Chapter 287 A small town by the seaside
“What animal is that?”
“Buffalo.”
“Are you kidding me?”
“ Do you have a woman? ”
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Frederick has become acquainted with the captain who sailed the ship for him in the past few days. The guy used to be a pirate, and he became unscrupulous in his words.
But Frederick was a little speechless when he looked at the animals on the shore basking in the sun after rolling in the mud.
Their snout does look a bit like a cow, but the body is as big as a manatee, a platypus, two or three meters long, with a smooth body surface, gray skin that looks tough, short limbs, and feet. The webbed, short, broad tail appears to be capable of paddling.
At this time, there was a boat passing by on the other side of the river. The boat was similar to the awning boat used by Lu Xun when he went to see the social opera, except that the ropes on the bow of the boat were tied with two such buffaloes, and a boatman was driving a carriage on the bow. The steering speed is much faster than walking.
Frederick could only sigh that the world is so wonderful.
The cages on that boat contained palm-sized birds with various and gorgeous feathers and different sounds.
The captain sighed after seeing it: "Good guy, that boatload of birds is enough to exchange for our ten boatloads of salt."
Frederick said helplessly: "It's not our side yet. It raises the price.”
One of the impacts of the opening of the Weisen State Zoo is the development of the animal trade. Now, no noble or businessman in Wesson State would be embarrassed to invite them if they don’t have one or two rare birds. Guests come to play at home.
This led to several chicken farms in Wisconsin taking advantage of the trend and starting to raise birds. The starting salary of graduates of the University of Wisconsin-Madison in the field of bird breeding as animal trainers suddenly doubled.
The captain said to Frederick: "If it weren't for the missing part of my leg, I would have gone to the forest to catch birds."
As he spoke, the steam paddle steamer began to dock.
This is the dock of a small town on the edge of the forest sea. It is quite large and looks very lively.
At first, the tax collector came up with his nostrils in the air to collect taxes. The captain pulled up his sleeves and showed him the shark tattoo on his arm. The cargo was exempted from tax.
Frederick asked curiously: "What's going on? It's tax-free?"
The captain smiled and replied: "We can get tax-free wherever the ship can go."
Frederick looked towards He gave a thumbs up.
The next step was to be very busy. The captain directed the sailors to help run around to contact warehouses and stalls, and inquire about prices.
In the coastal areas of the Kingdom of Kush, sea salt is slightly cheaper than wheat of the same weight, and can be sold for at least five times the price here. The fur here is quite cheap, and if you take it to the coast, it will be seven or eight times the price.
So Frederick disembarked here, and they also wanted to take some goods back with them.
That night, Frederick treated the captain and crew to a two-meter-long grilled python at the best restaurant in town.
These men felt that Duke Wesson could handle it, so before leaving the next day, they left some weapons imported by Wesson for him.
Yesterday, the captain helped Frederick find half a storefront selling salt on the commercial street in the town, and next to it was a store selling linen.
The cloth seller was very talkative, and he and Frederick sat under the awning in front of the store and chatted.
"The best cloth in Linhai is spider silk cloth." The cloth boss said, "Don't think spiders are ugly, but their silk is thin and elastic when you boil it in hot water, but it is not easy to dye."
As he spoke, he asked his wife to bring a piece of spider silk cloth to Frederick. The snow-white cloth had good elasticity and was relatively smooth.
At this time a group of people came over, led by a thin middle-aged man wearing linen clothes with seven beautiful feathers on his chest. The middle-aged man was followed by a dozen people pushing carts. These thin people were wearing clothes and skirts made of torn linen, leaves and slime plastic bags.
The man brought a piece of spider silk cloth, bargained with the cloth boss in the accented language of the Kingdom of Kush, and exchanged it for twenty pieces of linen cloth.
He saw that Frederick was selling salt, so he returned most of the linen cloth to Boss Bu and asked Boss Bu to give the money to Frederick. Then he went to the medicine owner diagonally across the street and asked the medicine owner to exchange the medicines on his cart for money. I bought several large bags of 50 kilograms of salt each.
After the guests left, Boss Bu said to Frederick very seriously: "That man just now is the king."
"Huh?!" Frederick was stunned, "It's just him. That's right?"
"That's right!" Boss Bu said with a smile, "There are two thousand people in his country!"
Frederick smiled and shook his head. King.
Boss Bu continued: "What they say in their own country is whatever they say, but when they go to town, they have to be obedient, otherwise there is no hope of buying anything."
Frederick could only smile and shake his head. Shake his head.
Boss Bu continued: "Did you just see the feathers on his chest? For every 300 people in their country, the king can insert a feather. This is a symbol of national strength."
< br>Frederick thought for a while, and the data obtained after last year's census in Wesson was that the local population and permanent foreign population totaled about 450,000, which meant that he could have 1,500 feathers in his chest.
The picture is too beautiful to imagine.
Without a word of conversation, an earl with three feathers on his chest pulled the fur owner across the street over. This earl wanted to buy a hundred kilograms of salt.
After the business was done, Frederick asked Boss Bu: "Don't those noble gentlemen have any money?"
Boss Bu shook his head and said: "Why do they want money? Everything to eat and drink in the forest can be obtained from the fields and woods, so I went out to buy something."
Frederick nodded and asked: "What is the most profitable thing to sell here?"< br>
Boss Bu said: "Of course it's your Wesson gun from Wesson State, but it's the royal family's business and we can't touch it."
Frederick asked again: "What about the least profitable one?"
Boss Bu laughed, pointed to a store at the end of the street and said, "That's the bookstore over there."
>Then he said disdainfully: "Those savages don't know how to read. That bookstore can't sell a single book. But now they rent it to us and people from other places to pass the time, so they won't starve to death."
Frederick shook his head helplessly.
At this time, a group of men carrying spears and several magicians passed by. They all looked like very tough warriors.
Frederick asked, and Boss Bu said: "They are all World of Warcraft hunters. Like you, they are going to take advantage of the rainy season to go into the forest to hunt Warcraft."
The team stopped. After some exchanges, I came over to ask Frederick if the salt was sold in bulk.
The salt here in Frederick is 250 grams in a pack, and a large pack is 50 kilograms. I opened a large pack and gave them some. I took the opportunity to invite them to drink in the evening and ask Lin Haili for advice. Warcraft.
Those Warcraft hunters saw that Frederick was from the north and was working alone. He was here for training and not to steal business, so they readily agreed.
Seeing that it was almost noon, a group of people came. The queen at the head asked Frederick: "How much salt do you still have? If it is not too much, I will take it all."
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Frederick smiled and said: "I still have more than ten tons in the warehouse."
The queen said: "I want them all, I have gold coins."
(End of this chapter) )