One hundred and one chapters of salt fell sharply

The storm finally stopped, the snow began to melt, and the abominable sun hung again in the sky.

The Great Agate Wilderness has once again entered its dry season of the year.

In this vast area with no vegetation and no water sources, perhaps only the rising temperature will make people feel the end of the wasteland winter.

The snow on the top of the Ogre Canyon began to melt, and a snake and python creek flowed into the canyon, unlike the canyon of the past, at this moment a simple arch bridge was erected where the mountains meet the mountains.

Inside the tunnel, a railroad with steel rails pierced through the savage ice field between the bridge and the tunnel.

In three months, Li Zhenshu hired 100,000 laborers from the city of Smai to completely open the underground tunnel that runs through the north and south, and the railroad tracks have been laid.

Although it is very simple and even has some drawbacks, it has been able to solve a huge transportation problem.

It would take at least three years or more for a magic rail to be truly completed.

Now it can at least operate temporarily.

At this moment, in Redbeard Town, the shrimp with two long beards squinted and kept squeezing forward, and came to a long-legged squid sea man, "I am from the shrimp clan, five hundred catties of sea salt!"

"Well, three silver coins!", he took it directly after weighing, regardless of the price.

In this town, Redbeard has just given the order to start buying sea salt for the entire sea area, a full 100,000 tons!

Such a terrifying number is the first time on the coast, even if the sea tribe has no ability, they can find a small island to dry the sea water and get some sea salt.

These perennial races living in the sea are naturally useless, although they can trade with the creatures on the shore, but they are cheap and fatal, and now the price of the red beard is directly marked, two hundred catties of sea salt, and a silver coin.

This is a thousand years of can't wait for a deal, I heard that the price of seafood has been marked, the shrimp look at the continuous appearance of the sea tribe, and know that they are all coming to Redbeard Town to do business.

The undead knew what Redbeard wanted these things for, and had heard that some of the Sea Tribes were beginning to approach Redbeard.

Stormwind is as quiet as ever, a fortress that has guarded the eastern part of the wasteland for more than fifty years, and is a military powerhouse, a city of commerce, and a place for its inhabitants.

A small Stormwind City has a resident population of no less than 10,000, plus legions, merchants, slaves, and a floating population of almost 300,000 or more!

"Have you heard, the price of salt has dropped!", muttered a few small merchants in a tavern.

"I thought it was just ordinary salt?", the other merchant laughed, and the three of them gathered together, thinking that there was something good to sell.

"Do you know how much it has dropped?"

"How much?"

It held out five fingers, "Five!"

"Let's laugh at it, one achievement is enough for those merchants to lose money, five times that is not to drink the northwest wind! Which businessman has a rusty brain to do this kind of business, it is estimated that it is bankrupt!"

"What is bankrupt, is it the shop of Churchill's big businessman, can there be anything wrong?"

"What, Churchill, it can't be, he's a big businessman, and he does charity!"

"The undead are charitable, they used to cost five copper for a pound of salt, but now they only need one!", he said very carefully, "Stormwind City is talking about this!"

"Is there something wrong with this batch of salt?"

"Hmph, someone has already verified it, it's fresher than what we eat, and some people say it smells of sea!"

The merchant next to him hurriedly poured a glass of rum for him, "Brother, is there any news, don't forget the brothers when you get rich!", and the other person also stared straight ahead.

"It's not a secret, have you heard of Emerald Ridge?"

"Nonsense, who hasn't heard of Emerald Ridge now, people have contacted all the robbers, and they have said outside, they would rather offend Bolangsha Fire Crane than dare to offend Emerald Ridge, I heard that they gave those big robbers a month's share of two thousand golden hooves!"

"Could it be that the big deal has something to do with Emerald Ridge?"

The merchant took a slow sip of sake, "The news I just got today is that Li Zhenshu has recruited a group of gray dwarves out of nowhere and laid dwarf locomotives in his underground tunnels, do you know how much salt he can transport in one car?"

"How much!"

He stretched out a palm, "Fifty thousand tons!"

"How much?", even the people around them shouted in surprise, "No wonder the price of salt has dropped so much, and there is still a lot of money to be made at one time!"

"Nonsense, 50,000 tons is not enough for us to digest the storm, I heard that Churchill has negotiated with Li Zhenshu, at least 100,000 tons of salt per day!"

"Is that possible? Can he transport it?"

"You see if he wants a million, can he satisfy you!", the merchant was a little unconvinced, "You have never seen how terrifying the magic locomotive is, a full thirty sections, each section can withstand fifty yak beast carts." ”

The discussion in the tavern became hotter and hotter, and suddenly one person said, "Emerald Ridge can transport salt, do you need to transport other things!"

The usual sentence made everyone nervous suddenly, that is, the business of Stormwind City is so good because of the relationship between guarding the beast plateau and the savage snow field.

As long as you dare to work hard in the Great Agate Wasteland, you are guaranteed to earn enough rewards.

What has been passed down from the two forces is very popular among the Terrans.

But now, since Li Zhenshu was able to transport the scarce salt, what about the others, such as the mineral deposits on the savage ice fields and the rich sand and leather on the beast plateau.

"I've heard that someone is buying grain from all over the city!" said one of the people next to him.

"What do you do when you collect grain?"

"Resell to the orcs, how far has the cost of mana locomotives to transport them drop, and what business will we have in the future, support the orcs, and the army of Stormwind City will not care?"

After the argument, the merchant felt even more nervous in his heart, a pound of copper and a pound of salt, within the human race, the normal price of salt was about seven copper.

This kind of huge profit is simply irresistible!

The merchants had already felt the difference, and without even arguing too much, they ran outside the storm station and waited.

Sure enough, the current storm station is very different from before, and next to the square, a vast open space has been opened.

A row of iron tracks stretched out of the tunnel, and the entire clearing was firmly enclosed by iron mesh, leaving only a gate for the beast carts to enter and exit.

The tracks are separated from the high-speed access they are able to use.

A rumbling sound could be faintly heard.

I saw a long iron dragon, speeding out of the dark tunnel.

Behind the black steel locomotive was more than 30 sections of black iron sheets, and on top of the iron sheets, there were truckloads of crystal clear white sea salt.

"Dwarf locomotive!", now more people are willing to call it the Emerald Ridge locomotive.

After all, the dwarves were only used for their own mineral transportation, and although the current locomotive uses the dwarven locomotive template, it is not only twice as large as the dwarf locomotive, but the drag car has more than tripled the skin.

As soon as the dwarf locomotive stopped, I saw hundreds of yak beast carts approaching, and the white salt was unloaded like gravel.

Everyone looked at them in a daze, how much white salt should there be!

It's only the first day, and they don't dare to think about how much sea salt this locomotive can transport to the Terran realm in the future.

Impact!

Market Shock!

Now that they have had an impact on the salt industry they rely on, looking at the swarthy tunnel, they can't imagine what the other industries in Stormwind will do in the future.

Truckloads of grain began to load into the magic locomotive, thirty carriages, not a single one was empty!

No one dared to imagine how profitable it would be to transport such a huge cart of grain to the beast clan, knowing that now is the time when there is no harvest.

This is not sea salt, but food that must be fed!

Looking at the words on the caravan, Churchill, the famous merchant of the Terrans.

"No, such a deal cannot be taken by a caravan!", knowing that no amount of salt Churchill could swallow.

This terrifying chamber of commerce, which operates in the seven kingdoms of the human race, relies on cheap trading and will completely rule the basic consumption.

Today is sea salt, tomorrow oil, and the day after tomorrow cloth.

In less than a year, all of them will be devoured by the big merchants.

There is no other choice!

They kind of hate Emerald Ridge, but at the same time drool over the horrific cargo on the magic locomotive.

The nature of a merchant is like that of Wolfe, and his adaptability to the market is comparable to that of any race.