In the camp of the Maasai people, the elders lived relatively close, and the empty space outside the residence of the Great Elder, whether or not the elders who had participated in the morning meeting between the Great Elder and Lao Luo were present. The crowd was communicating in a low voice, or discussing on the side, and some people were louder.

"Manuha, what are you stopping me from doing, am I wrong?" The loudest voice is none other than the hot-tempered Cranou.

"Warrior Bartol is not the enemy of the present, you don't understand."

"I understand everything, what he said, do you know what a hypothesis is?" This guy definitely has a problem with Cranoo.

"What you said is not right, Bartol and the Great Elder are talking about sending people out to study."

"What to learn, I can't learn ......"

"I didn't say I wanted you to go to school, and besides, you're so old, how can you go?"

"What's wrong with me? I can still eat half a sheep at a time. ”

“……”

"Shut up, you guys." The Great Elder couldn't take it anymore. It took a long time for the sound of coaxing and shouting to calm down.

"Let's start with the hypothetical question of the Warriors of Bartol, what if an enemy comes to attack our tribe with a metal weapon?"

"Then let's go, we can't move anymore anyway."

"That's right, let's fight!"

"What are you going to fight?"

"Spears, spears, what's not to do?"

"How do our spear-throwing spears fight other people's metal weapons?"

"Then you have to fight, otherwise what will you eat?"

"That's to rely on human life"

"Then you have to fight, you can't surrender, right?"

"What nonsense, the problem is what to do if the person is gone?"

"We're going to have metal weapons too!"

"It's exchanged with the tribes to the west."

"What if they don't trade with us?"

"That ......"

"Stop, everyone is right, we want to make our own weapons, but we won't, what should we do?" The Great Elder spoke at the right time, otherwise if the discussion continued, it would burn the fire on Lao Luo, which was not a friend's practice. "So Warrior Bartol is right, we have to send people out to learn, we can't learn it in a few years, someone will learn it in more than ten years, and then it's our own ability."

"How can there be so many people?"

"I didn't say I'd go right away,"

“……”

Seeing that everyone was still arguing, the Great Elder said to Manuha beside him: "Manuha, my brother, go and receive the warriors of Batol, Bahamut is not enough, don't let him think that we treat him slowly, remember to entertain him with the best friend." ”

"Best friend?" Although Manuha is also a clever person, he still doesn't particularly understand, "Brother, will it be too much?" He just saved Naga. ”

"No, rescuing Naga is like catching a lamb, and the advice he reminded me today is the most important thing, and that is the future of our tribe."

"Well, my brother, I know you're always right."

………………………………

When it was a little cooler in the afternoon, Bahamut called the people who wanted to exchange goods to gather in the small open space in the middle of the village, and the women and children of the various families in the camp took out their things lively, all kinds of things, carved animal statues, hoods made of lion skin, wooden baskets woven by bald women, horns made of horns, blankets woven of wool, bracelets made of precious stones, cloth woven of linen, There are even kettles made of sausage fruit shells, strange stones and tree roots that children pick up...... In fact, they don't have to exchange anything with Lao Luo, it's just that people in this era really don't have much time to play, especially those women who are busy all day long, just take such an opportunity to have a lively time, and exchange some things with each other can make them satisfied, as for the children, this time is their favorite......

Lao Luo followed Bahamut around, and found that there was really no way to trade what he needed as soon as possible, thinking that he would see the Tang people mentioned by the Maasai people earlier, so he simply grabbed Bahamut and returned to the hut where he lived, took out the bag made of the crocodile stomach bag, and poured out some salt in the palm of his hand to show him, "Look at this thing, do you need it?" ”

"What is this?" Bahamut has never seen fine salt, "white sand? ”

"No, it's salt, seasoned salt," Lao Luo had to emphasize, "just dip your fingers in a little bit and you'll know?" ”

"Salt?" Bahamut pinched a little with his fingers and put it in his mouth, "It's really salt, it's not bitter at all?" ”

"That's right, it's fine salt."

"I don't know, I've never seen anything like it." The Maasai obtained most of their salt at this time by collecting rock salt, and the other was replenished by drinking ox blood. Bahamut felt that such a thing was very precious, and he did not dare to make decisions on his own, after all, he was only a junior elder, and he was still a junior elder who only had contact with combat, "I'll ask the ...... of the Great Elder"

"The Great Elder is busy, what's the matter? Bahamut? Manuha's voice came in from the doorway.

"The goods traded by the Warriors of Batole are salt I have never seen before, salt like white sand......" Bahamut said directly out of the house to Manuha, pointing to the crocodile stomach pouch that Lao Luo was holding in his hand by the way.

"Elder Manuha, please look." Lao Luo directly handed the bag containing about a dozen catties of fine salt to Manuha.

Manuha opened the bag, saw the bag full of fine salt, hurriedly twisted a little with his fingers into his mouth to taste, his mouth squirmed, and then put the bag on the vine platform beside him, and asked Lao Luo, "I saw this from the Semitic people when I was young, it is very expensive salt, so much, at least thirty cows." I would like to ask the Warrior Bartol, what do you need? ”

"Well...... Lao Luo was a little stunned by the price of thirty cows, knowing that fine salt would be a good commodity, but he didn't expect it to be of such value in this era, in fact, he is not a businessman, and he doesn't care how much profit this thing can bring, the key is to find what he needs. Lao Luo didn't care about the details, and said directly, "I need some cloth, some for dyed and undyed, and I also need some utensils for water, and it's best if there is an iron pot." In addition, you need some loose things, such as flax rope, cooked leather, sheepskin and cowhide, flax thread ......"

There was a thin young man beside Manuha, holding charcoal and writing and drawing on a sheepskin, Lao Luo couldn't see it, but knew that he should be the one in charge of recording, looked at him, Lao Luo said bluntly to Manuha: "Elder Manuha, I'm not a merchant, I'm not sure of the value of the item, I still have a bag of this salt, and there are some other things I made for exchange, I don't know if it's enough for what I need?" ”

"Enough, the leather utensils are worthless things, the others are even more bits and pieces, only the cloth and the iron pot are of some value......" Manuha's expression was rich, happy for a moment and solemn for a while, "You are our truest friend, and we will never let our friends down." ”

"Okay, thank you, I'll be here for two days." Lao Luo looked at Manuha and continued, "Then I'm going to go to the seaside in the east to have a look, and I hope it can be done soon." ”

"No problem, but ......," Manuha agreed very cheerfully, and then whispered a little hesitantly, "Can the warrior of Bator stay a few more days, the Great Elder has sent someone to the brother tribes, hoping to discuss your proposal for the morning with the leaders of the tribes." ”

"It's still not necessary, it's an internal matter of the Marseilles, and it's not appropriate for me to say too much." Lao Luo did not hesitate to reject this intention, and he didn't want to be the king and hegemon in Africa, so there was no need to involve too much here. "By the way, when and where did you meet the Tang people you told the Great Elder in the morning?"

"Oh well, we never force our friends to do their will." Manuha said helplessly, "As for the Tang people, three years ago, when we first came here, we once went to the seashore to meet the Semitic merchants, and we met them once, and it is said that they lived not far from the eastern harbor. ”

"Harbor?" The word is less like the language of the Maasai and more like the vocabulary of the Arabs.

"Yes, that's what the Semites call it, and they occasionally come here on something called a boat." Manuha said the word ship in Arabic, and as he spoke, he pointed to the curved dagger tied around his waist, "They are from us in our iron pot and the scimitar in my hand. ”

"Semitic people on boats, you mean Arabs?" Lao Luo secretly scolded himself for being slow to react, he had heard the Maasai talk about the Semitic people many times, but he didn't realize that they were talking about the whites of North Africa, and the only ones who could get to this side were the Arabs.

"That's right, those Semitic people claim to be Arabs, and they like to wear robes that cover their whole body."

"Do they come here often?"

"Then I don't know, in recent years our people have rarely gone to the east and north, but the eastern seaport, well, there are people on the other side of the harbor, and there is a lot of chaos over there, the Kikuyu, the Bushmen, the Pygmies, the Arabs...... Many of them were expelled by the tribes, and they were like hyenas on the steppe. ”

"Okay, I see, thank you Elder Manuha for the news." Lao Luo generally knew that East Africa was as chaotic as the Mediterranean coast in the north at this time, and he was glad that he had met the Maasai and received supplies and news before reaching Mombasa, so he was not caught off guard by the chaos of Mombasa.

With Manuha compiling goods for Lao Luo, Lao Luo no longer worries about not being able to find his necessities. He simply let go of his mind and exchanged small items of interest with the Maasai with his own wooden daggers, tapers, spikes, and even short spears, as well as some knick-knacks, such as crocodile teeth, breadfruit shells, and water bladders. In the evening, Lao Luo collected a lot of small things, such as ivory, wood carvings, bone needles, and cow tendons...... He even ordered dozens of square baskets woven from branches with a large group of women - Lao Luo planned to tidy up the bacon and other miscellaneous items in the ring space, otherwise it would be messy and impossible to find a clue.

The serval Hua Biao was a little afraid of seeing strangers, or hid in the house, or followed Lao Luo every step of the way. The older Maasai are not interested in it, but it has become the focus of children's attention, and maybe in the future the Maasai will have the custom of keeping pets, who knows.

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