"Sun thief, if you dare to touch it again, I will let you taste the taste of the steel knife...... Ay...... That's my ......" The two natives saw Hong Tao coming alone, relaxed their vigilance a little, and then became very interested in Hong Tao's dress, especially the buttons on the leather armor, and after a few clicks, they pulled one down, and on the spot they were about to string the ornaments they wore around their necks.

"%¥¥......" The people didn't intend to ask for it in vain, the button was taken away, and an animal's tooth was removed and handed to Hong Tao, apparently planning to exchange.

"Nima, who said that the natives are stupid, exchanging broken bones for my gold buttons, this is stupid inside and not stupid!" Hong Tao was scolding in his heart, but he still had a smile on his face, he liked shiny buttons, right, uncle, I let go today, and I don't want the leather armor, all the buttons are pulled off, change it!

Bartering, especially when one party doesn't care much about the value of the item, is very easy to do. After a while, Hong Tao's leather armor, leg guards, and clothing buttons were all replaced, and he got a handful of all kinds of animal bones and animal feathers. Not to mention Hong Tao himself, even the two Indians felt that this exchange was not fair, so they waved at Hong Tao and motioned to follow them.

"Don't go...... The stupid two just went with you, so I'll change it here! "Hong Tao won't follow them, and the fart problem can't be explained by changing a few things, and people will smile at us and the bones will be soft? There were still Karl and the slave soldiers on the shore to cover themselves, and when they entered the village, there was no hope, and Hong Tao would rather not exchange than put himself in a situation that was too dangerous. Adventure is adventure, and it must be manageable.

Seeing that Hong Tao refused to enter the village. The two Indians exchanged views with each other. One of them pulled something out of a small leather pouch around his waist and put it in his mouth. Then he made a strange noise behind him, like some kind of frog making noise. After a while, several men with big flower faces appeared at the entrance of the village, all dressed similarly, and they exchanged a few words with the two people who came first, and then turned back.

"Damn, this is going to set up a stall!" Soon, a few older Indians ran out of the village. Everyone was carrying a pile of tattered in their arms, little wooden figures carved from wood, small wooden sticks that were burned black, shirts made of unknown animal fur, various pendants and a few small clay pots, all of which were placed in front of Hong Tao, and then they came together and began to comment on Hong Tao's leather armor and buttons.

"It's a ragged thing to take me...... Looks like I'm going to have to come up with some hard goods! Hong Tao squatted down and pulled in this pile of rags for a long time, but he didn't look at anything. But he was not reconciled, thinking that there might be more advanced goods in this village, but he didn't take out his things because they were not worth it.

In his previous life, when he exchanged goods with indigenous Brazilian fishermen at sea, there was a situation where there was a big difference in values, and he thought it was a good thing, but others didn't like it. I don't think it's worth it, but people like it very much. So what should these natives like? Hong Tao already had some ideas in his heart. Looking at their pikes and bows and arrows, they all use animal bones as the tips, which shows that their technology here is still very backward. For this tribe, which also fishes, hunts and gathers for a living, the biggest attraction should be tools and weapons.

"This ...... Look, it's very sharp, click, it's broken! So Hong Tao untied his dagger from his calf, and after pulling it out, he picked up a small wooden heel and cut it off with a click.

"%&%¥......&*" Sure enough, the dagger immediately became a new discovery for these Indians, and no one paid attention to those shiny buttons anymore, and began to pass on the dagger of Hong Tao, one of whom also tried on his own javelin gun, and one cut was a piece of wood, and another piece of wood, and he saw that he was dancing and roaring, and he refused to give it to others.

But what to exchange with Hong Tao for this obviously more valuable item? The group ran away again, and after a while not only did they return, but an older man with big pigtails came with them. In the distance followed, several Indian women and children, but they refused to approach the shore, but stood at a distance and watched, talking to each other without knowing what they were saying.

The old man looked like he was supposed to be their leader or elder, and the goods he took out were also very high-grade, a small piece of dog's head gold. This natural nugget of gold looks old enough, and because of the constant rubbing, the surface has become very smooth and bright, and it is worn by a leather rope that hangs from the old man's neck. Now the old man took it off and handed it to Hong Tao, wanting to exchange this gold nugget for Hong Tao's dagger.

"Hmm...... I smell a smell that is familiar to me...... It is not yours, nor is it your ...... Hey, I'm grumpy, where does the smell come from? But Hong Tao seemed to have suddenly fallen into an evil spirit, ignoring the gold nuggets in front of him, shrugging his nose and smelling around like a dog, even smelling the old man who had just arrived, but still did not find the source of the smell.

"......%%¥&%......" At this time, the old man suddenly became angry, he grabbed the small wooden stick on the ground that was cut by Hong Tao and scolded the people around him loudly.

"Hey! Don't move...... Let me see...... Holy! This Nima is a pipe, right? I said where did the smell of e-liquid come from...... Change this! I'll change this! After the old man waved the small wooden stick in the air a few times, Hong Tao finally found the source of the smell, snatched the half of the black wood, put it under his nose and smelled it, turned it over and looked at it, and then found the other half from the ground and put it together. Only then did I realize that it was not an ordinary wooden stick, with a small eye in the middle and a small groove dug at one end, as if something had been burned in it, and it was all burned black. It wasn't obvious from the outside, but the smell of tar seeping through the wood came out because it had been cut off by a dagger.

“…… This one...... Suck...... Let's get it...... Hu ...... "The problem is that Hong Tao doesn't want this broken pipe, he wants the things that burn in the pipe, how to express it?" This will test his pantomime skills. Pick up the pipe and put it to your mouth, then learn to smoke and inhale, puffing out a puff while rubbing your fingers into the small groove of the pipe.

"%¥......&*&*" After guessing several times, an Indian finally understood what Hong Tao wanted to do, shouted a few times, and then turned around and ran back to the village.

"Oh, I'm a god...... I saw you, I thought we wouldn't have a chance to meet again in my life......" The thing that the Indian brought back was indeed tobacco leaves, or whole, sun-dried, and neatly tied into a roll with leather ropes. Hong Tao held it in his hand, put it under his nose and took a deep breath, and the spicy, slightly sweet breath instantly filled his nasal cavity.

"Hey, throw me two short knives!" This is not a good time to enjoy it, Hong Tao was only drunk for a few seconds, and he immediately sobered up. It was useless for him to ask for tobacco leaves, and he had to find the seeds of tobacco. Hong Tao was already a little evil at this time, he planned to try again if he could get tobacco seeds, if not, then he had to rob him, whether the people of this village could survive or not depended on their creation.

"Look, sharper ......" picked up a short knife more than a foot long that sailors often wore when they landed, and Hong Tao slashed at all the small trees and stakes he could find, so as to prove that the short knife was more powerful than a dagger.

"%¥......&&&" proved to have worked, and it was probably the first time that the Indians had seen such a sharp weapon, and even though they admired the principles of nature and fairness, some of them had a greedy glint in their eyes. But the problem is that even the elder is confused, what should such a treasure be exchanged?

"This! Planted on the ground, what this thing looked like before! Hong Tao took out his highest drawing skills, and directly used a short knife to draw a sample on the ground before tobacco picking, as much as possible. And he couldn't paint one picture, he wanted to get the seeds, so he had to paint another one that bloomed and a third one that bore seeds.

“…… ¥%&*"This time the elder understood, or rather understood by Hong Tao's painting, and he raised his hand and pointed to the upper reaches of the river.

"Two knives...... Here you go...... You take me to find it! Rowing...... Go to ......" Hong Tao also understood that these tobacco leaves were not grown by their village or tribe, but by the Indians in the upper reaches of the river. Whoever it is, I've got to find it today anyway, and I've got to find it if I've searched this place!

It seems that the tribe that grows tobacco leaves should have a good relationship with this tribe, or it is not an enemy, when the old man understood what Hong Tao meant, he happily used two clansmen as guides, and then took away the two short knives with satisfaction. As for whether he wanted to invite Hong Tao to the village as a guest, Hong Tao couldn't care about any more nonsense, ran back to his boat in three steps and two steps, and then commanded three small boats to follow the two Indian guides rowing in canoes, and began to march upstream of the river.

"Karl, be ready to fight at any time, be on guard, we may have to go deep into their territory." After a period of excitement when he found tobacco just now, Hong Tao's mood slowly calmed down, and he was a little scared when he looked at the dense jungle on both sides of the riverbank. If these Indians want to ambush their fleet, they only need to ambush on both sides of the river bank on the way back, this river is at most thirty meters wide, and both sides can shoot into the middle of the river. However, for the sake of tobacco, a cash crop once and for all, Hong Tao gritted his teeth and did not flinch, he planned to go up to ten kilometers at most, and give up first if he didn't reach the place. Go back to the village just now, and go to great lengths, even if it is for three days and three nights, and let the Indians go and find tobacco seeds for themselves. (To be continued.) )