Yan Mo sat cross-legged on Jiufeng's back, seeing the arrogant and respectful attitude of Morgan and his party, he couldn't help but re-evaluate the weight of the seventh-level sacred-blood warrior.
Hundreds of them nest here, and they rarely communicate with the outside world. The enemies they have encountered since the establishment of the city are all terrifyingly powerful types such as the bird-man Fili and the mermaid witch. What level can it be outside.
Yan Mo is confident that Jiuyuan's fighting power is not inferior to that of the Yuanji and the Sun-Bailing tribe, but this is for tribes that have no or very few blood-sacred fighters. Once he encounters a tribe with unknown details like Morgan, he would rather Be more careful, and none of his people can afford to wear out.
Jiufeng said that the two-legged monster sitting on the back of the largest spinning turtle was the most powerful among the pedestrians, and the others were not strong in fighting.
Of course, the lack of combat power was due to Jiu Feng. Only six people in this group dared to go deep into the wild land that Duofei and the others called, so they would not be weak.
However, Yan Mo is more interested in the clothes of these people and their luggage than the force.
When he saw Duofey, he guessed that the world already had something like a spinning machine, and now he saw the Morgan businessman in linen and fur, and he was even more sure. Moreover, the other side's sackcloth looks much more delicate and soft than what Jiuyuan is making now, which shows that their weaving technology is relatively mature. And four of these six people wore spar ornaments similar to Duo Fei's, only different in color, size and shape.
Yan Mo had already learned about Yuan Jing's effect on the blood warriors, so he guessed whether those four had supernatural powers, while the other two were ordinary people.
Next, Yuan Zhan spoke after carefully looking around at the six people, and went straight to the point: "Can you exchange a large number of slaves?"
Qi Yuan didn't feel that Yuan Zhan's attitude was rude at all, so he quickly replied: "Yes."
"In exchange for what?"
"Crystal coins, food, weapons, mounts, war slaves, or other valuable things are fine."
"Where's the salt?"
"Do you have salt?" Qi Yuan's eyes flashed with brilliance, "Salt can of course be used as an exchange. Salt rocks, salt soil, and refined salt grains can be traded for different values according to their purity. The purer the salt The higher the value of the grains. I wonder which one you can trade here?"
Yan Mo was a little worried that Yuan Zhan would reveal his background, but Yuan Zhan turned out to be much more cunning than he thought. He asked Qi Yuan, "What is your best grain of salt? Take it out and let me see."
Qi Yuan nodded to an attendant, and that attendant quickly took out a small handful of salt grains from the salute package tied to the turtle shell.
Lan Die jumped off the horse, walked forward, took a look at the handful of salt, curled her lips, picked up another grain, tasted it, immediately frowned, and spat it out. In fact, the salt grains are not bad, even much better than the original ones used by the Yuanji Tribe, but compared to the red salt that Jiuyuan is using now, there is no comparison at all.
After Lan Die made sure that the grain of salt was fine, she turned around and walked back to hand the salt to Yuan Zhan.
Lan Die didn't say a word, but his expression was enough to explain everything.
Qi Yuan was ecstatic in his heart, this tribe has salt, and the salt tastes better than Morgan. Goddess above! The priest of this tribe must have brought the method of making salt in the three cities, otherwise the soldier would not have that expression. You must know that the salt grains in his hand are already the best salt in the Moorgan tribe!
And as long as the large tribes know how difficult it is to get the goods from the three cities, especially the upper and middle cities, bone refining products and salt grains called fine salt and refined salt are even more precious. , you can’t even exchange Yuanjing coins.
Fortunately, he made a trip here temporarily, thanks to his stupid brother, if he wasn't stupid enough to rape his own woman, and their father wouldn't let him kill him, he wouldn't be afraid that he couldn't help it for a while and take over This transaction is usually led by a fourth-level sacred-blood warrior.
This must be the mother god's compensation for him!
Yuan Zhan also picked up a grain of salt and licked it, and then asked Lan Die to return the rest to the follower.
"If it is such a grain of salt, how many slaves can you exchange for that bag?"
"Can change..."
Yuan Zhan interrupted Qi Yuan suddenly, "Mogan is not far away." After they had Jiufeng and Wildebeest.
Qi Yuan secretly inhaled, immediately pressed his greed, and replied honestly: "Like this bag of salt grains that has been refined and can be used by two adults for half a year, it can be replaced by a full-bodied person who can understand simple common language." , Healthy ordinary male slaves between the ages of eight and twelve. If combat effectiveness is needed, five packs for first-level fighters, ten packs for second-level fighters, and an additional charge for fighters above third rank.”
According to Yuan Zhan's estimation, the weight of this bag of salt is equivalent to about six catties of Jiuyuan's. The grains are finer than those provided by the Yanshan tribe, and the taste is not so bitter.
When Yan Mo heard that a few catties of salt could change a person, he didn't know whether to be happy or surprised. Salt and tea prices are comparable to gold, and slaves are inferior to worthless things. How similar is this to the world of his previous life
Speaking of which, the world wonders if tea has been discovered? He vaguely mentioned it to Duo Fei once, but he didn't hear her mention anything similar, maybe he hasn't discovered it yet
Qi Yuan looked at Yuan Zhan's face, and added: "My lord, this is the price for your tribe to go to Morgan to exchange for slaves. If we need to send the slaves here, due to the long and dangerous journey, and the loss of slaves, we will pay more for the slaves. It also costs five slaves a bag of salt."
Yuan Zhan had no expression on his face, and beckoned Lan Die to come over, and said something to him.
Lan Die understood, mounted her horse, turned around and ran towards the watchtower, and after a while, she came back with a packet of red salt.
Yuan Zhan threw the small packet of red salt to Qi Yuan, "Look at it."
Qi Yuan took the salt bag and opened it carefully. When he saw the salt grains inside, he clenched his hands tightly and then relaxed again.
fine salt! No, maybe refined salt! The grains of salt are much finer than the salt he took out, just like snowflakes, but reddish snowflakes that have been stained with blood.
"Is this salt?" He had never seen salt of this color.
Yuan Zhan nodded.
Qi Yuan also didn't believe that a high-ranking blood warrior would deceive him with fake salt, so he dipped a little bit of it with his finger, wiped it on his lips, and then licked it with his tongue, savoring it carefully.
Salty, fresh and cool. There is no trace of bitterness, and it melts when you touch your tongue. Even if it is not refined salt, it is definitely the finest fine salt that can only be found in Sancheng!
Why do you speculate that this is not refined salt? Because he saw with his own eyes that ordinary second-level soldier came out of the wooden platform with that bag of salt in his hand, what does that mean
It shows that this bag of salt is only used by ordinary soldiers, but how could the nobles, priests and leaders in this tribe use the same salt as ordinary soldiers? Doesn't that mean that there must be better salt in this tribe
Qi Yuan raised his head, took a deep breath and said, "My lord, do you have a lot of this kind of salt? How many slaves do you want?"
Yuan Zhan said calmly, "Let's talk about your price first."
"If it's such fine salt," Qi Yuan paused, his greed overwhelmed his fear of the high-level blood warriors, "we send people here, and there is no need to increase the price."
Yuan Zhan sneered.
Qi Yuan mustered up the courage to look into his eyes, but he couldn't hold on after a while, this man's coercion is too strong! He even had to suspect that the opponent was more than seven levels.
Yuan Zhan gave him the price: "Children aged eight to twelve are all replaced with fertile female slaves, and adult male slaves who are capable of fighting. According to the level, the amount of salt is halved. These red salts are not easy to refine."
A terrible guess suddenly popped up in Qi Yuan's mind, the blood-like red salt, could it be that the salt was really mixed with blood when it was refined? Otherwise, how could the taste be so special
So what if it was refined with blood? As long as it tastes good!
Qi Yuan still wants to fight for it. He needs a large amount of high-level Yuanjing coins in exchange for the training method of high-level blood warriors from the Midtown or Uptown. This kind of red salt made it clear that he would make a lot of money by transporting it back, and he would never give up. At this time, if he could get a little more, it would be his profit.
"This! My lord, it is not easy for our slaves to be trained. I said that the slaves I want to exchange for you are all obedient slaves who have been trained. They will never run away, let alone rebel. The exchange price I said really cannot be changed. Low, let alone we have to send it to you."
Yuan Zhan didn't say whether he agreed or disagreed with the price, but only asked: "How many slaves does Morgan have that can be exchanged?"
"That depends on what you want?"
Yuan Zhan suddenly turned his horse's head, and said to Lan Die: "They are allowed to set up tents outside the range of the wooden tower, if they dare to cross the border, kill them!"
"yes!"
"My lord!" Qi Yuan didn't understand why Yuan Zhan ended the negotiation suddenly, "If you are not satisfied with the price, we can talk again."
Yuan Zhanli ignored him and left with the other four soldiers, leaving only Lan Die behind.
Yan Mo thought that he was not very good at business talks, and seeing that Yuan Zhan handled it well, he didn't stop talking. Seeing that Yuan Zhan left without discussing the result, he left after thinking about it. That guy has his own way of doing things, and he must have his reasons for doing so, and he doesn't want to spoil his plan.
The wildebeest and human-faced bird all left, Wei Cai and the others were very disturbed, Qi Yuan calmed down and thought, the high-ranking blood warrior agreed with them to set up a tent nearby instead of driving them away, obviously they still have a chance.
Having clarified this point, Qi Yuan also squeezed out a friendly smile when facing Lan Die, an ordinary second-level fighter, "Sir, I see that your tribe seems to be holding a fair with nearby tribes, I wonder if we can also join?"
Lan Die smiled and replied kindly: "Do you want to participate? Our priest said that all strangers who have not received our invitation from Jiuyuan and want to participate in the market must pay the entry currency."
Qi Yuan actually understood, "How many Yuanjing coins do you need?"
When Lan Die heard the word "Yuanjingcoin", he immediately lifted his spirits. Master Mo explained to him before coming, and mentioned Yuanjingcoin, saying that if the other party has it, he should get as much as possible.
"Ten fifth-level Yuanjing coins." Blue Butterfly Lion opened his mouth.
Qi Yuan, "..." Does this native warrior really know the value of the fifth-level Yuanjing coin? How dare I say it!
But Qi Yuan could not get angry, nor could he refute it, so he could only gently remind him: "Your Majesty, one fifth-level Yuanjing coin is equivalent to 10,000 first-level Yuanjing coins. It is a first-level to third-level Yuanjing coin, and the Yuanjing coin above level 4 is generally not used unless it is a large-scale transaction."
Lan Die smiled, not at all shy about being pointed out as ignorant of common sense, "We don't use Yuanjing coins here, except for the leader and the priest, we haven't seen them before. Tell me about Yuanjing coins and the Moorgan tribe."
These words made Qi Yuan more convinced that the chiefs and priests here are all from the three cities, "Then can we...?"
"Talk to me first, if you speak well, then the market currency can be lowered a bit."
Qi Yuan was full of curiosity about the fair where dwarves participated, but he had no choice but to bear his temper and explain, "Yuanjing coins are from level one to level ten, and the second level can be exchanged for ten pieces, the first level can be exchanged for one hundred pieces, and so on. , Yuanjing coins contain energy, and there are blood fighters who specially exchanged them for Yuanjing coins to absorb energy."
"What about the absorbed Yuanjing coins?"
"The ones that have been absorbed can be resold at a very low price to priests and wizards who specialize in charging Yuanjing coins."
"Oh? There are priests like this?" Lan Die blinked and said suddenly, "I'll tell you a little secret. This fair will not only be attended by dwarves, but also... mermaids."
"Mermaid?!" Qi Yuan immediately put on a smile on his face, took out a bag of first-class Yuanjing coins and stuffed them into Lan Die's hands, "Let me go to the market to have a look, this is a gift for your step, I will give you the market entry coin separately, how about a third-level Yuanjing coin?"
At the same time, Yuan Zhan also joined Yan Mo. They neither rode a wildebeest nor Jiufeng, talking while walking.
"How many slaves should we change?" Yuan Zhan asked.
"The more the better, but if there are too many, I'm afraid that I won't be able to control it. It's better to come in batches, cook one batch first and then get the second batch. The first batch needs fighters first, the best fighters! The price is higher It doesn't matter, let them send it as soon as possible, preferably within two months."
"No, we are not in danger of war for the time being. The first batch needs women and children first. It doesn't matter if they are more important. It is not easy for them to survive the winter. You can lower the price. Besides, they are weak and have something to eat. If you don't abuse them, they will Stay, and our fighters also need women. The second batch of fighters will be needed, and after they are obtained, they will be broken up and divided into various fighter regiments."
This is also the reason Yan Mo thought about, "Then how much do you want first? We can't let Mogan think that our red salt is easy to get, and the rare is the most expensive thing."
Yuan Zhan chewed the last sentence for a while, raised the corners of his lips, "Aren't there ready-made crystals in the salt lake? Ask the salt-making team to get those crystals back directly, break them up and exchange them for the Morgans, and tell them that we refine fine crystals." Salt is also troublesome. Those salt crystals are not worse than their salt grains, and they taste better, and they will not be unwilling to ask for it."
"Then first ask for two thousand women and one thousand children, give one-tenth first, and give the rest after they send the people."
"Well, it's the first time they're dealing with us, and they won't feel at ease sending people to their door. They will probably let us take salt to go somewhere." Yuan Zhan changed his mind, "I heard you tell Lan Die, agree Let them enter the bazaar?"
"Only one person is allowed to come in. Before we can't leave Jiuyuan for the time being, we want to form a long-term cooperation with Morgan, and we must let the other party know what we lack and what we have."
"Aren't you afraid of letting go?"
"I was afraid before, but now..." Yan Mo patted the man next to him, because the attitude of the Morgans made him feel more urgent to treat the hidden dangers of Yuan Zhan. The seventh-level sacred-blood fighter is not easy to come by. If he wants him to play a role in the long run, he must quickly find a way to solve his problem. Well, let's talk to Yu Wu tonight.