Wu Guo did not answer, he patiently waited for the other party's next step.

"His Royal Highness the Lord Regent has said that cooperation between communities should be based on credibility. Don't get me wrong, I don't mean to take the spoils of the lion clan, the final ownership of these white people's clothes and quilts still belongs to the esteemed lion king. All I want is a fair deal. Wu Ji's smile was natural and warm.

"Deal?" The mood of the witch is a little complicated, or it can be said that it is a little lost due to an accident. He thinks he is a smart person, but from the appearance of Wu Ji until now, he has not even been able to figure out the opponent's hole cards, and Wu Ji always talks about him at critical times, refusing to reveal the slightest truth.

Why did the dragons buy these blankets, which were no different from scrap?

If they wanted to, they just spoke, and although the Lion King would certainly make things difficult, it would not make the problem worse enough to cause the cooperation between the two clans to fall apart. With Wu Qian's understanding of Shi Rui, the lion king complained a little verbally at most, as long as the young regent took out a few beautiful girls or a few materials as an apology, even if the matter passed, the dragon clan could get all the cotton clothes and quilts as he wished.

Wu Ji smiled and took a deerskin bag from the hand of the attendant standing beside him, untied the tether in front of Wu Qi, and took out a few things.

Dark yellow dried apples look good quality. It is said that the dragon people have planted a large number of fruit trees over the years, and the fruits that are the most dried are grapes and apples. Their method of making dried fruit is very particular———— using a knife to peel off the skin, cut the apple in half to dig out the core, and then cut it according to the standard of a fruit divided into eight petals vertically, sprinkle a thin layer of fine salt on the surface, and place it in a ventilated position to dry naturally.

The yellowish cube-shaped solid is cheese. Within the lion clan, nobles with status (more than 10,000 heads) are no strangers to this kind of thing. In the course of the perennial trade with the Tigers, the Leons were given some cheese. Of course, the raw material is not the same deer milk or cow's milk as the dragons, but all mare's milk products.

Wu Guo walked up to Wu Ji, took the piece of cheese from the other party's hand, pulled out the dagger he carried with him, cut off a piece and stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it slowly...... The taste is very good, without the strong fishy smell of tiger cheese, there is a special strong aroma, and it is more pleasantly sweet.

"Sugared?" Looking at the smiling Dragon Clan National Master, Wu Guan licked his lips and asked suspiciously.

"There are also unsweetened varieties. In short, different flavors of cheese can be made according to the requirements of the buyer. Wu He especially accentuated the pronunciation of the words "buyer's request", and his smile was in line with etiquette: "This is specially explained by His Royal Highness the Regent." ”

Wu was not polite, he directly reached out and grabbed a handful of dried apples from his deerskin pocket, and distributed them to the adjutant and the guards standing beside him, and everyone took them and stuffed them into their mouths. Looking at the rather satisfied eating photos, Wu Guo asked seriously, "What do you think of the taste of this thing?" ”

"Very good, it's the best dried apple I've ever had."

"It's okay, it's sweet."

"I'd like to have some more ......"

Wu turned to look at Wu He: "Apart from these, what other goods can the dragon clan trade?" ”

"Sugar and salt, and different types of metal products." Wu Ji looked full of confidence: "Including weapons and armor." ”

Wu Qian was suddenly speechless.

He actually wanted to give the other party a problem. After all, there are many goods that will not appear on the trade list in the process of family trade. In the case of the lion people, corn and potatoes are contraband. Although he was forced to reach a tri-clan agreement under the threat ————of the white southerners, and all prohibited items were released, Wu knew that all the corn and potatoes (including seeds) sold to the Tiger Clan in recent times were second-class or defective. A truly good thing can never be sold to a foreigner. On the surface, there is no difference, but if you sow the seeds and wait until the autumn harvest, you will find that the yield of the first and second grades varies greatly, with a gap of more than a third or more.

Wu Guo didn't believe that the dragons were willing to give real money in exchange for this batch of scrap quilts. But he had to admit that both dried apples and deer cheese were of good quality. The latter, in particular, surpassed even the best tiger cheese he had ever seen. The Tiger King's men are a bunch of brainless brutes who don't understand the truth that "food must be beautiful". Those damn horse cheese always have all sorts of impurities: horse or human hair, sand, muck, blood, twigs and hay, and all the weird components you can't imagine, always combed and tasted with your tongue and teeth after you eat them.

This is by no means alarmist or deliberately exaggerated. Wu Guo once ate a filthy human finger from Tiger cheese, and the thick nail cover was covered with black dirt. It is estimated that the maker accidentally cut it off and fell into the condensation container, and he was busy bandaging the wound at the time, and then simply forgot about it.

It is said that the Tiger people pee into the cheese when making it, which helps to separate the fat from the mare's milk more quickly.

It is said that Tiger women never wash their hands during the production process, even after the Great Relief and Excretion.

Since then, Wu has never touched this kind of food with a strong aroma and an extremely tempting appearance on the surface.

Compared to the horse cheese of the Tiger people, the deer cheese of the Dragon people is simply a delicacy that only the gods are entitled to enjoy.

What's more, the list of transactions issued by Wu He also includes sugar and salt, and even weapons and armor.

But the more this is the case, the more witch is suspicious that the other party is not well-intentioned. It's like exchanging a pile of gold for useless garbage, but what is their real purpose?

Looking at Wu Ji's handsome face, Wu Ji suddenly became a little jealous of the other party's age. Yes, this is a talented, intelligent young man. I had only just become a witch practitioner at his age, not even a priest.

In the course of the transaction, the requested party always has the upper hand. Just like now, it was the dragons who came to the door to ask for a deal. Under normal circumstances, witches will become very arrogant, making all kinds of demands to raise the price in order to get the most generous reward.

Thinking like this in his heart, the words that came out of his mouth were completely different: "Since it is a request made by His Royal Highness the Regent, then our lion clan must meet it no matter what." In this way, weapons and armor are not needed, and the ones you mentioned before will be a little bit of everything. Well...... I'll arrange for someone to load the car now and complete the deal as soon as possible. ”

"Thank you!" Wu He smiled and saluted, this expression seemed to have become a part of his body, especially the facial muscles that had been permanently solidified: "There will be more salt for trading, the proportion is forty percent, what do you think?" ”

The Leons receive gold and silver, but the Witches are more willing to accept these goods that the Dragons use as trade, especially salt. This thing is worth more than gold and silver in some places, and is a real hard currency.

"Fair enough." Wu Guo spread his hands, but his tightly knit brows were not completely relaxed. After hesitating for a few seconds, he couldn't suppress his curiosity, and finally asked, "...... What is the use of these white people's clothes and quilts? ”

From the time Wu He walked into this warehouse, Wu Zheng had been waiting for the other party to take the initiative to explain this problem. The tigers bought corn and potatoes to increase food production, and the leons bought horses to breed in large numbers to form cavalry. Each transaction is not simply a transaction, or even a concealment of the true purpose behind it.

"For our children, of course."

Wu Ji replied loudly, looking surprised by Wu Zheng's question, and deliberately accentuated the tone of his speech in order to make the other party hear clearly. All the leonins around heard it clearly, including the witch situation, and their faces all showed surprise.

"Kid?" The adjutant beside Wu Qian subconsciously muttered to himself: "Dress children in this kind of clothes? ”

"Of course!" Wu replied seriously: "The winter is too cold, and it will be difficult for the elderly and children to survive without extra help." According to the orders of His Royal Highness the Regent, the clothes and quilts were shipped back and distributed to children under the age of eight. Hehe, in the next few weeks before the beginning of spring, they will not be cold and will be able to live comfortably. ”

The clear, natural gaze showed that he was not lying.

The witch situation dispelled his doubts. This is a reasonable explanation. He quickly calculated in his mind that instead of suffering a loss, the lion clan could even make a small profit from this transaction. In this way, there is an explanation from His Majesty, and he, the person who handles it, can still share the profits.

The two parties negotiate, and the next step is to sign the contract and ship the goods.

Wu Qian didn't think about the series of effects caused by this incident at all.

The story of this transaction was quickly spread privately by the lion guards present.

"Gods, are you sure it's all true, the dragons use the best cheese and dried apples, and plenty of salt, to exchange all the white cotton clothes and quilts just for their children?"

"I can swear blood to any god."

"It's crazy. Are the dragons brainless fools? ”

"On the contrary, I saw a great king, arguably the wisest ruler of all time. He can give preferential treatment to the elderly and children, and he will not give up any member of the group. ”

The lion guards who stayed behind in the camp watched as the dragon transporters loaded the coats and quilts into trucks and transported them to the rear.

All this is really enviable.

The huge convoy slowly made its way home, and when they arrived at Rock City, they would unload their cargo and load the much-needed munitions on the front line and head south again.

A lion guard sniffled vigorously in the cold wind and sighed with infinite emotion: "Why can't our children enjoy this treatment? If you give up your current clan and join the dragon clan, then ......"

He didn't finish the rest of the sentence, and wisely and promptly shut his mouth.

Everyone present heard the first half, and it was actually enough.

Divergent fantasies are not bound by reality. From this day on, many leonos talk about common topics in private.

If I join the Dragons, what kind of future will I (we) get?

……

North of Suolong Pass, the main camp of the Holy See Army.

It's evening, and it's Bishop Somson's favorite time of day. He considered dinner as important as a weekly Mass. Food is a special blessing bestowed by the Holy Lord on believers and must be enjoyed with the most devout mind.

The chef made roast pheasant and Rossini pie today. The former is a specialty of the northern continent (Bishop Somson himself thinks so). He was very fond of grouse, especially the tuft-tailed grouse sent from the Plantagenet Kingdom. Located at the southernmost tip of the continent, this flightless meat bird is covered in snow and ice all year round, and the poor bird can only peck at the hard-shelled fruit that falls from the pine tower. In the bishop's view, the northern continent has almost the same climate as the south, but because of some unknown secrets, the species that grow on this land are huge.

Take this roast pheasant on the table, for example, which is equivalent to six times the size of the grouse. Because of its size, the chef had to cut it into several pieces and cook them separately before putting them back together when cooked. The finished item on the plate is served with kale and asparagus, as well as the bishop's favorite candied orange petals.

With an indescribable sense of satisfaction, Bishop Somsen took a piece of roast chicken from his plate without using a knife and fork, and was about to bite down on the most attractive part of the golden color, when he saw the curtain of the tent door being lifted from the outside, and the personal priest with a nervous expression walked in quickly.

"Your Excellency, we're in trouble." The black-robed priest knew Somson's rules well. However, the matter is urgent, and he can't take care of it so much, so he must report it in advance no matter what.

"What's wrong?" Somson's face was visibly gloomy, and he asked with suppressed anger as he put down the chicken nuggets in his hand. If the priest's answer does not meet the imaginary standard of "serious questions", he has a hundred ways to make this guy "gracefully inspired" to serve the Lord in the most painful state.

"The army of the Plantagenet Kingdom has been defeated, and their main force is fleeing from the northern front." The black-clad priest spoke quickly, but his pronunciation was clear: "The fleeing soldiers are storming our camp, we have captured some people, and we are asking for details. ”

Bishop Somson was stunned for a moment, and his reaction was quick: "Where is the Marquis of Elken?" And Viscount Monio. ”

"It's not clear yet." The priest shook his head and replied cautiously, "According to the captured Plantagenet Kingdom soldiers, there has been no news from their vanguard legion. The whereabouts of the Marquis of Elken are unknown. As for the giants of the north who defeated them, they are very different from our imagination. ”

A hint of fear flashed in Bishop Somson's eyes, and he subconsciously asked, "The Northern Giant killed all the Six?" ”

"They have guns, and they have cannons that far surpass ours in performance and power." The Black Priest did not provide an explanation for Six, believing that Bishop Somson understood his subtext.

The bishop was stunned for a few seconds, then suddenly "whoosh" from his chair to his feet.