That said, Santos still had to make some preparations, so he came down from the watchtower trembling again. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Info finally went down to the ground, and after a little more breathing, he called more than a dozen natives, and met them with arquebuses and steel knives and spears. At the same time, let people inform those who are still farming, and prepare a little.

At this time, the group of people that Santos saw had already walked out of the woods, and they did not have any cover, but came towards the village generously. This generous posture made Santos breathe a sigh of relief. And there weren't many of them, but about twenty of them, and although each of them had weapons in their hands, it was normal to have them in the jungle. And the weapons of the twenty or so men were actually very primitive, except for the two men who walked in front of them, each with an iron machete in their hands, the others only held short spears (the spear head was just wood sharpened after the fire) and a blowpipe to blow poisoned arrows. This is also the usual level of armament of the natives in more remote places, who have little metal in their hands, so the level of equipment has always been low. Santos estimated that most of the two iron machetes in the hands of these people were obtained through trading.

Seeing Santos coming with someone, a short guy came out of the group, and the man handed a blowpipe in his hand to the person next to him, and then spread his hands and walked over to Santos. Santos recognized this man as a small leader of a tribe in the woods farther away, named Silva, who had also used to come to Santos' village and exchange their game for salt and iron. And their two iron machetes, one was given to them by the priest named Carlos, who gave the dwarf a Spanish name, when he went to them to preach, and the other was exchanged for it from Santos.

"Hey, Santos, do you still have that machete, do you have any salt, we have something here, we want to exchange something with you." The man shouted.

"Monkey, what did you bring with you this time?" Santos asked. In fact, he didn't need to ask him to roughly know what the guy named Silva could bring, nothing more than some salted meat.

Santos called Silva a monkey directly, but Silva did not mean to be upset, because the name monkey did not seem to him to have any discriminatory flavor, in fact, his name was monkey until the priest gave him a name that he did not understand what it meant.

"It's the same old thing, bacon, and there's a big eagle, which is in the cage at the back." Silva replied.

"A big eagle?" Santos was interested, he knew what the eagle in Silva's mouth was, it was a beautiful eagle endemic to Luzon, with wings spread out, almost as long as a spear, and the Spaniards loved this rare prey, so if they could get such an eagle, they might be able to get several muskets from the Spaniards. It is naturally more than enough to exchange it for a machete. Santos looked behind him, and sure enough, he saw two people carrying a cage that seemed to have a large bird inside. He sighed and said, "Monkey, it's unfortunate that you have come, if it were in the past, such a big eagle could indeed be exchanged for a machete and a big bag of good salt." It's just that now, those white people are fighting against those bad guys who believe in the devil, and they are temporarily surrounded, so no one buys this big eagle. So ......"

In fact, even if the Spaniards were surrounded, the eagle would still be able to sell for a good price, because now there are other white people on the island, such as the Dutch, besides the Spaniards. As the Chinese's de facto allies today, these Dutch are also often seen in Luzon, and they even trade with natives who are hostile to the Chinese, as long as there is money to be made anyway. Sell the eagle to them, although you can't get guns or anything (the Chinese have a tight grip on this. ), but you can still exchange it for gold. In any case, such a big eagle is definitely more than an iron machete and a bag of salt. However, not to bully such uncivilized natives is really sorry for God's teachings, isn't it?

In fact, Santos despised the "uncivilized natives" even more than the Spaniards. Although they were also "uncivilized natives" in the eyes of the Spaniards, they themselves felt that although they were inferior to the whites, they were more advanced and "civilized" than the other natives. They even felt that the Spaniards and other whites despised them because of these "uncivilized" men of similar skin color. In order to distinguish them from the "savage natives", they also had to be more severe with them. Therefore, it is very normal and even very necessary to bully others when trading.

This kind of emotion is actually very common, for example, there is an American film in later generations, called "Django Delivered", there is a clip in it that is particularly interesting: when the free black Django appeared near the manor of the white slave owners in the south on horseback, those whites still did not react, but the old black slave, as the steward of the manor, first jumped out and reprimanded Django as a black man, who did not know his identity, and actually "dared to ride a horse in the noble white manor, and did not look at whether he was worthy or not"! Because as a "high black", he could not tolerate that there were blacks who could be higher than him. Recently, a high-ranking Chinese who is said to be very successful in the United States sent an open letter in English to new Chinese immigrants, accusing them of not wanting to integrate into American society honestly and wanting to retain Chinese identity. That's the truth. As a matter of fact, if there are people in the world who do not think of China as good as the most, it is estimated that the "high-class Chinese" can even rank ahead of Japan, because if China really develops well, it will not be able to show their "high-level".

Silva narrowed his eyes, seemingly unhappy with the situation, and after a while he asked, "So what can this big eagle be for?" ”

"Nothing can be changed." Santos smiled and said, "Whoever wants this thing except for white people will have to spend meat to raise." Don't give it for nothing. ”

"This ...... It took a lot of effort for us to catch it, and you said you wanted it last time......" Silva's face went black.

"Last time was last time, and now it's now. I can't blame it. Santos looked at the steel knives and muskets in the hands of the more than ten villagers who came with him, and said, "Otherwise, you can bring this big eagle back, raise it for a while, and when the white old men have lifted the siege and won this battle, naturally someone will buy it, and then you can bring this big eagle over, and you can still exchange it for an iron machete and a bag of salt." ”

Silva seemed to want to say something, but held back, and after a while, he asked again: "How long will it take?" ”

"It's not certain, it's about a year faster, maybe two years if it's slow." Santos replied easily. He knew that those "uncivilized" natives were absolutely incapable of raising a big eagle that had to eat meat for a year or two.

Silva lowered his head, thought for a long time, and then held back such a sentence: "If I kill it and sell meat, how much will you give?" ”

"It's worthless." Santos was unmoved, "How much bacon did you bring with you?" Leave the bird alone and look at your salted meat. ”

Silva waved his hand, and several "low-ranking natives" came over with rattan baskets, which they placed in front of Santos and asked him to check the salted meat inside.

"These salted meats are not very good." Santos frowned and said, "I can only give you one packet of salt per basket." ”

"How does this work?" Silva's eyes widened and he said, "To make a basket like this, you need half a bag of salt!" ”

"If you don't want to, you can take it back and eat it yourself." Santos was unwavering.

Silva glared at Santos, as if he wanted to get angry, but Santos was unmoved. He knew that as long as Silva and a few people, that little bit of strength, and he came hard, it was his own death. Sure enough, the fire in Silva's eyes disappeared, and a look of pity rose from his face.

"Add a little more...... That's too little...... Please, can you add a little more? Even a little bit ......," Silva concluded.

"Well, for the sake of our friends." Santos smiled sincerely, "If you give me that big bird, I'll give you half a pack of salt." Who made us friends? ”

After some haggling, Silva eventually gave in and accepted Santos' offer. By this time, the sun was already setting.

Silva said, "Chief Santos, can we spend the night in your village tonight and leave tomorrow?" ”

"Of course, who made us good friends." Santos replied.

It was impossible to walk through the jungle at night, and in previous trades, these people stayed in the village for one night and then returned the next day.

In the blink of an eye, it was already the second half of the night, the moon had set, the sun had not yet come out, and it was the darkest time of the day. Except for the birds, which were also there, and the lookout on duty at the lookout, everything fell asleep. But at this time, Silva suddenly woke up.

Silva and the others were placed in a grass hut, and they lay on the floor of the room. Silva stretched out his foot and kicked the two men sleeping next to him, and they both sat up at once, apparently both awake.

"It's almost time." Silva lowered his voice, "Everyone, get ready. ”

So the dozen or so people got up and took the blowpipe or something in their hands. Silva twisted the bottom of the blowpipe and pulled out a dagger from there......