Chen Mo was not as greedy as John Jacob Astor and kept the price of fur so low.

After all, the value of the household goods traded with the Native Americans was negligible compared to the huge profits made by these furs.

On this day, the three of them walked through the forest for a long time, and Chen Mo did not find the personnel of the American Fur Company, but he found an Indian tribe, so Chen Mo took Victor and James to rush over.

The tribe was located on a hill, the terrain was flat and open, and through the woods, cone tents made of straight trunks and bison skins were scattered in the open field, and many Indian men and women dressed in rough leather jackets and leather pants and wearing traditional Indian decorations were busy in the tribe.

The appearance of Chen Mo and the three of them made these Indians very wary at first, and nearly ten burly and fierce Indian warriors quickly rushed over and surrounded Chen Mo and the three of them with weapons in hand.

In the midst of this wild forest, strange outsiders usually mean danger, and the most common ones are the armed buying teams of the American Fur Company, which are heavily armed and arrogant, more robbers than merchants.

But after they saw the appearance of the person who came, they couldn't help but relax a lot.

Of the three strange intruders, only one adult looked a little combative, but his appearance and skin color were not those white people, but more similar to them, which made the Indians feel a lot more familiar.

The other two people behind him were white, but they were two teenagers who didn't look threatening.

And all three of them were bare-handed, and they didn't carry any weapons except for the three large backpacks behind their backs.

Therefore, although several Indian warriors surrounded the three people, they did not attack, but only watched the three people.

Soon, the chieftain of this tribe received the news and rushed over.

"Outsiders, what are you here for our tribe?"

Wearing a gorgeous black and white feather crown, the burly middle-aged chief walked through the crowd and came to the three of them, looked at the tall Chen Mo with sharp eyes, and asked in a deep voice in Indian language.

Chen Mo and the three of them had long been accustomed to this scene during this time, and they did not panic at all after being surrounded by a group of fierce Indian warriors, and only after the chief appeared and asked questions did Chen Mo slowly answer in the very standard Indian language that he had just learned.

"Acquire fur!"

The middle-aged chief's eyes lit up when he heard Chen Mo's standard Indian language, and he had a lot of good feelings in his heart, but when he heard that Chen Mo was here to buy fur, the chief couldn't help but glance at the two little guys standing behind Chen Mo, and looked at Chen Mo again with a somewhat complicated gaze.

"Young man, you'd better get out of the jungle as soon as possible, they won't let you go if they find out about it."

The middle-aged chief saw that Chen Mo was not very old and had two and a half children, and thought that Chen Mo did not know the situation here and did not know the existence of the American Fur Company, so he kindly persuaded him.

Facing the chief's kindness, Chen Mo smiled slightly.

"We've already had several acquisition teams."

"Then you ......"

The middle-aged chief couldn't help but be stunned when he heard this, but the words stopped when they came to his lips.

What does it mean to meet several and still stand here intact?

The middle-aged chief didn't know if what Chen Mo said was bragging, but obviously the other party didn't mean to give up the deal as he said.

What had to be said had been said, and the chief said no more, instead looking at the three of them with their grieving huge backpacks.

"Let me see your cargo."

Hearing this, Chen Mo nodded slightly, took off his backpack directly, and took things out from the inside.

Sharp knives, sturdy metal utensils, high-count liquor with a burst of booze, and many things they had never seen before.

When he first saw the things in front of him, the middle-aged chief's expression was quite normal, and the previous acquisition team also had these things, but the quality didn't seem to be as good as these, and as Chen Mo and the two little guys kept pulling out of their backpacks, the chief found that there were many things he hadn't seen before, which made his eyes light up, and the onlookers couldn't help but be even more happy.

Since the American fur company monopolized the fur trade in the entire Missouri, it began to greatly reduce the purchase price of fur, and the things exchanged with them were all the same, except for some daily necessities, mainly watching consumables such as liquor from their hands for fur.

Since it was completely monopolized by them, no other fur traders dared to come in and trade with them, so they were forced to accept this price and barter.

Anyway, these furs are just a by-product of hunting for them, and they don't use much of them themselves, especially the furs of some small animals such as beavers, which will eventually be thrown away if they are not traded, so it is better to exchange them for something useful.

However, this tribe is different from other tribes, their chiefs found that baijiu does not sublimate their spirits as other tribes think, but will paralyze their nerves and bodies, and damage their combat effectiveness, so they never drink alcohol, and these years of trading have also allowed them to exchange for enough living materials, for the trade with the American Fur Company, they actually don't need much anymore.

At this time, the large number of fresh things brought by Chen Mo and the three of them made their eyes shine.

"What is this?"

The middle-aged chief pointed to a human head-sized circle of sturdy metal frames with a solid prototype base underneath, a curved handle made of thick iron wire, and in the middle, an almost circular transparent glass ball was inlaid in the middle, which was firmly held in the middle by the upper and lower frames.

"It's a kerosene lamp."

Chen Mo said and gestured to Victor, who understood, picked up a box from the side, lit the kerosene lamp, and handed it to the middle-aged chief.

The chief glanced curiously at the match in Victor's hand before taking the kerosene lamp and looking at it.

"This lamp uses kerosene as fuel, which can be used for a long time, and the flame is protected by a glass cover, and it is not afraid of bad weather such as wind and rain."

The middle-aged chief's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he carefully looked the kerosene lamp in his hand up and down, and blew a few mouthfuls of the flames, and found that it was indeed inextinguishable, and he was even more happy.

Usually they use torches for lighting, if it is windy and rainy, they can only hide in the tent, and there is nothing to do, with this kerosene lamp that is not afraid of wind and rain, it will be much more convenient in the future.