The most hateful thing is that if you don't go deep enough, they just stare at you from afar, and when they go deep enough, they will come out, and the deepest of those who come back alive has only walked for a day and a half, but seventy or eighty kilometers, and no one knows what is going on in there.

Further, no one has come back alive yet, including those carefully selected ghost slaves, who have also only seen entering and not leaving.

There were some who were bold and reckless, and entered the mountains under the banner of doing business, but at most they walked seventy or eighty kilometers along the ancient river of Jacob, and they were stopped by the people of a village, but they did not embarrass them, but only told them that if they wanted to do business, they could do it here, and if they went further, it would be a dead end.

The appearance of that village is very strange, it is not allowed to live on the ground, and the castle of those lords and nobles is the same, built in the middle of the mountainside, and there is already a prototype of the castle, and the whole is a brick and stone structure, layered on top of each other, and it is very three-dimensional.

The neatness is incredible, the goods here are complete, in addition to the regular leather goods and herbs of the Andes mountain people, they also found a lot of honey, and when asked, the price is incredible, a hundred pounds of salt for a pound of honey, it is simply cheap.

Although it is true that the Manyu military territory is deep inland, there is the largest salt lake in the whole continent, although it is also a controlled commodity, but it is a little powerful, and it is not a problem to buy in large quantities.

Honey is different, it is an absolute luxury, and in the plains of Asia Minor, where beekeeping is more developed, it belongs to the noble lords, not to mention that most of the territory belongs to the semi-Gobi Manyu military domain.

This thing can only be transported from other places, even at the tables of lords and nobles, let alone ordinary families, only those greedy children, at the risk of a full head, to get a little relief from the wild honeycomb.

With this new continent, those mercenary merchants have long since forgotten other things and become industrious porters, exchanging cartloads of salt and grain for truckloads of honey.

The huge profits from the sale are enough to make these merchants wake up with a smile in their dreams, although the majority of them do not belong to them, and even the remaining small part is enough for them to live a luxurious life.

As for the ban, what are you kidding, if it were not for the support of those lords and nobles, how could the caravan organized by the ordinary people be able to safely carry a large amount of goods through the market in such a chaotic situation?

How could it be possible to transport salt and grain across the army of the Bastille to the Andes Mountains?

There is no doubt that Duke Borg is not only in the know, but also the biggest player in it.

Judging from the current situation of the Manyu military territory, it is impossible to restart the slave trade in a short time, but after repeated wars, the finances of the Faeron family are tight, the deficit is serious, and new sources of finance must be developed.

In this world of scarce materials, any dessert is a luxury, a scarce resource, a hard currency that is not inferior to gold and silver, and the supply exceeds demand.

They can not only be used for their own use, but also can be transported to other territories as foreign trade goods and sold at high prices.

All experienced businessmen know that in these years, the fastest way to buy and sell money is by no means to deduct the three melons and two dates from the untouchables, after layers of exploitation, they basically have no surplus value, and the wealth is moldy and rotten in the private treasury of those lords and nobles, most of the time, there is no place to spend it, and it is the fastest to make their money.

Another point is that high-purity honey is relatively easy to store, as long as it is put into sealed wooden barrels, it can be stored for several years, plus it is high value and small size, which is suitable for becoming a commodity.

Once this kind of thing is opened, it is like a flooding embankment, and it can't be blocked if you want to.

In any era, the most courageous people are not heroes and warriors, but businessmen, especially in the face of the temptation of enough profits, they dare to walk hundreds or even thousands of miles alone with a lot of wealth to earn a meager difference, if the benefits are large enough, even if the sin of killing the head, they can ignore it.

Chebman was one of them, and since he embarked on the road of business with eight Byron silver coins he had scraped together, he knew that this was a game of the brave, and that only by daring to do what others did not dare to do could he earn his share of wealth.

From selling needlework to following the big caravan to run the business, he has done it all, but it has always been a small business, there are profits and losses, and he is not dead or alive, but he has not given up hope, he firmly believes that it is not that he does not work hard, but he has not yet encountered his own luck.

Then half a year ago, the opportunity came, and he seized it.

That's right, he was the first spy to enter Andes Mountain under the banner of doing business.

However, when Chebman entered the mountain, it was not praised by people now, he had the vision of an outstanding businessman that ordinary people did not have, if he was really as miraculous as they boasted, would he still use the front half of his body to mix so badly?

Purely at that time, his own business was affected by the war, plummeted, and he owed a lot of debts, and those creditors came to the door twice for three days to make trouble, and they really couldn't get mixed up in the collar, and it happened that at this time, the news that the Bastille had been captured by the Andes mountain people came, and the Duke of Ferron was furious and sent a large army to attack.

He found connections and blended into the servant army, trying to take the opportunity to make a fortune, but he was still unlucky, and a fire burned all the hopes of those who had the same purpose as him, of course, he was more fortunate than those who died in the fire.

Then the great turmoil of the entire Manyu army began, and at this time, he wisely chose to stay in the rebuilt Bastille.

A few pounds and a few taels of his own, Chebman is very numerous, and when he really goes to the battlefield, his little arms and legs are at best cannon fodder, and the rebuilt Bastille looks very dangerous, and there will be no big battles to fight in the short term.

This can be seen from the fact that the other party took the initiative to retreat to the depths of the mountain, and the other party did not intend to provoke the Manyu army to lead the army, at least not now.

Then his life took a turn for the better, but this turnaround was not something he took the initiative to strive for, but was forced, the Baron Patalem stationed in the Bastille, maybe a whim in a dream during a nap, came up with the idea of letting the spy dress up as a businessman, go into the mountains to investigate, as a small businessman with many years of business experience, facing such a job is the true color of the performance!

In this way, Chebman was betrayed by his captain, and went into the mountains with a small amount of poor goods, and then he crashed into the village, and then found mountain flower honey in the village, and then returned to the Bastille in a daze, and presented it to the Baron of Patale, and then he was promoted to become a quartermaster of the Bastille garrison.

He, the quartermaster, did not care about the equipment and other things of the army, but was specifically responsible for trading with the Andes mountain people in the mountains, and there were more than a hundred people under his command who obeyed him, including his former captain, among which mountain flower honey was the focus of his purchase.

In a moment's time, Chebman's destination this time has arrived - the grocery store.

That's right, this shop doesn't have a name, it's called a grocery store, and you can't be mistaken, it's the only one in the whole village fort, but Chebman usually calls it the bridgehead grocery store, which is the name of the village fort.

He always thought the name was very strange, there was neither a river nor a bridge, what a bridgehead called!

To this question, the owner of the bridgehead grocery store always laughed and said nothing.

Speaking of the owner of this bridgehead grocery store, Chebman knew very well in his heart that the confused experience that he couldn't explain half a year ago was actually not confused at all, especially when he saw the young boss for the first time.

From beginning to end, it was not that he found the bridgehead and found this grocery store, but that people led him all the way, in order to deliver the big killer of mountain flower honey to the hands of people with weight through their own hands.

As one of the gainers, even if Chebman understood, he had to pretend to be confused, and as more and more people participated and the scale of the business became larger and larger, this confusion was only afraid that he would have to pretend to be forever.

The young grocer greeted him with a smile on his face, "Mr. Chebman, you are finally here, this time you are two days later than usual, if you are a day or two late, I will sell the goods to someone else." ”

Chebman gathered his mind and said with a smile carefully: "Please forgive Boss Ralph, it's not that I deliberately want to delay, but the road is not very smooth, I met a group of small thieves, delayed for two days, I can't come to the door empty-handed, forgive me, forgive me, don't take an example, don't take an example." ”

"Okay, I also know your difficulties, these days, no one's life is easy, let's talk inside. ”

"You please, you please. ”

"In my place, just be polite, I am the master, you are the guest, how can there be a reason for the guest to let the master, you please first. ”

"It's better to be respectful than to obey. ”

"Let's get straight to the point, the price is still the same as before, but there is one thing I have to warn Mr. Chebman that at most two more trips will be made before the trade will have to be stopped. ”

"Stop? Why? Aren't we doing a good job? Why do you say stop when you stop?" Chebman jumped up before he could touch the stool.

What are you kidding, this is a big deal of tens of thousands of Byron silver coins per order, if it suddenly stops, not only will he be distressed and scratch his lungs, but the baron behind him who is already addicted to money will not spare him.

"Don't worry, I'm not done yet!" Ralph, who turned into a bridgehead grocery store owner, showed his signature smile, "It's not that we want to stop, but God doesn't allow it, the four seasons are reincarnated, and it's about to enter the cold winter, and the flowers are gone, where can I get you so much honey?"

"That's what I said! It's what I think I'm bad, it's that I'm thinking it's bad, and the buying and selling of this honey is seasonal, and manpower can't control it. ”

Chebman wiped the sweat from his forehead, and he was still uncomfortable, looking a little ugly.

"It's not just honey, herbs, and hides that are seasonal, but the winter season will also be drastically reduced!