The night before Stan left, the guys were in low spirits. They didn't talk much to each other, and even when they did, their talk was listless.

But Stan didn't spoil them - they had to leave even if they didn't want to, they came here to purchase goods and make money, not to enjoy themselves.

This is heaven for the guys.

They stayed there for four days and enjoyed themselves for four days. They didn't even have to leave the house to eat, drink, defecate or urinate.

Every morning at dawn, someone would deliver food, snow-white bread with a milky aroma, and jam or butter to spread.

Put two slices of lettuce and ham on it, and drink it with a glass of milk. It will wake you up even when you are sleeping.

Each person was paid one silver coin per day, but no one felt that they were losing out - although they did not pay for the food themselves, the dishes were different every day, the portions were sufficient, and the taste was so good that even Stan, who had dined with the nobles before, could not say with his eyes closed that the food was worse than that cooked by the nobles' chefs.

Stan also wanted to kidnap the chef here. Although he was not very old, he had seen a lot of the world and eaten a lot of delicious food. Those delicious foods that were praised as heavenly by others were just so-so in his eyes.

The nobles’ food preparation methods are very complicated, but the taste...

Anyway, when Stan put it in his mouth, it tasted almost the same as before processing.

It is easy to buy things, but it is not so easy to find chefs. Chefs are passed down from generation to generation, from master to apprentice, or from parents to children. They will not learn other people's skills, nor do they have the means to learn. Therefore, a chef does not know many dishes. Let alone eating them every day, eating them for one or two months is enough.

But he can't possibly employ a bunch of chefs.

The salary of a cook is much higher than that of a waiter! It hurts Stan to support one.

Although he knew in his heart that he could not take the chef here with him, Stan still shamelessly ran to Ye Zhou and asked if he could buy a recipe. He also patted his chest and promised: "I will definitely only let people cook for me to eat."

Ye Zhou smiled and didn't take it seriously. A businessman doesn't want to make money? Even a three-year-old child wouldn't believe this.

So Ye Zhou said: "I can give you the recipe, but you have to pay for it. As long as you can pay the price, you can do whatever you want with the recipe."

Stan, who originally wanted to take advantage, had to bear the pain and pay some money.

But even so, the "recipe" he bought only contained recipes for soy sauce and cake.

Stan, whose pockets were already empty, couldn't afford to buy other recipes.

When Stan came, he only brought some people with him, but when he left, he took a caravan with him. When he came, everyone rode horses, but when he left, everyone walked, and the horses pulled the carts, which were full of goods.

Ye Zhou was considerate enough and gave them oilcloth to cover the goods. After all, porcelain was still okay, but if the tea got damp, Stan would lose all his money. Stan was so grateful that he wished he could squeeze out two tears to express his feelings.

But Ye Zhou just smiled.

A businessman's tears come easily, better than those of some actors.

"Your Highness! Wait until I finish selling this batch of goods!" Stan just sat on the carriage and stuck his head out of the door and shouted at Ye Zhou.

Ye Zhou smiled and nodded: "Okay, I'll wait for you to come next time."

Zhou Yuanhe, who was standing behind Ye Zhou, whispered, "Your Highness?"

Ye Zhou was not embarrassed this time. After all, this "identity" was not something he made up. He nodded naturally and said, "He thinks I should be a prince, otherwise I wouldn't have so many tea leaves and porcelain."

Zhou Yuanhe said, "Tsk, they are really good at making up stories."

Ye Zhou: "Thinking of things you can't understand as people and things you are familiar with is also a way to eliminate fear."

Stan is gone, but the supermarket business has not slowed down.

Before, most of the people who came to the supermarket to buy things were humans. Although there were also dwarves and elves, they all lived in the deep mountains and forests, and it was not easy for them to come out. They bought a lot of things at a time, and Ye Zhou thought he would not see them again for some time.

After dealing with the natives for so long, the employees have gained a little understanding of this world.

For a long time, the race that ruled this continent was the human race, so the various races lived separately, but the human race was still the dominant race.

Other races are not as numerous as humans, and their technological development is not as fast as humans. Most of the big cities are human cities.

Other races basically live in the countryside, have little communication with humans, do not intermarry with each other, and don't even speak the same language.

The dwarves and elves on the mountain were able to get the news before because Apu and his sister often went to the mountain and made several dwarf friends. Otherwise, even if Ye Zhou's business grew, the dwarves and elves on the mountain would not know that there was a supermarket at the foot of the mountain.

Even if they knew, they would not choose to go down the mountain.

Ye Zhou had no interest in the racial composition of the place - when he first came here, he thought there was magic in this world, or that the elves had wings and could fly.

After I came here, I found that magic does exist, but it is no different from conjuring. Moreover, only a minority of the minority can do magic. Those with a little magic power will be taken to the temple. Ordinary people will never see them in their entire lives. Their duty is to "perform" in every major sacrificial activity, and then return to the temple and wait to come out again for the next sacrificial activity.

As for elves, they don't have wings, those with wings are goblins.

Fairies live in deeper forests and are only the size of a human's palm. Their bones are hollow, just like birds. If they fly all the time, they will have to poop constantly, which is a very eye-catching scene.

So fairies don’t wear pants, both men and women wear skirts.

Although Ye Zhou had never seen a fairy, just by listening to people's descriptions, he felt that all the beautiful and romantic fantasies about fairies in his heart were shattered.

So when he learned that more goblins and dwarves were coming, he was not as excited as he was at the beginning, and did not go out to see for himself.

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"Slow down!" The young goblins chased the younger brother in front of them barefoot. Their green skin almost blended with the surrounding grass in the sun. It was a rare trip down the mountain, and all the young goblins wished they could grow wings and fly down.

The laughter almost broke through the sky.

The goblin caught up with the younger brother in front of him, and he pounced on him. The two brothers rolled in the mud together. After chewing a mouthful of mud, he climbed up and started chasing again without even having time to tidy up his clothes.

The middle-aged goblins were at the end of the team. Unlike the goblins who had just reached adulthood, they didn't talk much to each other. They carried backpacks on their backs that were almost as big as themselves, and held wooden sticks and stone axes in their hands to prevent wild beasts from jumping out of the woods.

"Are these things enough?" A goblin asked worriedly. He turned his head and looked at the basket on his back, which contained some nitred leather and smoked meat. These were the most valuable things they had.

In the past, there would be merchants who would go into the woods and do business with them. Those merchants were also goblins. Doing business with their own kind always made them feel more at ease. According to their own kind, people from outside had no shortage of meat and furs.

We do business with them simply because we are of the same ethnic group.

The meat and furs they stored in a year could only be exchanged for about ten cans of salt from fellow merchants.

There is not enough food for the entire tribe.

What's more, they need more than just salt. They also need cloth to make clothes and tools to make their own hunting weapons.

Their lives were not easy, otherwise they would not have brought a tribe of adult goblins out when they learned from the dwarves that there was a shop at the foot of the mountain that could sell them salt and cloth at a low price.

The middle-aged goblins rarely leave the mountains. Watching the young people playing and having fun, their nerves gradually become less tense.

"It would be great if I could exchange this basket for a jar of salt." The big-nosed goblin carefully padded the skin and meat on his back.

"Chief! Shall we change the cloth this time?!" someone asked the old goblin who was wearing a neat cloth suit without any patches on his body.

The old goblin leaned on his cane and nodded, saying, "You need to change. The kid has nothing to wear. It's not good to wear animal skin skirts all the time."

Who would want to wear a fur skirt if they could buy cloth? Cloth is so light and it doesn't get hot in the summer.

Wearing animal skin skirts in summer will cause prickly heat or rashes on the base of the legs. But they are not wild animals and they also need to “cover up their ugliness”.

Moreover, the skin of newborn babies is tender and does not need to be wrapped in animal skins all the time.

"I heard it can be exchanged for sugar." A dwarf swallowed.

There are wild fruits in the mountains, but they are all so sour that they can make your teeth fall out if you take a bite.

Honey is also rare, and they don't know how to keep bees. Every time they dig out a hive, it is destroyed and there won't be any next time.

"Candy is good!" The goblins perked up when they heard about sugar. "It's been a long time since I last had honey."

"I only ate a little."

“Leave it to the children.”

"The dwarves said the guys in that store are all good," a goblin said happily. "They don't scold people, nor do they chase them out. They even smile at them!"

Not to mention the human race, even their fellow merchants were arrogant when dealing with them and looked down on these "savages" who lived in the deep mountains and forests.

"We'll buy the candy!" said the old goblin, with a straight face. "If the price is right, we can afford it. We'll also buy some other things."

"See if we can buy some seeds. There have been too few game animals to hunt in the past two years."

The races living in the mountains basically make a living by hunting. Goblins are not like goblins who can survive by eating nectar, nor are they as light as elves who can jump freely in the woods. They are also not as strong as orcs, and their craftsmanship is not as good as humans, so they cannot make very good tools.

So their lives were very difficult. When there was not much prey, the whole tribe would starve. The elderly would have to leave the tribe and find a place to fend for themselves, leaving food for the young and children.

The old goblin saw all of this and she didn't want to rely on hunting for a living anymore as it was not a good life.

Let's farm. Even if the food is worthless, at least the people in the tribe won't go hungry, weak children won't be abandoned, and the elderly won't have to leave the settlement in despair.

They walked for more than ten days and finally saw the town below on the cliff.

"It's so big! There are so many houses!" The goblins were dumbfounded. "There are also two-story houses! The one in the middle must be a castle! This is the first time I've seen a castle!"

The goblins were just excited when they came, but now they started to get scared when they saw the town.

After all, they knew everything about the town and the supermarket from the dwarves, and they didn't know whether the supermarket would sell things to them or drive them away.

I’m afraid that all the walking for these days will be in vain.

The young goblins who were fighting just now have become quiet and stopped fighting. They have obediently huddled back among the middle-aged goblins and followed their elders down the mountain.

When they walked out of the forest, the goblins were all depressed. The old goblin spoke up and said to the middle-aged goblins around him, "You go first and ask them if they want to sell it."

The middle-aged goblins had dealt with goblin merchants before. Although they were also afraid, they were much better than the young people. After nodding, they carried their backpacks and walked towards the city gate.

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"This is delicious!" The little goblin squatted at the city gate and ate peanuts. They were marinated in salt water and tasted very delicious. With a cup of strong tea, he could enjoy it for the whole afternoon.

After he was rescued, he recovered quickly and lived in a house with other rescued people. He had his own room. When the supermarket was busy, they would go to help. When the supermarket was not busy, they would go to the oil mill to press oil.

After the oil is squeezed, it is taken to the supermarket to exchange for necessities, or it is exchanged for food with nearby farmers.

It’s just because the price of oil in the supermarket is low, so they can’t exchange it for food much, but it’s enough to live on.

The little goblin was young and not very strong, so the others asked him to trade beans with farmers, and he could rest for one day after working for seven days.

Today is his day off.

When resting, the little goblin’s favorite thing is to guard the city gate. If someone comes, he will go over to greet them.

Although he has never been to school and cannot read, the little goblin has seen the warmth and coldness of human nature and has a good memory.

He was willing to do something for the supermarket, and because of this, the employees in the supermarket were willing to provide him with some snacks and drinks.

The little goblin's favorite things are salted peanuts and strong tea.

Originally, the little goblin thought there would be no customers today and was counting peanut shells. But when he finished counting and looked up, he saw someone walking towards him not far away.

The little goblin quickly perked up, stood up, and looked forward with squinted eyes.

He had good eyesight and quickly realized that the person coming towards him was also a goblin.

But he did not run over immediately, nor did he let down his guard. He did not let down his caution just because they were of the same race. Many of the slave owners who bought and sold goblins were also goblins. He did not think that all of his fellow race members were necessarily good people.

Only when the three men came closer did the little goblin move forward a short distance.

It won't work if he's too far away. If the other party wants to harm him, no one will be able to come to save him in time even if he screams at the top of his lungs.

The other party also saw the tiny goblin guarding the door - one could tell at a glance that he was not yet an adult, not even as old as their children.

After all, they were goblins from the deep mountains and forests. When they found out that they were goblins, they became much less vigilant.

"You, you..." The leading goblin walked up to the little goblin and talked to him for a long time without any clue as to what he was doing.

It was the little goblin who asked with a smile: "Are you here to buy something? It's inside. I'll lead you in."

"Salt and oil are not expensive," the little goblin said enthusiastically, "and cloth. In fact, ready-made clothes are cheaper than buying them individually. You can buy larger ready-made clothes and alter them yourself. If you want to give them to children, you can split a large piece into four or five small ones."

Goblins are short, so making clothes doesn't require much fabric.

The three goblins looked at each other, and the leader asked quietly, "Can we all go in?"

The little goblin nodded: "You can all go in, but if there are a lot of you, it's better to only let a few in. Otherwise, if you want to buy this and that, it will be difficult to control you."

The things in the supermarket are cheaper than those sold by merchants, and there are many cheap small items. Many young people want to buy everything when they go in, and think they will lose out if they don’t buy cheap things. But the elders don’t think like this. There are many places where money needs to be spent, and everyone wants cheap things, but they also have to consider other places where money needs to be spent.

It costs money to buy land and seeds, and it also costs money to hire people to harvest and thresh the wheat. To support a family, you have to be thrifty.

There are also quarrels in supermarkets. There are always brave young people who dare to go against their parents.

The goblins looked at each other and said, "Then let's go back and discuss this."

The little goblin smiled and said, "Okay, no rush."

The goblins carried their backpacks and left again. After they reunited with their tribesmen, they told them what they had just seen and heard: "The ones guarding the city gate are also goblins. They won't lie to us."

"You are willing to have a goblin as your servant. You are still so young. He will definitely not drive us out."

"They say there are a lot of cheap things inside, so it's best to only let a few people in, otherwise young people will want to buy everything they see."

The old goblin nodded after listening to them. She looked old but still healthy, so she tapped the stone with her cane and said to the others, "You just wait here. I'll pick a few people to go over with me. Don't worry. Change those who need to be changed first, and you can change the rest by yourselves."

The goblins became excited: "I want to change my hairband. I saw a dwarf wearing it last time. It was so red! It looks so good!"

"I want to change my knife. A stone knife is not as useful as an iron one."

"The human race has used too much to cultivate the land. I need to change two hoes."

"I don't know if this store sells seeds. Every time the previous merchants came, they said they didn't have any seeds."

“You can’t plant the land without seeds!”

"I heard that humans use fertilizers when growing crops, so the dwarves tried to learn how to grow crops from them, but nothing grew on that piece of land."

“I must have learned it wrong.”

"Maybe the human race lied."

The old goblin didn't really listen to what they were saying and walked towards the supermarket with his men. They didn't take all the mountain products with them, but just carried a basket each. The people carefully selected by the old goblin were all obedient and steady and would not go against the old goblin at critical moments.

If there are too many voices in a small group, it will cause the group to decline.

Therefore, the goblins gather together around a female elder, and the entire tribe is related to this female elder, who is considered to be everyone's mother, grandmother, or great-grandmother.

When she dies, the next successor will be the oldest female elder in the tribe.

Led by the little goblin, the group stepped onto the cobblestone road, walked up the stairs, and entered the supermarket door under the enthusiastic smiles of the employees.

The person who received them was Feng Ling, who always had a smile on her face. No matter what they asked or how many times they asked, Feng Ling would patiently answer them in detail until the other party understood.

The goblins, who were originally reserved, also relaxed.

The old goblin took a fancy to the oil and salt, and followed the advice of the young goblin to look at ready-made clothes. Compared with cloth, ready-made clothes were indeed cheaper. Although the quality was not as good as cloth, they were also strong and durable. Moreover, a large piece could be split into two pieces for an adult goblin, and four or five pieces for the young goblins.

"Then take a look at whether our things are valuable." After all, the old goblin had only dealt with merchants, and they were of the same clan.

She subconsciously thought that humans would be more demanding than her own people, but as long as it was a little cheaper than what she got from her own people, it would be fine, just get one more can of salt.

Feng Ling leaned over to look at the things in the backpack.

The dwarves had used these things to exchange before, so Feng Ling knew the value, so she said, "A large piece of this kind of leather is worth five silver coins, and a small one is worth two. Dried fruits are not very valuable, so this much is probably worth only five copper coins."

"That much bacon is about three coppers."

A basket full of mountain products cost about twenty-five silver coins.

This time even the old goblin couldn't help himself and stared at Feng Ling with his mouth wide open. After the old goblin came to his senses, he immediately grabbed Feng Ling's clothes and asked cautiously: "Really? Is it really worth so much?!"

A jar of salt here costs only one silver coin!

Feng Ling nodded, but she didn't smile this time. She said seriously, "Really? We are doing business, and we clearly mark the prices. There is no need to lie to you."

Old Goblin: "But, but the merchant said before that these things are worthless..."

Feng Ling thought he was just an ordinary businessman, so she waved her hand and said, "If he doesn't lower your price, how can he exchange your things for a low price?"

The old goblin was dumbfounded.

Fellow tribe members...are they also being deceived like this?

Feng Ling looked at the old goblin in a daze and whispered, "Do you want to talk alone for a while?"

The old goblin shook his head and said, "No, we will exchange these for salt and sugar, and we also need to buy clothes."

After a brief moment of shock and resentment, the old goblin became happy again.

I was able to exchange more things than expected, which is great!

The old goblin said to the goblins beside him, "Let them send all the things here."

The goblin replied and walked out quickly.

The old goblin asked Feng Ling lovingly, "Do you sell seeds here? How about hoes? Do you have nails and needles?"

Feng Ling: "All of them. Please follow me."

The old goblin followed Feng Ling around, but her eyes did not fall on the flashy little things on the shelves. As the head of the family, the old goblin knew very well that they were still poor. This store sold things so cheaply that it might close down at any time.

They should take this opportunity to buy more practical things, so that their lives will be much better even if this place closes in the future.

Feng Ling originally thought that these goblins had little purchasing power, but when the goblins brought in baskets of mountain products, Feng Ling was a little dumbfounded.

Seeing Feng Ling's surprised expression, the old goblin couldn't help but sigh and said, "In the past, with so many things, I could only exchange for more than ten cans of salt."

Feng Ling's eyes widened: "Impossible!"

After all, these things have been converted by the system and are all at the average price here. Even if you sell them to merchants, you can buy a lot of things.

The old goblin shook his head and said nothing more.

She used to think that they were all of the same race and the goblins would not cheat them, and even if they did, it would not be too outrageous.

After going down the mountain, they realized that the other party was not only cheating them outrageously, but they also wanted to take it for free and gave them nothing.

Fortunately it came down.

The old goblin lowered his eyes.

They can't stay in the mountains any longer. If they continue to stay in the mountains, one day they will all be killed by someone.

You still have to interact with the outside world, otherwise you will never gain more knowledge.