Chapter 147: Big store bullies customers (please vote and subscribe)

Mao Li was stunned when he heard someone in the crowd behind him calling him the leader in the language of his tribe. He turned around and scanned the crowd, and soon saw the people who were traded to the Black Rat Tribe by him a few months ago.

Is this the Black Rat Tribe? There are so many people in the Black Rat Tribe? For a moment, Mao Li was stunned in confusion.

The boys and girls who turned out to be from the Li Tribe quickly squeezed out of the crowd, ran across the wooden bridge and came to Mao Li's side.

"Chief, you don't have to run. Our tribe never attacks others casually. You don't have to be afraid." A boy held Mao Li's arm and said.

"You, you guys, didn't you join the Black Rat Tribe? Why are you here? There are so many people in the Black Rat Tribe?" Mao Li raised his doubts curiously.

"No, last winter you traded us to the Black Rat Tribe to trade for the pottery pot, but the Black Rat Tribe traded us here again, also to trade for pottery pots.

Later we found out that those pottery pots were all made by this tribe, and those that the Black Rat Tribe traded to you were also traded from here, and then they took the pottery pots to the Li Tribe to exchange for people.

But in the early spring of this year, the Black Rat Tribe was attacked by the enemy and had to join our Han Tribe. Now there is no Black Rat Tribe, and we are all members of the Han Tribe." The boy explained to Mao Li.

"What? That's the case? So you mean that those pottery pots were all made by the Han Tribe, so do you still have pottery pots now? This time I just want to find the Black Rat Tribe to exchange for two more pottery pots."

Mao Li was also quite surprised after listening to the boy's explanation, but the result was similar to what he thought. Anyway, he came to exchange for pottery pots, so it didn't matter who he found.

"There are a lot of them, but I don't know if the leader will exchange them for you. I can't make the decision, but I can take you to see our leader." The boy spread his hands and said.

"Okay, then take me to meet him. Since he was able to exchange the clay pot with the Black Rat Tribe before, he can definitely exchange it with me. It's not like I will give less than the Black Rat Tribe." Mao Li was not afraid. After all, he was doing a fair trade. Could it be that the Han tribe would not exchange it with him?

The young man smacked his lips, hesitated for a moment, and said with a somewhat strange look on his face: "Actually, there were less than 200 people in our Han tribe last year. Later, the Black Rat Tribe joined the Han tribe, and the number of people was less than 400. Now so many people were exchanged by our Han leader. I think he will definitely exchange them with you."

"What are you talking about? All of them were exchanged for things? With that kind of clay pot? How many clay pots do you have in your Han tribe?"

Mao Li almost dropped his jaw when he heard that so many people in the Han tribe were exchanged for things. You are cheating. You shouldn't be so crazy when buying people.

"Well, it's not just pottery, there are many other things, such as buckets, white salt, and ox carts. Our Han tribe has a lot of good things."

The young man kept calling our Han tribe and our Han leader. His heart was full of admiration and awe for Luo Chong, and he was grateful that he could sell to the Han tribe. He now often thinks of the fact that he is from the Han tribe, and he feels incomparably proud. When he talks about the Han tribe, his back straightens a little.

Mao Li was deeply stimulated. Seeing this boy whom he had looked down upon and sold to another tribe a few months ago, he dared to be proud in front of him now. He could not help but complain in his heart: Is it me, Mao Li, who can't lift the knife, or you, who are too proud?

The two did not continue to reminisce about the past. The boy led Mao Li to the wooden bridge and said to the tribesmen who were blocking the bridge: "This is the leader of our former tribe. He came to exchange pottery. I will take him to see the leader now."

While the boy was talking, Mao Li was still looking down at the wooden bridge under his feet. "Is it made of trees?"

"Ah? Yes, it was made by cutting down trees." The boy was stunned and answered.

Among the crowd under the bridge, Luo Chong also came over quickly. Just now, when he was teaching the construction team how to build a wall, a tribesman ran to report that there were foreigners. When Luo Chong looked over here again, he saw that the bridge was blocked by people, so he hurried over here.

When the crowd heard that the leader was coming, they automatically made a way for Luo Chong to pass.

When Luo Chong walked to the front and saw more than 20 people on the bridge, he waved his hand and let the tribe members disperse. They did what they needed to do. These few people could not make any waves in the Han tribe.

When the young man saw Luo Chong coming, he immediately introduced him: "Chief, this is the leader of my previous tribe. He is here to exchange pottery with us."

If he comes to exchange things, he is a customer. What else can I say? My knife is already sharpened and I will definitely give you a good meal.

Luo Chong smiled in his heart, but his face remained calm. He hummed through his nose and said to the young man: "Since they are here to exchange things, then bring them over." After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the wall.

Mao Li and his group followed behind. On the road, there was also a fishing team with each person carrying two baskets of fish. In the backwater river in the south, there were also several cows pulling carts loaded with freshly fired blue bricks to the construction site in the city. The people of the Li tribe were amazed.

Mao Li finally found some balance when he arrived at the settlement consisting of thatched houses to the west of the wall. After all, the Li tribe lived in semi-underground earthen houses, which were much better than their thatched houses. But as soon as he turned around and saw the pots and jars placed around the thatched houses,

he immediately lost his composure. There were so many! At this time, the rat witch who stayed in the settlement also came over and saw the leader of the Li tribe. The two of them also exchanged greetings. They knew each other before. Luo Chong also took this opportunity to ask the tribesmen to move the two most important commodities of the Han tribe - pottery and white salt.

Several pottery pots, two types of pottery bowls, pottery jars of different shapes, and a wooden barrel of white salt were placed in front of Mao Li.

"What do you want to exchange with us?" Luo Chong said directly.

Mao Li looked at the pottery all over the ground. He had recovered from the initial shock, or he had become numb. But when he saw the barrel of pure white salt, he was full of curiosity.

"What is this? Can this thing also replace people?" Mao Li pointed at the bucket of white salt and asked. The former Li tribe boy next to him automatically translated for the two.

"This is called white salt. It's something to eat. If you eat it, you can work more and not be so tired." Luo Chong pinched a little and put it in Mao Li's palm.

After listening to the translation, Mao Li was also full of curiosity about this kind of thing that would not make you tired when you eat it. Seeing that the boy who translated it did not stop him, he ate the white salt in his hand.

In just a moment, Mao Li's eyebrows twisted into a knot, and then he carefully savored the pure salty taste. It was too damn choking.

Mao Li swallowed his saliva, eased the salty taste in his mouth, and hurriedly asked: "This thing, uh, white salt, how to change it?"

Mao Li's reaction was already expected by Luo Chong. This time Luo Chong did not hesitate. He directly took a small ceramic bowl and scooped up a bowl full of salt. "So much, a boy." Then he smoothed the extra salt on top, "So much, a girl."

This time Luo Chong did not play bargaining tricks with him. Now he is the seller's market. You came to my door to beg me to buy things. Moreover, this is the headquarters of the Han tribe, and its power is larger than that of the Li tribe. I will bully you with my big store. You can buy it or not. I am too lazy to bargain with you. I don't have time to waste time with you.

Mao Li was stunned for a while, and secretly said that it was really dark. He finally knew where so many people in the Han tribe came from. At this price, this bucket of salt should be worth at least hundreds of people.

(End of this chapter)