"My son and the wizard have told me that it was you, a guest from afar, who saved me, and I am so grateful."

The day's time passed quickly, and in a blink of an eye, it was the early morning of the next day.

Thanks to penicillin, Artido's father finally woke up, and he looked much better than he had been yesterday.

Seeing that Atido's father's condition improved, Zhao Hongyu was also very happy.

"You can't see death without help, my father taught me from a young age that I must help others when I have the ability." , Zhao Hongyu bowed his head very modestly and responded.

"Your father is great." , Atido's father, Samara, looked at Zhao Hongyu sincerely and said. "Listen to my son, you need that land by the sea to the east?"

This old patriarch, he didn't ramble. directly asked the matter that his son asked him about just now.

Zhao Hongyu nodded: "Yes, if you allow it, then I want to obtain the right to use and dispose of that land." He replied unhurriedly, and did not dodge.

Samara closed his eyes, thought for a moment and said, "Yes, we Indians should love each other, you need a piece of land for the tribe to recuperate, I understand very well." But can you really guarantee that your people will find you? When he heard his son talk about trade, he made up his mind to do it.

After all, Zhao Hongyu's offer is very fair, much fairer than the black-hearted 'white skins'.

Besides, if you can trade, why do you have to trade with the 'white skins'? Now a tribe of the Indians can completely replace the 'white skins'.

"I can guarantee that they will find me by the afternoon at most." , Zhao Hongyu's expression was extremely serious, as if there was really such a thing.

Looking at his serious look, Samara also had to believe him.

"As long as they find me, then I can have them go and tell my father and bring in the things we're going to trade." , Zhao Hongyu said it well. "That way, you don't have to bother with the whiteskins anymore." His words made the tribal elders who had come to see Samara in the morning nod.

Yes, if this really happens, of course, those 'white skins' don't have to pay attention to it.

Anyway, they all trade axes and pots, since the brotherhood of the Indian tribes will make them, and the quality is much better than that of the white-skinned ones, and at the same time cheaper.

Of course they will choose.

At the same time, for the black-hearted 'white skins', the elders of the Moxigan tribe really hated it to the heart.

Subsequently, in front of all the elders of the tribe, Samara agreed to transfer all the land around New York on the eastern coast to Zhao Hongyu, so that the area that would become the most prosperous city in the United States in the future became Zhao Hongyu's bag.

And the future 'New York' is now just a place called 'Papon' by the Indians.

Samara and Zhao Hongyu agreed that the two sides should use a small river as the boundary to divide the range of power between the Mohican and Zhao Hongyu tribes.

In other words, all the land in the east belongs to Zhao Hongyu.

Of course, this is true in theory, and it is also true in Indian jurisprudence.

But the question is, now that Zhao Hongyu and the others have a total of four people, can he protect such a large piece of land?

You must know that the area of these lands in the east is not small.

Zhao Hongyu stretched out his right index finger and touched Samara's index finger, and the agreement came into effect.

Oooo

When their index fingers touched, the tribal elders cried out. …,

After shouting for a while, everyone shifted their attention and began to be interested in the iron knife and pot that Zhao Hongyu took out.

Wang Shan and the others began to set up a pot on the marching stove that had been dug a long time ago, and began to boil porridge.

As Zhao Hongyu explained to everyone and let everyone remember the price of the future transaction, all the elders nodded with satisfaction.

Seriously, the exchange price of Zhao Hongyu's iron products is really a conscience price compared to the whites.

Everyone agrees with this from the bottom of their hearts.

"You didn't eat when you came in the morning, did you?" , Zhao Hongyu smiled and looked at everyone and asked with great concern. In fact, he had long known that these tribal elders came on an empty stomach.

Because he had asked Atido, he knew very well that in the morning most of the people of the Moxigan tribe did not eat much.

After all, eating those tired meats in the morning is really unbearable.

So, a lot of times people just don't eat it.

Zhao Hongyu gave Wang Shan a look, Wang Shan opened the wooden lid on the iron pot, and suddenly the smell of rice permeated the entire tent.

What does this smell like, it's so fragrant!

It's fragrant, and it smells like meat, but it's not very strong!

What are those white things, how come they have never been seen.

After Wang Shan opened the lid and saw the rice porridge in the iron pot clearly, the elders turned their heads and ears one after another.

However, unlike their reactions, Atido and his father swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva violently, especially Atido's father seemed a little unfigured.

In the middle of the night, Artido's father woke up.

Because of penicillin, Atido's father, Samara, recovered quickly. Although he has not fully recovered, the inflammation has slowly subsided.

When he woke up, he felt hungry because he hadn't eaten anything in the past few days.

And when Samara woke up, Zhao Hongyu and Atido both felt it. So they also got up one after another and went around to ask.

Hearing that he was a little hungry, Zhao Hongyu asked Wang Shan to warm up the meat porridge, and then mixed a little mustard for him to eat a bowl.

After all, his condition has just improved, and he can't let him eat and drink.

And it was this bowl of porridge that completely hooked out Samara's gluttony, so that he could never forget it again.

A bowl of porridge with mustard, how can it be enough for Samara.

It's a pity that no matter how much he asks for insistence, Zhao Hongyu just won't give him food anymore.

It is just right to say that the illness is just right, the spleen and stomach have not recovered, and you must have a degree of overeating.

I'm obviously hungry, so why don't I eat?

However, for the sake of saving his life from this young man, he still followed Zhao Hongyu's advice.

Besides, his son Atido did not stop persuading him to be obedient or something.

In this way, Samara endured until now.

He had never eaten this fragrant porridge before. Especially after adding those mustards, the taste is even more difficult to forget after eating.

Gollum!

Thinking about it, there was a rattle in Samara's stomach.

Atido's mouth opened slightly, and he glanced at his old father.

"Look at it, it's normal for your stomach to make a ringing sound, isn't it? Don't you make a sound when you're hungry? Samara said to his son, Atido, as he rolled his eyes. So don't look at me like that, it doesn't like it very much. ”

In desperation, Atido had to look away.

Wang Shan had already taken out the wooden bowl, filled the bowls of porridge with mustard, and then handed them to the Indian elders sitting around by Zhang Tie and Song Hu. …,

For the next two hours, Wang Shan did not stop at all except boiling porridge.

And Zhao Hongyu continued to teach those elders about the practice of rice.

In the past two hours, the elders ate bowl after bowl of 'snoring', and even if they already felt that their belly was a little overwhelmed, they had to eat again.

I never knew that there was such a delicious breakfast in the world.

In everyone's hearts, such a thought involuntarily arises.

In fact, they know that when they eat porridge in the morning, they will find it extraordinarily delicious.

This is also the reason why Zhao Hongyu chose to come at this time in the morning to give these tribal elders a taste.

Sure enough, after eating the meat porridge with mustard specially ordered by Zhao Hongyu, everyone expressed their interest in this food.

Of course, the iron pot for cooking porridge is also good.

It's much stronger than the kind of pot of the 'white skins'.

After breakfast, the elders surrounded Zhao Hongyu and raised some of their own questions.

And Zhao Hongyu also answered and explained one by one, and said that he could hand them over to make this kind of meat porridge, and he would also sell mustard, and Zhao Hongyu also gave it to these elders on the spot, a black iron pot for each person.

At the same time, Zhao Hongyu also told these elders that this kind of rice can not only be used as porridge but also as 'rice', and it tastes very good with mustard.

In order to make everyone believe, Zhao Hongyu let Wang Shan stuff a pot of rice, and served it with mustard for everyone to taste.

Although everyone ate a lot of porridge in the morning, they are not hungry at all.

But they all tried a little, and sure enough, as Zhao Hongyu said, this method made the 'rice' taste different and not bad.

Hearing that Zhao Hongyu had some pickled vegetable stock in his hands, those elders immediately offered their own prices and wanted to buy them.

The total value of 100 bags of Fuling mustard for 5 cents is only 50 yuan.

But in this place, you can exchange three mink skins worth more than 1,000 yuan.

Huge profits, what huge profits!

And Zhao Hongyu used the mustard on his body to exchange for sixty mink skins and forty bear skins directly in the tent.

Of course, this is not all the credit of the mustard, but also the credit of the iron pot.

Hmph, a market of more than 10,000 people, as long as they eat every day in the future, they will not be able to make money when they want to.

When you make money, you can buy a ship and start the seafaring trade.

Now that it's 1620, I'd be sorry if I didn't go out on the sea.

Zhao Hongyu lowered his head, his eyes flickered for a moment, and then beckoned to Wang Shan: "I have decided to open a cooking class in this tribe, and you will teach them how to make porridge and rice, as long as they are used to this thing, our pots, rice and mustard will not be sold." ”

Zhao Hongyu's brain was spinning fast, and in order to promote his pot and rice and mustard, he decided to let Wang Shan open a cooking class to teach them how to use this pot to make porridge and stuffed rice......