It was a very strong man, with a smile on his face at all times, and he looked very honest and honest.

He knew the rules very well, saluted respectfully to Fuquan, and said his intention with a smile: "Chief, I want to change some cloth." ”

When he spoke, Fuquan subconsciously took a somewhat eager tone: "How much do you want to change?" How to change? ”

"Fifty pieces of cotton, I'll exchange this for this." As he spoke, the strong man took out a piece of meat from his backpack.

It was marinated bear meat. The dry surface is blackened, with a salty smell, as well as a faint stench. Fuquan cut off a piece with a knife and found that the inside of the piece of meat was a dull sauce color. This shows that the curing process of bear meat is not as good as imagined, and it is estimated that it has been covered in a high temperature environment for a period of time, and it has deteriorated a little.

Cured meats are different from dried meats, which contain water, while those that dry thoroughly and are very firm in the hand.

Fuquan frowned again, he squeezed the cut piece of meat with his thick fingers, and sighed secretly. In terms of quality, this piece of cured meat is also so-so. The deer people are not picky eaters, and when they are hungry, they can even swallow carrion found in the wild. The reason why I felt disappointed was because of the comparison of the fine dried fish of the young leader of Panshi Village. Looking at the black, faintly smelly pickled bear meat in his hand...... Fuquan suddenly had a huge psychological gap.

Things always have to be changed. Although cotton cloth is valuable, its value must not be reflected until winter. At present, the problem that Zuo Suozhai urgently needs to solve is the impending famine.

"Tell me, how do you want to change it?" Fu Quan's voice, which had no choice, sounded very dull.

The strong man grinned, revealing two rows of dark yellow teeth: "Six kilograms of cured meat for a piece of cloth, what do you think, leader?" ”

"What did you say?" Fu Quan suddenly raised his originally drooping eyelids, radiating two incredibly cold gazes.

The strong man was a little hairy by his staring, and the whole person hurriedly took half a step back, the muscles of his body subconsciously tensed, raised his shoulders, made an instinctive state of vigilance, and carefully repeated the previous words: "I said six kilograms of cured meat for a piece of cloth, cotton cloth, not linen cloth." ”

This figure is indeed higher than that given by Tianhao. But that's not how the accounts are calculated. Cured meat is different from dried fish in that it contains about 50 percent water. As a result, the total amount of food actually delivered is far less than that of dried fish.

"I'm not going to do this business...... Let's go! Fu Quan lowered his already iron-blue face, raised his hand, and waved at the strong man like a fly. At this moment, he even had the heart to kill.

The chief's orders are not to be disobeyed. The armed guards pushed the strong man and carried him out of the house, and he was far away, and his faint shouting could still be heard.

"Don't be like this, the price is not suitable, we can negotiate again!"

"I'm going to suffer a little loss, six and a half pounds is always fine, right?"

“…… Seven pounds! Couldn't be more. ”

"Don't even change seven pounds? Then keep the cloth for yourselves. Bah! I'll see what you'll eat then! ”

The idea of killing people and robbing goods did appear in Fuquan's mind. But no one is stupid enough to carry all the trading goods with them. Zuo Sozhai is now in the weakest period, and the food in the village is only enough to last for about two weeks at the minimum food standard. Under such circumstances, it is not possible to launch an attack on the other stockades.

Fighting requires strength, and the result of not having enough to eat is to be killed in vain.

On the second and fourth days, two more guys came to Zuosuozhai who wanted to change the cloth. One wants to exchange ten horses, and the other wants to exchange four horses. The price they offered was also outrageously low: one offered six kilograms of rough flour in exchange for one piece of cloth. It is flour with a lot of bran mixed with a lot of impurities. Fu Quan touched it with his hand, and from time to time there was a very hard prickly feeling on his fingertips, and it was estimated that it was either Mai Mang or a small pebble. The other one was also cured meat, because the salt was not enough to rub it, and the pieces of meat were very rotten and gave off a sickening strong smell.

Even if it is this kind of thing that can barely be regarded as food, he actually opened his mouth to give an exchange price of "five kilograms for a piece of cotton cloth".

Fuquan felt like he was going crazy.

It's not like he didn't think about going out and looking for business on his own. In fact, just before Tianhao came, Fuquan had already planned to organize a group of people to visit several surrounding villages in order to promote the fabrics produced by Zuo Zhai. But he really couldn't erase it...... In previous years, the leaders of other villages came to the door to beg for their own exchange of cloth, but this year's situation is reversed. "Identity" is a thing that often shackles your brain, makes you feel superior, and has a strange sense of arrogance about things that you should be doing yourself. Fuquan's situation is like this now, he urgently needs help, but he really can't pull this face.

Thoughts of regret linger in the brain, getting deeper and deeper, occupying every mental nerve.

Hunger feels terrible, especially when you wake up hungry in the middle of the night, there is silence all around the darkness, only the eerie sound of "gurgling" comes from the stomach, as if there is a terrible experience of being in an ogre cave.

On several occasions, Fu Quan would stretch out his left hand and gently caress his wife, who was sleeping next to him, but his right hand crept to the edge of the bed, his fingers touching the handle of the knife that was stuck diagonally there.

When you're hungry, whatever you see is associated with food.

He felt his wife reach out and touch his body. Perhaps, she was thinking the same thing as herself, and her other hand was wandering around the sharp metal murder weapon.

Before dawn, Fuquan, who had made up his mind, got up early, called a few guards and the priests in the village, left the house, and headed towards the rock village.

……

Fuquan had been to Panshi Village before, and that was several years ago. Today, he is amazed by the changes in the stockade.

Everyone is busy building houses. The neat blue bricks are transported in pallet trucks, mixed with large blocks of rock, and filled with evenly mixed marl slurry. Instead of tiles, the roof is made of logs as beams, with large blocks of covering, which are then built with bricks.

This method of construction is not new, and similar buildings can be seen in some villages of the Deer Tribe. However, it is the first time that Fuquan has seen such a large-scale construction as Panshi Village.

There are too many guard towers standing between the houses. Fuquan tapped his finger and counted seven. He felt very puzzled, a normal village does not need to set up so many guard towers at all, under normal circumstances, only two are enough.

He stopped a man who was pushing a wooden cart back and forth to transport bricks. The man was also sincere, without the slightest concealment, and said bluntly: "This is a newly built greenhouse in our village." ”

"Conservatory?" Fu Quan and his subordinates' eyes widened, and they all felt that their brains were a little insufficient, and the fresh terms that popped out of that person's mouth were really brain-burning, and they had never heard of them before, and they couldn't understand them.

"The house is for the winter." The man who was running simply put down the cart, gestured with both hands, and frothed at the mouth to explain ostentatiously: "Do you think that house looks like a long and thick tube?" Our leader said, it's called a "chimney." Do you see another house next to the house? There are pipes connected to it, and in winter, as long as you burn firewood in the big thick tube room, all the surrounding houses can't freeze even if you don't light the fire at night, and it's very warm, so it's called a warm house. ”

Heuristic language has an unexpected effect on closing the brain. The flying thoughts caused the ignorant listeners to instantly increase their IQ levels by several levels. Including Fuquan, they all nodded involuntarily.

That's right! The "conservatory", which looks like a guard tower, is surrounded by more than a dozen houses, neatly arranged.

It's really a whimsical idea!

Forget it today, wait until winter, find a time to come back and see if this kind of warm house is useful. If it really works, Zuo Suozhai can also follow suit.

With such a thought, Fuquan met Tianhao.

There is no hypocrisy and politeness on the surface, and young people are good at this: honesty! Unlike the old fox, who always cares about him, finds a perfunctory topic on a random basis, first makes you so anxious that you can't do anything, and then rushes to say all the requirements and bottom line. Where will it be like the young leader of Panshi Village, when they met, they asked with a smile: "Leader Fuquan, are you here to exchange food?" ”

"Happiness" is such a thing as a contrast. There were several groups of guys who exchanged grain for cloth in the village, and compared and compared, the price offered by Panshi Village was the most suitable and the most generous.

Fuquan no longer thinks about the "past glory". Last year, the good situation that the whole village people could spin and weave cloth to fill their stomachs is long gone. To be a man, you have to look forward and be more down-to-earth. Although the amount of dried fish exchanged by Tianhao is small, the quality of that thing is good, and it can be soaked in water, which can really fill your stomach.

When there is a basis for mutual agreement, the atmosphere of negotiation will become friendly and things will be easier to negotiate. In the words of the "News Network" in the era of civilization: the leaders of the two villages reached a consensus on bilateral trade relations in a warm and friendly atmosphere and exchanged views on topics of mutual interest. Panshizhai promised that it would never be shoddy in the transaction, and Zuo Suozhai agreed, asking for the continuation of the friendship between the two sides.

The final transaction quantity was 1,500 pieces of cotton cloth and 600 pieces of linen, which was several times more than Tianhao's original request.

That's pretty much all the stock in the left house.

The chief was in charge of the negotiations, and the rest of the work was left to the priests of the two villages. They made clay tablets on the spot and used carving knives to write down the whole process of the transaction. The text is simple, focusing on the type of goods exchanged by the two parties, as well as the quantity. After all this was done, Tianhao and Fuquan respectively pressed their thumbs on the two clay tablets, and the priests on both sides confirmed that they were correct, and also pressed their own fingerprints.

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