It took a while for the turtledove to return to the camp.

The third box had already been closed by Geronimo, and he was sitting on it with the dagger in his hand dripping blood.

"Turtledove, this dagger is good, can you give it to me?" Geronimo asked.

"Yes." Turtledove replied.

……

Sergeant Scott had a sleepless night.

Early in the morning, he saw the murderous Geronimo return to camp with his team of horses.

The smell of blood can't even blow away from the morning breeze for a long time.

It was hard for Scott to imagine why even such a vicious man would surrender to the turtledove.

As soon as he thought of this, he couldn't help but shudder.

Turtle dove...... It's horrible!

An Indian brought him breakfast, baked tortillas and a meat roll, which tasted moldy, but Scott didn't pick one.

Unlike the Texans who started enjoying wine and steak once they got rid of their cowboy status, Scott always believed that there was no need to waste too much money on food and clothing. Thrift is a virtue, and money only makes sense if it is saved.

"Thank you!" Scott politely addressed the Indians who brought him food.

"You're welcome, Scott!" The Indian said. "My name is Parrot!"

"Hello, parrot! You're so handsome! ”

"Really?" The parrot laughed.

There are many people who have praised him for his intelligence, many people have praised him for his sharp teeth, and many people have praised him for his talent for languages.

But this is the first time that someone has praised him for being handsome!

"Of course it's true!" Scott said, "There must be a lot of girls who are obsessed with you, right?" ”

The parrot thought of the barrel-like girls of the tribe, and it seemed that this was indeed the case!

"If you can appreciate me like this, then I'm relieved!" The parrot smiled and said, "You can see that you are a good person!" ”

"Good guys? Uh, of course, absolutely! ”

Just as the parrot first heard someone praise him for being handsome, it was the first time Scott heard someone praise him for being a good man.

This unexpected joy created a good start for the next conversation between the two.

"Sergeant Scott, have you ever thought about doing a little business?" The parrot took a gold peso out of his pocket, flicked it on his finger, and the golden coin made a 'buzz' sound and flew into the air.

Almost instinctively, Sergeant Scott reached out and grabbed it.

Fingers twisted twice on the coin before handing it back to the parrot.

"You should know, Mr. Parrot, I'm a soldier, uh, my main job is to defend my country—" Scott said reservedly.

"For you, Mr. Scott!" The parrot didn't pick up the gold coin.

"- Although I occasionally do a small business, but a small fight is enough to support my family!" Scott said.

"Why not make the business bigger?" The parrot asked.

Scott's eyes lit up suddenly, and he raised his eyebrows, as if sensing something.

But he disguised himself well, and when he looked at the parrot again, he had a look of 'I don't like money'.

"I'm a soldier after all!" Scott replied.

"Oh, coincidentally, I'm a soldier too!" The parrot smiled and said, "Our duty is to defend the country, but I am different from you, I am a soldier and make money at the same time. Since you're not interested in money, there's nothing I can do—"

The parrot patted the dirt on its palms that didn't exist, and prepared to stand up.

"Mr. Parrot!" Scott flicked his buttocks, left the ground, and reached out to pull the parrot back to sit down.

"Anything else?" The parrot asked.

Scott leaned forward and whispered, "I think money is better for defending the country than guns—"

"Yes, I think so too!"

"Let's be honest, parrot, I want to do some business with you too! Trust me, as soon as I saw you, I knew we could do something together! You should have heard me yesterday when I swore to the turtledove, right? I swear to be your voice in the white world, I swear to be your walker in the wasteland, to be your puppet, to be your slave, to be your disciple......"

The parrot then heard Scott repeat the long string of sworn oaths he had made yesterday at the beak of the turtledove.

The categorical tone, the determination to see death as home, even the parrot sighed to himself, and deeply felt that he still had a lot to learn.

"No need, no need!" The parrot smiled, and quickly stopped Scott's swearing, "Not so much...... Okay, okay...... I believe in you, I believe in you, Sergeant Scott! ”

"If you tell me to break my oath, let me not die a good death!" Scott said fiercely.

"Okay!" The parrot leaned in and whispered, "There is such a thing......

Scott listened.

"We don't know each other anymore!" The parrot said, "We got along quite well!" If you snatch your horse like this, then I am afraid that it will not be good to see each other again. Everyone is looking for a life in this wasteland, so there's no need to make such a fuss, right? ”

"Yes, yes, yes-" Scott hurriedly spoke, but hurriedly changed his words: "It's okay, it's okay, it's supposed to be ......"

"So, what does Turtledove mean, your horses are the first business between us, and we should buy them from you, how about it?"

Scott grinned and asked, "If you buy it...... Hey, that's fine! Yes! How to buy? ”

"You know what's going on in the horse market, right?" The parrot asked.

"Forty dollars a horse!" Scott replied without hesitation.

Originally, the capacity of the horse farm under his jurisdiction should be more than 400 horses, but now only 300 horses have been scraped together, and the excess is either 'dead' or 'missing'. He is not an ordinary acquaintance with horses.

"This is a war horse!" The parrot reminded him.

"What about ......", Scott was startled, thought and thought, "Nine percent off?" ”

"Do you think we're any people, robbers?" The parrot said with some displeasure, "Since I have been so open and honest with you, why don't you understand what I mean?" ”

Scott looked at the parrot suspiciously.

"Eighty dollars a horse!" The parrot said generously. "In the future, no matter how the price of horses fluctuates in this market, as long as you can find horses, we will double the price for you, how about it?"

"Huh...... Hey! Scott raised his hand and wiped a handful of saliva from the corners of his mouth, "Really? ”

The parrot beckoned, and an Indian soldier brought over a pocket.

The parrot shoved the pocket into Scott's hand. "You count, twenty-four thousand dollars, is there anything missing?"

Scott looked at the parrot and then at the bag in his hand.

I silently calculated for a while: 80 dollars a horse, a total of 300 horses; A hundred horses is $8,000, and three hundred horses are three $8,000 combined; You have to add up three $10,000 and subtract three $2,000......

He then opened his pocket and counted them one by one.

Counted twice.

happily closed the bag, but did not close his mouth:

"Not bad, not bad! Twenty-four thousand dollars! Exactly 24,000 dollars! ”

Scott was overjoyed, and when he looked at the parrot again, his eyes were already hot.

"This business ...... It's really not small, big business, big business, hehe! ”

"Haha!" The parrot laughed. "It's just a $20,000 business, what kind of business is it? How did we get the money, you also saw it yesterday! Mr. Sergeant, with your conditions and our ability, we can make the business bigger and bigger! ”

The parrot raised its hands, made a gesture the size of a pumpkin, then a bucket, and finally stretched out its arms and hugged the sky.

Scott was ecstatic, and at first he wanted to pretend to be calm.

However, he held back his hard work and finally couldn't help laughing.

"Haha, okay! Yes! Yes! Mr. Parrot, you believe me, you must believe me! I'll be sure to get something that will please you! You have to trust me! ”

Everyone in the wasteland knows that doing business with the Indians is the most promising!

Can something that is expressly prohibited by the laws of the United States of America and the Republic of Texas not be done?

Scott also knew that there were several large companies in the wasteland, either the Secretary of State or a major general, that specialized in this kind of business, and that no one else was allowed to do it.

Scott used to be a petty sergeant, selling needles and threads at most to the Indians or the fleeing Irish.

He has always struggled with the lack of access to the top of the Indian tribes, and can only watch others make money.

For every penny someone earns, he feels as bad as if he lost a penny.

The beaver is not angry, but as an Indian, he can't get on the line of the Indian tribe, which is simply a shame for the Indians!

Well, now, with his own ability, he has finally caught the line of a large Indian tribe, and moreover, it is a powerful turtledove tribe!

As for being beaten by a turtledove yesterday, what is that?

It's a thousand times better than trying your luck on the Caribbean Ocean on a pirate ship!

He only hated that he was just a sergeant now, and he wouldn't be able to get enough for a while, for fear that the turtledove would dislike his strength. Compared with those companies, he is indeed a little unscrupulous with a sergeant.

"You must trust me, Mr. Parrot! What about turtledoves? Can I meet a turtledove? ”

Scott is not afraid of turtledoves now, yesterday he cried like a child under the guns of turtledoves, and now he is excited like a child.

He desperately needs to see the turtledove again, and it is better to make up a few more poisonous oaths, and if necessary, to cut off a finger or something, sincerity must be in place.

Before the parrot could answer, he couldn't wait to stand up, only to find that the camp was already moving north.