"Now, let me guess, you want me to teach natives to speak so that they can communicate, right?" said Cheney, smiling.

"Clever, give you a month to teach them the most basic words, are you sure?"

"If you have a bonus, you are sure~"

"The bonus is indispensable for you, but don't sleep with the indigenous hostess like before!" Zheng Fei teased.

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Before you know it, it's late at night, and the distant starry sky is covered by dark clouds, and the wind is getting stronger and stronger, blowing in the valley, making an ethereal whirring.

It's going to rain.

The natives began to get restless, pointed to the sky and said a bunch of things to Zheng Fei, and then pointed to the bottom of the mountain.

Let me go with them to the bottom of the mountain to take shelter from the rain?" Zheng Fei thought, hesitated for a moment, and nodded.

Descending the hill, the natives led the way, and the brown bear hunter who was the leader was the first, striding with his chest held high, he was thinner for some reason or for some other reason, but he was much more agile than Hans.

This can be seen from the fact that he grabbed the vines and swung them around, like Tarzan of the apes.

Zheng Fei hadn't completely relaxed his vigilance, so he asked his subordinates to hold their broad-bladed machetes tightly, paying attention to the wind and grass around them, so as to prevent them from being led into the ditch by this group of natives.

After walking through the jungle for about ten minutes, an open field appeared in front of me, and several "houses" were surrounded by the jungle.

The so-called house is made of rattan, branches, stones, animal skins and other things to make a building that can block the wind and rain, and the shape is like a pot lid with a reverse buckle.

This tribe is so small.

Zheng Fei looked at the clearing in front of him, there was not a single native, he didn't understand, why there were only a dozen people in this tribe, and all of them were men?

These things will have to be clarified after the Cheney church natives communicate.

They would squeeze into the house, and soon there was a rustling of rain outside, the roof was leaking, and whenever they were about to fall asleep, water droplets would splash on their eyebrows, which was irritating.

"What a sin!" someone scolded.

"What's it called, get out of here without sleeping, you haven't been in an avalanche yet!" Santiago retorted.

Ever since that time he was thrown from under the snow and spent the night in the ice, this experience has become his bragging rights, and this is very lifelong.

And just like that, in the midst of the endless rain and curses, the morning dawned, and the rain stopped.

When Zheng Fei woke up, the others had already set up a bonfire in the clearing to roast meat, which was the prey of the natives, which was originally intended to be eaten raw.

The natives stared at the flames in novelty, smelling the rich aroma of meat, and laughing and clapping their hands.

They don't know how to store fire, they don't drill wood for fire, let alone find dry wood to drill on the rain just now, as for hitting stones for fire, they can only do it with flint of a specific material, that kind of stone is particularly rare, and in some large tribes, whoever finds the flint will have a very high status.

On the North American continent, at least in this region, most tribes borrowed fire from lightning, and they rejoiced and feared fire.

Hans was showing off his machete to the natives, probably because of his proximity, and the natives were especially affectionate to him.

Hans raised his knife and slashed a piece of wood cleanly, then smirked, pointed to the bone knife in the brown bear hunter's hand, and shook his head, meaning that your knife will not work.

The bone knife of the brown bear hunter, which is the prize after killing the brown bear alone, symbolizes endless glory and is also the best knife for the entire tribe, and now he found that there is a sharper one, so he is naturally unhappy and bitter.

The natives were also embarrassed, and they picked up their knives to admire, turned them over, and rubbed their fingers on the blade, and after cutting the bloody mouth, they screamed and licked it in their mouths.

The brown bear hunter scratched his neck, looked at his bone knife, then at the broad-bladed machete, and tried to express to Hans that he wanted to change the knife.

When Hans understood, he shook his head and refused.

Zheng Fei looked at the two of them from a distance, and somehow, he felt that this scene was particularly funny, and couldn't help but smile.

The brown bear hunter's knife, made of tiger bone, is very exquisitely made, and the handle is wrapped in tiger skin, if it is put in the 21st century, tsk, how many collectors will go crazy?!

Seeing Hans's refusal, the brown bear hunter suddenly became uneasy, holding the knife in both hands and pleading, and kept muttering something in his mouth, looking pitiful.

Hans folded his arms over his chest, tilted his head to the side, thought for a moment, and pointed to the deerskin coat on his body.

He was stunned, then took it off without hesitation and offered it with a grin.

Hans shook his head again, holding out five fingers.

Seeing this, he opened his mouth wide, shook his head, and sighed helplessly.

It's not that he doesn't want to give, but he really can't give it.

The garment was made from the skin of caribou, which lives in the Canadian region, which is not available, and the one on his body was hunted a few years ago when he fled to the north after the defeat of the tribal war.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he motioned for Hans to wait, and then ran quickly into the house, and soon ran back again, holding in his hand a large pile of animal skins, more than a dozen.

The finest animal skins, skinned in perfect condition, include sheepskins, deerskins, cowhides, and even fox skins and mink skins, which are coveted by many women.

Silver fox, native to North America and Siberia.

American marten, native to the northern United States and Canada.

Hans's eyes were immediately straight, and he picked out five of the best animal skins, and handed the machete over happily.

A fine mink is sold to a European noble lady, and two hundred silver coins are not too much, and one silver coin can buy ten machetes!

Profit, 2,000 times!

The brown bear hunter ran away with his machete in his hand, and the natives followed suit, looking at the leader and the knife with envious eyes.

Seeing this scene, Zheng Fei walked to Hans's side, grabbed the mink and rubbed it, it was definitely the best grade.

"Captain, we're going to get rich!" said Hans, with a golden glint in his eyes.

"How about going to sea with me than you to do land trade, right?"

"Hmm!"

Zheng Fei smiled, called everyone over, and said: "Each of you can use tools to exchange animal skins with the natives, and I will personally record the amount of exchange, and after selling it in Europe, I will give you a profit of 10%. ”

Yicheng, obviously can't arouse everyone's interest.

But Zheng Fei can't add any more, you must know that one percent is already an extremely high proportion.

He raised his eyebrows, and continued, "You know what, if you exchange it for a hundred, you'll get a thousand silver coins!"

A thousand!

Hearing this number, everyone was directly stunned, and opened their mouths in a daze, for them as civilians, a thousand is twenty years of income! )