As a wizard, Hua Lin has received a considerable degree of education in the Jialuo world, which naturally includes some about the economy, but the knowledge in the books and the personal experience are two different things, just take "demand determines supply" as an example, Yishan taught him a good lesson this time. There is no shortage of trees in Yishan, and there seem to be many carpenters, but if he wants to find a decent bed here, it is actually more difficult than finding a gem for casting spells in Shuanghe County!

If the Yi people knew what he wanted, they would have scoffed, what is the use of the bed? The Yi people do not sleep in beds, even the richest Tusi nobles, they do not sleep in beds, they sleep in a thick felt cloak, shrunk into a ball, around the fire, the sword is pressed between the arms and knees, so that they can draw their swords at any time to defend against the enemy who invades at night, and sleeping on the bed is the method that only those stupid outsiders will use! Those people outside the mountains used such a brainless sleeping position, so they were caught one by one as easily as chickens sleeping in the chicken coop and became slaves!

Not even Paigang Toast, who owns a bed, has never slept on this bed. He has such a steep terrain in Gala Cave, and so many fierce warrior men and a good priest's daughter, but that doesn't mean that he can lie on his own bed and sleep carefree like a fool outside the mountain! He has to keep his sword within reach, and he has to rely on a felt cloak instead of a quilt to resist the cold of the night in Yishan, and the only difference from other Yiren is that he sleeps with a pillow in the corner of the bed......

That's why Hua Lin had to sweep the bed and make it back before going to bed, even though Pai Gang had slept on this bed the night before, nine out of ten of the beds had never slept with anyone!

What a fool of the slave trader who sent the bed!

Because no Yiren would lie down and sleep, even if there were some carpenters in Yishan, they would not have made a bed for a long time, or they would not have thought of making this "Raushzi" at all, Paigang Toast's bed was customized by a slave trader who wanted to please this powerful toast outside the mountain, disassembled into several parts, and reassembled in the Gala Cave after being carried into Yishan with human and animal power - he must have laughed if he knew the way Tusi used this bed.

In a way, these arrogant and ferocious people, together with their toasts, were just another kind of slave under the slavery system they loved, who seemed to have gold and silver slaves, but could not sleep peacefully in their own beds, and were always on the lookout for slaves to escape, or for their neighbors to take them as slaves, and to endure the disadvantages of having little trade and commerce if they wanted to enjoy the benefits of plundering slaves from their neighbors. There are no towns in the mountains of the Yiren, because even if they go to the priests, or if the priests come to them, they must march with full armor and vigilance, and even if they go to the master's house and sit down and drink, they cannot lay down their arms and be vigilant. The rich Paigang Tusi, who was more dependent on foreign merchants than the poor Jiming Village, had to wait for a little bit of something that his own people couldn't make, such as an embroidery needle or a wig, and it would take two whole months instead of a day or ten days, and the caravan would come two months later, and the price of that needle would also make the blackest profiteers in Shuanghe County startled, but if he couldn't sell it at such a high price, what merchant would want to enter Yishan, which was extremely dangerous for Yiren Tusi?

It's no wonder that Hua Lin has now snatched the Gala Cave of Paigang Toast, and unceremoniously lived in Tusi's bedroom, enjoying the best things he snatched from Toast, and was also sighed by Xiao Qianqiu: "Go to the countryside to help the poor!"

Xiao Qianqiu originally thought that he was already one of the few poor people in the world when he was young, but the facts ruthlessly proved to him that he thought too beautifully.

The poor families in Qingzhou City, no matter how bad their daily life is, the aroma of the pastry shop next door, the babbling of the flowers and willows on the stage of the wealthy businessmen during the New Year's holidays, all do not need a penny, as long as the stomach is a little less hungry, a small child can rely on these to enjoy it, and occasionally when he is a little lucky, his mother's employer gives him an extra reward and does not call for robbery, he will take him to the shop to buy two cakes, and beg someone to "scoop a bowl low" (The broth without meat is almost free of charge, and if the spoon is low enough, the remaining meat residue that has settled at the bottom of the bucket will be scooped out), and the hot cake is served with a hot broth with meat residue, and you can swallow it all in one bite.

But what kind of life did the rich and powerful Paigang Toast live?

Cakes—he should have never seen them in his life, and if he did, he probably wouldn't be at ease eating them—judging from the "glorious deeds" of the slave traders he had sold, it would be right to be cautious and counterattack. Entertainment, if the priest jumping god can be regarded as entertainment, Paigang Toast can enjoy it three or four times a year. He had a large bed whose freight rate exceeded the cost, but he had never slept on his back until now in order to guard against his enemies, neighbors, and relatives.

However, Hua Lin apparently did not learn from Paigang Tusi's example and life experience in Yishan, and he occupied the back of Tusi's bed and fell asleep.

"Aren't you watching?"

"You're watching. ”

"Are you sure I'll show it for you?"

"What level are these Yi people, I'm sure you've seen it, who else in the world besides me has the kung fu to teach them to look like a person? So, if I have any three long and two short things - you have to teach them yourself - provided they will listen to your thimble - otherwise, you will have to live with them in this mountain for the rest of your life, do you understand, protect me is protect yourself, well. Hua Lin's words were very sincere, but Xiao Qianqiu felt that he was not much different from the traffickers who specialized in abducting and selling little girls: "You started with this idea, right?"

For a true immortal, time is simply endless, and he doesn't mind waiting for Hua Lin to wait for ten or twenty years for him to figure out how to go to Yuexi Mountain, but if Hua Lin is finished in Yishan, it will be his turn to accompany this group of people in Yishan to go back more and more, and after two hundred years, they have already regressed from the country to the tribe, and they are still going back to the clan......

It seemed a little bit like the situation of a Death Worship monk who had offended the corpse god and was permanently trapped in the rotten wood by the corpse god.

If not worse than them.