Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, winter has passed.

Under the cover of snow, some anxious plants have begun to bud.

There was a table on the tower of the city gate, and several people sat around it, and a few meters away from them was a group of barbarian guards with fierce bodies revealing bursts of murderous aura.

Mo Xuan was staring at the white earth in the distance, and the wine in his hand was cooling in the cold temperature.

"My lord, what are you looking at? Kent asked in a low voice beside Mo Xuan.

I don't know when Kent has started to use honorific titles for Mo Xuan, and after repeated corrections, Mo Xuan is also laissez-faire. In fact, Mo Xuan understands that as Flame City becomes more and more powerful, there will be more and more unsatisfactory things, this is the mainstream of the world, and it is a culture that people have formed for generations, and it is almost impossible to change this situation.

"Kent, look. Mo Xuan stretched out his hand and pointed to a round of great sun in the sky: "The sun has begun to heat up, the snow has begun to melt, and in another half a month, the condition of the roads will also improve, and our trade routes will open again, and then it will be time to shock the world, and see how the goods of our Flame City have swept the Kingdom of Mali." ”

The people who were doing it had no doubt about Mo Xuan's words, because they knew how competitive Flame City's goods were.

To put it bluntly, it is several grades beyond other cities, the most important thing is that the price of such a good commodity is not expensive, and the cost of goods made by the industrial model is cheaper than that of a small workshop, and the concept of brand competitiveness proposed by Mo Xuan is several times that exceeds this era, so that the hearts of officials of all sizes in Flame City are extremely hot, and they are looking forward to the coming of spring, so that the reputation of their city can spread throughout the kingdom of Mali. This city, which is almost unknown in the Kingdom of Mali, will be the star of the year.

"It's just, Mo Xuan. Benedict shouted hesitantly.

Without looking back, Mo Xuan knew that this was Benedict as soon as he heard the title, because until now only Benedict still called Mo Xuan's name, and even Lu Sien began to be formal after the meeting, and only in private would he relax a little: "What's wrong? Benny." ”

Benedict pondered for a moment before he spoke: "We don't worry about selling mirrors, furniture, medicines, and jewelry, but how to sell the kind of thing called canned fish, you must know that the canned fish we are hoarding now are piled up in more than a dozen large warehouses, and with the cost of transportation and other losses, although the price is not expensive, but not everyone can afford it." We can't expect to be like us in Flame City, and we're the only city that can treat its citizens so well. ”

In Mo Xuan's eyes, Benedict became more and more like a big boss, and a calm and unhurried aura began to emanate from his body.

"Tell me, where do we sell our cans?" Mo Xuan didn't answer Benedict directly, and asked the others instead.

"Sold to the Metalot area, I heard that they don't even have oats there, and I think they need these. Aldridge said with a straight face.

The people next to him covered their heads in despair when they heard this, and sure enough, if they relied on this guy, the possibility of these canned fish being robbed was relatively high. Located in the northeastern corner of the Kingdom of Mali, the Metalot region is more geographically close to the Kingdom of Moon, with mountain peaks and a few unreliable greedy lords that have almost turned the province into a barren land.

Benedict's patient Adridge explained: "We all know that the people of Metalot can't even eat oats under the control of their lords, so how can they have the money to buy our cans." The cans that are pressed to our are all made by our workers, and the fish we buy from the fish people, all of which cost money, and we can't give them away for nothing!"

Adridge's expression froze suddenly, he knew that his business talent was not very good, but he didn't expect it to be so bad, so he retracted with a dry laugh helplessly.

"Or we sell to the Moon, who have money and lack food. "It was Laurie who spoke.

Mo Xuan nodded appreciatively to Laurie when he heard this, this is indeed a solution, and it is not wrong to say it, but Laurie ignored the environment of the Moon Kingdom.

"Yes, yes, just sell it to the Moons. ”

"Hehe, I didn't expect Laurie to be very useful!"

・・・・・・ everyone praised Laurie, and only Aldridge's face darkened on the side.

Mo Xuan knocked on the table, causing everyone's discussion to stop: "What Laurie said is indeed good, but have you ever thought about the environment of the Moon Kingdom?"

"The environment of the Moon Kingdom?" all the people who were still admiring it just now paused, including the somewhat fluttering Laury.

Seeing that everyone was thinking hard, Mo Xuan decided to say it himself, otherwise when it got dark, these guys might not be able to say it, because they rarely paid attention to this aspect, under the propaganda of the Kingdom of Mali, how evil and evil the Moon Kingdom was, but some basic situations were not well understood.

"You know, most of the territory of the Moon Kingdom is mountainous, and it is difficult to transport, not everyone has a space ring, and the bandits in the Moon Kingdom are not much more than the Mali Kingdom, and we need how many people to protect the caravan. The most important thing is that the rich people in the Moon Kingdom are also close to the Mali Kingdom, and their money is obtained by plundering the Mali Kingdom, and we are also people from the Mali Kingdom, and according to the hatred between the two countries, I don't think they will welcome us. Mo Xuan's words made everyone's boiling blood cool down, and he faintly regretted his thoughts in his heart, how could he sell food to his enemies.

"Then where do we sell, you must know that if we go farther, we will have to leave the kingdom of Mali, and the taxes along the way will make our cans sky-high. Benedict said worriedly.

Benedict's worries are not groundless, although the Kingdom of Mali is more centralized, it is essentially a feudal system of the aristocracy, and the big and small events in the city basically depend on the decisions of the nobles, including the taxes of a city. Some cities set taxes that even make merchants despair, but the taxes on tolls, gates, roads, walks, food, and so on are real.

Someone joked that a commodity worth one copper coin starts from the northwest corner of the Mali Kingdom of human forces to the southeast corner of the human power of the Duchy of Bit, then the tax collected by this commodity can even buy ten Mali kingdoms, from here you can know how unreliable the nobles are in terms of taxes.