Taking off the red sock tied to the inside of the belt, Aldrich opened its mouth and lifted a basket of wheat with one hand, and as soon as it approached, it was automatically engulfed by the space bag, like a three-headed dog with a bottomless stomach bag, Cerberas.

Determined to test its limits, Tris's right hand was like a harpist plucking silk strings as fast as a harpist, and the flour bags and baskets in the pantry vanished at a visible speed of meat. It wasn't until the Red Socks closed on their own and no longer engulfed them that Aldrich looked up and looked around.

More than half of the whole wheat bakery's stock has gone, and Triss estimates that the volume of the space bag is about 150 cubic meters, and the weight of the rattan baskets, sacks and other miscellaneous items is nearly 70 tons, which is really considerable. However, when the red socks are held in the hand, they seem to have no weight lightly, which shows that the magic of the space bag really lives up to its name.

Thinking of the trade with the highland warrior Baruch Stone Axe, it is better to be cautious for the first time to experience this trade, and the reserves in the storage room have been reduced by more than half for no reason, which will not only arouse the covetousness of outsiders, but also his own people will inevitably be curious, Aldrich After thinking about it, he took out ninety percent of it and put it back in its place, and put some rattan baskets and sacks loosely, and the helpers who opened and took it to make bread every day would definitely not be able to see it.

There was a clear record of the accounts and transactions, and Aldrich suddenly slapped his head, thinking: "Rabbits know not to eat the grass next to the nest, and I am so blindly confident that I use the grain in my storeroom to trade with the highlanders, and I should directly start with the big grain merchant or the flour marketing merchant, and the money is not in the account and directly make a transaction." ”

Tris clenched his right hand into a fist, slapped it with his left hand, and thought to himself: "Just now, I really have to collect thirty percent from Baruch...... No, it should be a forty percent deposit, sandwiched in the daily orders of the whole wheat bakery, and the right to be merged into the new Canadian Union store, unknowingly fishing in troubled waters. ”

Simply putting all the food in the space bag back in its place, Aldrich patted the flour on his body, tidied up his outfit for a while, and left the storage room directly. Avoiding the well-wishers who came to visit him with various intentions, he quietly left the spiral staircase on the outer edge of the second floor, and waited for a moment at the stop where the public carriage was parked by the roadside, and soon a double-decker carriage passed by.

The carriage was empty and not very spacious, but the roof and sides of the carriage were filled with passengers of different identities, and at the back of the carriage was a two-wheeled trailer full of bags and bags, crisscrossed by a dozen ropes that held the passengers' eyes firmly in place.

After raising his hand to stop, Aldrich took out a silver deler and shook it at the toll collector standing at the front door of the carriage, and soon the other party squeezed out a professional warm smile, opened the carriage door for him with his own hands, and stretched out his hand to invite him to sit down.

After Triss got into the car without hesitation and sat down, the coachman shook the reins slightly, and the eight blindfolded horses snorted and walked with tired steps, and the soles of their horseshoe nailed rhythmically kicked the gravel-paved pavement with a crisp clucking sound.

"Dear sir, where are you going?"

Instead of installing expensive glazing, the young toll collector approached Aldrich and asked Aldrich about his destination in an overly enthusiastic and exaggerated tone, so that he could estimate the mileage and charge the corresponding fee.

"No. 36 Rosin Avenue, Ponte Grain Company!" said the address he was going to succinctly, the toll collector closed his eyes, put his right hand on the glassless door, and counted with five fingers of his left hand.

Tris was a little curious, and thought to himself, "Is this skill a secret calculation?" The fixed meager charge for each mileage has to be added to each other, and the movement of the fingers is somewhat similar to the feeling of mental arithmetic. ”

The toll collector opened his eyes and squeezed out a warm smile again: "Dear sir, our public carriage will pass through Rosin Avenue along the way, but unfortunately it will not pass through the Ponte Grain Row, the distance is only more than two miles, ten copper fennigs, and one silver delle has been returned." ”

After saying the kind words, he directly stretched out his left hand, Tris didn't care, and put the silver coin in the palm of the toll collector's hand, "Don't look for it, take it as your tip." Of course, I don't covet your skills, but I think that with this skill, you should find a better job. ”

The toll collector carefully put away the silver, and did not find the two clean copper fennigs that had fallen into his pocket, and anyway, it was fine, and he stood on the pedal of the carriage door, and passed the time with the kind and generous gentleman.

"My grandfather taught me this mental arithmetic, and there are many formulas, but only a few are useful. Our family has been a farmer in the Barony of Stoke for generations, and because of this skill, we have served as the secretary of the manor and the agricultural officer, but since the decline of the manor six years ago, our family has lost its status and had to go to the city to make a living. ”

"Baron Stoke!" Aldrich smiled and nodded lightly as he remembered the rather difficult years of the military knight family he was sent to study by his father when he was a child, "I used to learn how to be a knight in Baron Stoker's castle!

"Dear Mr. Knight, allow me to reply. The toll collector was in high spirits, as if the Knight of Triss in front of him reminded him of his childhood life of dignity and wealth, and that sharing the glory of the Baron Stoke's family in the past made him feel as good as new.

"I am the eldest son of the noble farmer of Hazel Estate, Le Tale, under the name of the revered Lord Stoke, of the Hazel Estate. ”

Aldrich recalled the past in his memory, he could be regarded as a frequent visitor to the Hazel Tree Manor near the Whispering Forest, but he knew all the children of the Le Tale family, but this little Le Tale, who became the eldest son of the registrar, had no impression at all, and the big nose and apple chin of the old Le Tale were not at all traced.

Triss was secretly alarmed, and thought to himself, "It can't be so coincidental! I just ran into an 'acquaintance' just out of the house, and he was too enthusiastic, and I remember that the Stoke knight did not have a good attitude towards the peasants." ”

Sensing that the young man not far away might be carrying some kind of mission, Aldrich's heart suddenly lost interest, and a look of indifference and alienation suddenly appeared on his face, but the toll collector of the public carriage was completely unaware, and he didn't know that he was exposed, and he kept performing.

"Be careful!" After all, he was a virtuous knight who obeyed the old rules, and when he saw a private carriage approaching quickly, Tris was worried that the toll collector standing on the pedal of the carriage might be injured, so he hurriedly reminded him and pulled him into the carriage.

Caught off guard, "Little Retalé" was forcibly dragged into the carriage by Aldrich from the window without glass, and at this time, the modified private carriage whizzed by, and even rubbed the tractor-trailer behind it, and in the exclamation of the passengers on the roof, two ropes unfortunately broke and almost knocked the salute above.

"You saved my life, you saved my life! I almost lost my life just now, and I will be seriously injured if I don't die, thank you so much, respected Mr. Knight. The young toll collector was frightened, and his face was mixed with joy.

Looking at his expression, which did not look like a "performance" of a theater, Aldrich was a little surprised, and thought: "Surely he is too deep into the play! Could he really be the eldest son of the Le Tale family?"

Pressing down on the doubts in his heart, Tris felt that now that he was famous, there would definitely be many people peeping at him, and a few "acquaintances" he met by chance on the road were not surprising at all, so he raised his guard in his heart, but on the surface he returned to normal and peaceful, chatting with the young toll collector without a match.

The public carriage strangely did not stop, and drove directly to Rosin Boulevard, which made Aldrich more and more suspicious, but after getting off the carriage, he didn't care about anything else, and walked directly to No. 36 Ponte Grain.

"Little Retalé" called him several times but did not respond, and he felt a little uneasy, and came to sit down beside the coachman in silence.

The coachman raised his head, revealing a beard, his eyes like a cold blade, and like an eagle falcon staring at its prey, and he reprimanded: "It's only been a few days since you left the Rose Theater, and you've become addicted to acting again?

"Boss, wasn't everything normal just now?" the young toll collector frowned, not knowing what he was doing wrong?

"You've gone too far! The son of a farmer on a manor, with a ridiculous stage tone, this is not a theater with a large audience, thunderous applause, you should know who you are, and you are stupid and ignorant to talk to a knight in a calm tone, your mind is full of straw? Or did you get into the water when you washed your hair last night?"

"Boss, give me another chance, I promise I won't let you down. "From the Rose Theater, a voice interlude that simultaneously dubbs the protagonist with a brilliant appearance and a naturally hoarse voice, a young man who has no name but the nickname "Tongue Bird" can't wait to seize the opportunity to escape his tragic fate.

"I don't know when the next time will come. The coachman paused slightly, and the passengers of the two-tiered carriage stopped playing, got out of the car in silence, and did not even take their luggage, but dispersed directly into the nearby crowd.

After slowly moving forward and stopping at the station, the coachman and the toll collector quietly got out of the car, and then someone stepped forward to take over and drive the public carriage back to the main station to park.

Aldrich Triss walked straight to his destination, arriving at the Ponte Grain Store at 36 Rosin Boulevard, where his scavengers' union uniform was like a business card, a letter of introduction, and was quickly welcomed by his hired staff.

"Twenty bags of flour, fifteen catties, and twenty bags of wheat for me, this year's new wheat, aged ones can also be, standard bags, don't give me two catties. ”

Ponte Grains attached great importance to Aldrich Triss's growing business, not because of his Triss family background, but because of his good reputation in the docklands, and the senior manager reached out to the foreman of the hired staff and asked him to arrange for the loading of the trucks, and turned to President Triss and asked, "Not long after the goods were purchased, is it the new Canadian league of whole wheat bakery?"

Aldrich said not a word, but smiled and blinked, lying was not in keeping with the commandments of an honest knight, and as for telling the truth, it was not known whether the Ponte Grain would agree to sell wheat and flour to the Highlanders.

"Yes, I understand, your business is growing rapidly, and the cumulative effect of the snowballing is not only in the Shiying and the neighborhoods, I believe you will soon master the bread business in the docklands. It's rare that you still run this kind of small thing yourself, but if it were me, I would have called the hired staff to run errands. ”

"I don't do ordinary things myself, but this time it's different. I have a very good friend, and if I don't help with this myself, I'm afraid I won't be able to do it. ”

The manager gently patted Aldrich Triss on the shoulder: "It's great to be friends with you." I wonder if I'm honored?"

"I will give a deposit of forty percent for this grain car, and after the friend at the destination accepts it, I will make up the shortfall part, if you allow it, we will be friends in the future." "It is not easy or serious to give him a problem, but he will be an army.

Unexpectedly, the senior manager of Ponte Grain Bank rarely seized this opportunity, and nodded directly in agreement without thinking about it: "Your business is growing day by day, and you will definitely not fail to repay your debts, I believe in your credit." ”

It was Aldrich's turn to look surprised, and the manager felt very useful, and Tris asked, "You have a high authority in the Ponte Grain Company, and you can allow me to owe such a large sum of money." ”

"I'll help you, you help me, we're friends!" Seeing Aldridge's smile, the professional manager on the snake batter knew that he had won a bet and had successfully won the friendship of President Triss.

To be honest, he didn't care about this little money at all, the daily income of the scavengers' union was now known on the streets, and it was not a small amount.