòu, meat, fur, bones, herbs, fruits, living utensils and even weapons... Many things that were hidden yesterday have all been revealed today.

Meimei slept all night, and Yan Mo, who had eaten a full breakfast, waved his hand, with nine winds on his shoulders, a man-eater bee hanging from his waist, followed by a seventh-level god-blood warrior. Going into the market to hunt for treasures like this is a waste.

Chapter 230 Dear, don't forget the guide for cheating dad~~

Yan Mo doesn't know the depth of the tribe on the other side, and it's not good to ask the other side if he is willing to exchange Yuanjing.

And his first target was the fisherwomen who had bamboo but didn't use it as a cargo, but the fisherwomen were not in their row, and to go there, they had to go to the second row.

It is said that there are six rows of stalls in the entire market. Yesterday, Yan Mo took advantage of the fact that he stood taller than others. He took the entire market into his eyes, and he also had a general understanding of the distribution of power in this land.

All the stalls in the first row of the entrance belong to the Moor gān, and the Moor gān is also the largest tribe nearby.

The first stall in the second row belonged to the Bianxi tribe. The tribesmen occupying the second position looked very sturdy. The fisherwomen were in third place, followed by a small tribe of Ruogān.

The first booth in the third row belongs to the Snake People, and the second booth is a large tribe with Yuanjing ornaments. Yuan Zhan speculates that this tribe is likely to come from other places far away, that is, it does not belong to the Moorish tribe. sphere of influence.

The first place in the fourth row belongs to the Tuya clan, and the second place is Jiuyuan.

The fifth and sixth rows are the same, the first place is the relatively large clan within the sphere of influence of the Morocco, the second is a slightly weaker or distant visitor who does not belong to the sphere of influence of the Morocco, and the third After that, it was all small tribes.

I don’t know if it’s a deliberate arrangement or a natural formation. The first, second, third, fourth, and fifth and sixth rows are all face-to-face, while the second, third, and fourth and fifth rows are back-to-back, and there is a narrow passage in the middle.

Yan Mo has a clear goal, pointing directly at the fishermen.

It is rare to hear someone greeting you on the way. The people here probably haven't learned to shout and attract guests, but the liveliness is not low at all.

All the tribes left some to guard the stalls, while the other part of the people searched for desirable items in the market, so even if the stall owners did not take the initiative to say hello, there were still people who came to ask the use of the goods and exchange prices.

Snapped! "The crackling sound of the whip hitting the flesh.

At the same time, there was a young man's pained growl.

Snapped! "Another whip.

Yan Mo turned his head and saw two majestic men clipping the arm of a teenager, stepping on his head and pressing him to the mud.

The boy was naked and struggling, the whip fell on his back, buttocks and legs again and again.

Dare to run away? Not a little daring! Give me a shot! I don't stop, don't stop! "A one-eyed dragon with cloudy one-eyed eyes came out of the tent, and beckoned a slave to climb over and sit on his back, preventing his subordinates' whips from stopping.

The slaves of that tribe stood or knelt on the ground numbly watching this scene, no one begged for mercy for the young man, and no one dared to resist. People passing by are also familiar.

No one will talk much.

Yan Mo stepped forward and retracted.

He thought he could happily hunt for treasures, but he forgot the most important thing, that he also carried a super crap exile guide on his back!

It doesn't matter if this market is an ordinary market, but take a look and listen! Humans, animals, that scream and whine! This is a world that can openly and honestly sell human beings as goods and food!

It's a pity that he only walked a few steps, and before he reached the first goal, he saw that the guide would never let him go.

He was very helpless. If he hadn't seen the young slave being whipped, he could have just walked over there, but he had seen it. If he didn't care, if the young man was beaten to death like this, the guide would definitely count him as a dead end. save.

Seeing that the executioner's whip was getting heavier and heavier, and the boy's back and buttocks had been beaten with blood, Yan Mo walked over with a sullen face.

Yuan Zhan frowned slightly. Last night, Mo agreed with him and didn't plan to trade slaves in this market. Why did Mo suddenly change his mind?

Yuan Zhante stared at the boy who was whipped, but he didn't see anything special about the other party, but if he wanted to, then just change it.

Those slaves were all used for exchange. Yuan Zhan walked to Yan Mo's side and pointed at the row of slaves standing on the far right of the tribe's booth with his chin.

There are already some people there who are looking at and picking those slaves. They open the mouths of the slaves and check their teeth to judge whether they are young and middle-aged and whether they are healthy.

The first to be exchanged must be the least obedient and the worst in health, and there are few people who choose. The obedient ones will be gradually released after tomorrow, as well as the more precious female slaves. If you don't want to wait, you can go directly to the leader of the tribe who came to the market, as long as you give a certain benefit, you can choose first. "Yuan Zhan has participated in the market over Yuanji, and he knows these things very well.

Yan Mo looked at the slaves and found that although the slaves looked numb, there was still hatred in their eyes. When someone opened their mouths and looked at their bodies, they would tremble with shame and anger, and their hands would be held together because of patience. into a fist.

These slaves were all naked, with mud on their feet and bodies.

Snapped! "

what! "The juvenile slave who had been holding back and begging for mercy finally screamed.

Yan Mo found that when the teenager screamed, several of the slaves who were used for jiāoyi had their eyes red, but they did not dare to look in the direction of the teenager. Their hands were clenched into fists, so tight that blood dripped from their hands.

They know each other, and they are probably from the same race. Why don't they resist and work hard to win? "Yan Mo said in a low voice.

Yuan Zhan looked at Yan Mo with strange eyes and asked him: Do you know who we will kill first when the captured slaves resist? "

The first to resist? "

No, it was the chief's child and the priest's disciple. "

What about the priest? "

Priests and wizards will be the first to be killed! Priest disciples and the children of the leader will be temporarily left behind, so that the captured slaves will not dare to resist and escape, because as long as the priest disciples are alive, the inheritance of this clan may be passed on. Similarly, many tribes also regard the chief's children as the continuation of the most powerful bloodline. Although everyone knows that after selling all the captured slaves, any tribe will definitely kill all the priests, disciples, leaders and children, but people always have a bit of luck. "

Are you saying that the teenager is likely the hope of those slaves? "

right. He was probably a priest or disciple of that clan or the child of the leader, so he could escape, and he was the only one who escaped. "

I see. "It seems that 80% of the young man's escape was the result of the help of his clansmen, but unfortunately, the plan was not well planned, and he was still caught.

The one-eyed dragon made people beat the young man in public, in addition to punishment, it was also to kill the monkeys to show the monkeys, and to make those slaves be honest. And those slaves didn't dare to resist, and they didn't even dare to look at the young man one more time, probably because they were afraid that they would implicate the young man, and even more afraid that the one-eyed dragon would see the hatred in their eyes and really kill him.

Yuan Zhan thought Yan Mo was very strange. If Yan Mo saw that the boy was being beaten softly and wanted to save him, why didn't he ask for someone so far?

If Yan Mo knew what Yuan Zhan was thinking, he would definitely tell the other party that his behavior was not strange at all. He planned to save the young man, but not because of his heart, but because of the guide. The mood of taking the initiative to save and being forced to save is naturally different. Although the young man is pitiful, he has seen and heard too many poor people, and he has long since cultivated a cold heart.

Besides, the young man's injury looked severe, and in his eyes, it was nothing more than a skin injury that cost some medicine.

Besides, how could the young man show his greatness in saving people if he didn't get hurt a little more? The degree of gratitude obtained is different for saving people from minor injuries and for saving people from serious injuries.