Although the warehouse town is not large, there are many good things, there are three kinds of special products that are not found elsewhere, and there are more than 400 kinds of more common product catalogs. In addition, it can also provide six kinds of rare ores, more than 30 kinds of precious furs, and more than 50 kinds of precious medicinal materials.

The local produce is very abundant, and the inhabitants are small, and according to the judgment of the merchants, it is simply an inexhaustible treasure trove. Or the Swarosia family, who really think of this place as their own back garden, and it is clear that they control not only the production, but also the imports, but in a softer way, they give the local natives a certain degree of pricing power.

Some of the products are too small to be sold as regular goods, so they can only be sold on small streets.

According to the tradition of Warehouse Town, as long as you don't bargain and give money according to the price offered by the other party, then there will be no trouble at all. Under normal circumstances, the price offered by the other party is very realistic, and even so low that normal people feel that bargaining is very shameless.

All products here are of local origin, natural and unprocessed. Therefore, their basic pricing principle is: if it is a fruit and vegetable product, only the cost of picking is calculated, if it is a mineral product, only the cost of preservation, and if it is a caravan of goods that have been explicitly ordered, the cost of picking and preserving is calculated at the same time.

In other words, ordinary people here do not plant or mine anything with a special purpose, they go to the field to pick vegetables and fruits casually, and when they have nothing to do, they pick up some ores or something by the way, and think that it is good luck to get these things...... If a caravan placed an order for something, they would usually go out to do it, such as several endemic animal pelts.

They will also estimate the profit of the goods on the basis of cost, but the focus is generally bizarre, for example, a melon and fruit that looks like a different surname will be sold at a high price, for example, the sharp corners of a certain piece of ore can also increase the price by 20%.

It's been a while since he's been in this world, and Townsend has an idea of the value of general goods, but in Warehouse Town, general goods are rare, and even many things can be given away for free, but they are the most common goods that are used as luxury goods in the interior.

But even if it is a luxury product, not only is the price low, but the marketing method is also very strange -- do you know how to sell pearls? They keep them in the sea with the sea mussels that give birth to pearls, and there are five "pearls" in a huge stall.

As soon as Townsend stopped, the black and thin stall owner quickly pried open the mussel shell and said to Townsend, "Look, what a fresh pearl!"

Townsend thought to himself that this is not selling cucumbers, what kind of top flowers with thorns? But before he could say anything, the unlucky child's hand let the sea mussel be clamped, and the stall owner next to him hurriedly smashed the mussel shell to save it, and looked at Townsend with a sad face: "You saw it, it was fresh just now, woo woo, you can't help but admit it......"

"I'll buy it fresh!" Townsend hurriedly took out the money, thinking that he would not make any trouble: "Come, I want all of your stalls!"

Five pearls of different sizes only cost twenty in local currency, which is equivalent to Townsend exchanging a small mirror the size of a palm, and at inland prices, even in a place not far away like Yaxiu, he can exchange these pearls for a thousand small mirrors!

Halfway down the street, Townsend was already fully loaded, for there were so many good things that he had forged for a few pieces of wood that were good for making bows, and good enough metal to make two short swords. By the way, he got into a bit of trouble, but it wasn't Townsend's fault, but the dead leaf balls attached to him scrambled to jump down and eat a clump of colorful plants that the locals were selling to sell, and of course lost money in the end - Townsend also placed an order with the boss to get a bunch of similar plants for the dead leaf balls as rations.

"Delivery tomorrow!" the boss slapped his chest, then gathered a few people and rushed out of the town.

Carrying a myriad of things, Townsend smiled wryly and was about to turn around, but inadvertently, his eyes found in the booth next door to something he had seen before—a powder that reflected a magnificent light in the sunlight and was itself a lilac color.

Townsend was sure he was right, this was one of the ability powders found in the psychic after killing the Anomalous Chick!

Before he could take his eyes off the purple powder, Townsend was drawn to another black ore, and judging by the color and material, it was the inlay on the Anomalous Chick's glove, which was even purer than the glove. Well, two of the materials related to abilities, it seems that this little stall is unusual, at least not the kind of thing that you get a little bit by chance and then sell it.

Townsend walked over and quietly looked at the stall owner sitting cross-legged on the ground. He was a young man, with a simple face and a somewhat nervous expression, and although he was dressed in the West Coast style, he was very different from the locals. The fabric clothing covers the upper and lower body, and the hair and nails are cleaned up. It can even be said that he is a neat, elegant, and civilized West Coaster.

Although he also carried an unusually heroic mace on his back.

"Hello," Townsend smiled faintly at him, "how do you sell these things?"

"I don't sell my stuff," said the stall owner, who stood up like Townsend, glanced at Townsend, and replied in a dull voice, "This is used to lure fish to the bait." ”

Attracting fish to the bait, no matter what angle you look at, this is a word to find fault.

"Interesting," but the smile on Townsend's face remained, "You mean to say that we have a grudge and want to fight?"

"We don't have a grudge, we don't have to fight. The stall owner shook his head, and he replied to Townsend with a serious face: "I use these things to attract a special kind of inland people, people who need these things, people who are willing to give their time." ”

"What about this kind of person after being attracted?" Townsend had already learned the West Coast ethos, and he knew that the other party was actually just a little wrong with the way he spoke, so he seemed very patient: "What are you going to do next?"

"I'm going to ask you a few questions first. The young stall owner seemed stubborn: "Are you inland? Are you literate?"

"Of course, I came over the Ronda Mountains. If you're talking about words, I'm sure I know. ”

"Do you have time?" the stall owner then asked, "It won't take long, one or two days will do." ”

"I have free time, but I can't get out of Warehouse Town. Townsend replied, "If you want to hire someone to venture with you to some strange place, I obviously can't meet the conditions." ”

"It's not an expedition, and you don't have to leave Warehousetown," the stall owner shook his head, and his face was beaming, "We need a liar!"

On the one hand, Townsend had a certain curiosity about the ability, and on the other hand, he was also curious about the stall owner's thoughts, so they returned to the inn together after ten minutes.

As the person concerned, Townsend finally got a glimpse of how the smuggling business here works.

――Author's note: Everyone, Townsend's novel journey begins in this section! Everyone open their eyes and take a closer look! Don't be idle when you click on the collection and recommendation members!Another: I received ten enthusiastic reminder tickets, Xiao Ming's heart is entangled...... Shall we have a weekend? Do you dare to have a weekend?