Chapter 382 What did you say? (Please vote and subscribe)

There is no doubt that what Su Ritu said is true. Refined white salt and beautiful ceramic products are indeed not as cost-effective as the sea salt and bamboo bowls of the Xin tribe. Moreover, the latter are almost naturally produced, and the cost is indeed incomparable to the Han tribe.

Sea salt only needs to be introduced into the seawater and dried, and the bamboo bowl is simply a half bamboo tube, while the mineral salt of the Han tribe needs to be refined, not to mention ceramics. The firewood used for burning alone is a huge number. The Han tribe has no advantage in these two commodities.

However, white salt and ceramics are the two most profitable commodities among many commodities. They are necessities of life. No one can do without salt and containers. Every time the Han tribe conducts white salt transactions, it can bring huge wealth to the tribe, whether it is population or other things. But this time it hit a wall in the vast grassland, which is something You Fu can't accept.

The caravan said goodbye to Su Ritu's tribe and continued to move northwest, looking for the Xin tribe that blocked their way to wealth. If they meet them this time, they must make them look good. The two heavy cavalrymen sent by the leader are not just eating dry food.

The grassland in summer is full of the same scene. The lush grass grows vigorously, raising a large number of livestock and also a large number of people.

The Shang elder of the Xin tribe led the team personally this time. In order to make a great contribution to the tribe, he prepared a lot of supplies as a bargaining card. He said that he must exchange a car from the Han tribe, and he didn't even consider whether a car was worth so many supplies.

However, if you change your mind, even if a modern country can introduce a black technology that goes against the sky, it will get it at any price. Well, if you think so, it's not too exaggerated.

"Elder, there is another tribe ahead. Judging from their appearance, they have traded with us before. Do we want to go and see it?" A small leader in the Xin tribe caravan rode up to the elder and asked.

"Do you know the leader of the other side? If he is easy to talk to, go and see. Although we have to find the Han tribe, we also have to do business with others." Elder Shang, who is nearly fifty years old, was riding on horseback. The bumps in the past few days made him feel that his body was about to fall apart. He couldn't wait to find a safe place to rest.

"Their leader seems to be called Su Ritu. He bought our salt and bamboo bowls before. He is a good person. He didn't rob us. The transaction was smooth." The little leader replied.

"That's good. Then let's go to their tribe to rest for a few days. I'm really useless when I'm old. I'm about to fall apart after riding on horses for a few days."

"Yes, Elder, rest here first. I'll go over and confirm with them first." The little leader responded and rode his horse to a felt tent in front of him.

As he said, it was not easy for the Xin tribe to open up this grassland trade route in the early days. Since there were no natural large livestock resources on Zhudao, they did not know what cavalry was at that time. When they first came to this grassland, they knew that the earth was so vast that humans could ride wild beasts.

But they soon discovered the business opportunities here. Although this land was large, white salt was extremely scarce. The six tribes on Zhudao did not know what it felt like to lack salt, but the people here really needed white salt.

At first, some nomadic tribes also contacted them and were very interested in their white salt and bamboo bowls. They were even willing to exchange them with raised wild animals. That's how the Xin tribe started the formal trade route.

They delivered a large amount of white salt and bamboo bowls to the grassland, obtained livestock from the grassland, and learned to raise them, as well as the production of bows and arrows. From then on, the Xin tribe began to rise in Zhudao, conquered the entire Zhudao with powerful cavalry and sharp bows and arrows, and then delivered a large number of bamboo arrows to the grassland, and gradually explored a trade route.

However, the process was not very smooth. At first, when they were still very weak, they were often robbed by the barbaric nomadic tribes. If it were not for the natural barrier of the bay, they might even be killed. Therefore, they cherished those "friends" who were willing to trade in accordance with the rules, and Su Ritu was one of them.

But when the little leader got closer and closer to Su Ritu's tribe, he saw an incredible scene. Several adult men were sitting on a two-wheeled cart pulled by horses and practicing driving. The leader of the other side, Su Ritu, was one of them. He was driving a cart himself, and there were several half-grown children sitting behind him, dancing excitedly on the cart, laughing loudly, and Su Ritu's face was also full of smiles. They should all be his children.

"That should be what the elder wants. It seems to be called a cart, but the difference from the elder's description is that it is missing two wheels, and it should be pulled by two horses or two cows. But, no matter what, the elder will definitely like this kind of thing." The little leader thought so.

About ten minutes later, the young leader met Su Ritu and reached a deal with him, then went back to pick up the elders and the caravan.

"Elder, the caravan from the Han tribe has also come to this tribe, and they sold four carriages to Su Ritu." As soon as the young leader returned to the team, he couldn't wait to tell them what he had learned.

"What? The Han tribe's carriages, they sold them to this tribe?"

Elder Shang, who was originally uninterested, heard the news and his limp body jumped up like a spring. This was the purpose of his coming to the grassland. Otherwise, at such an old age, why would he come here to do nothing? Wouldn't it be better to sleep in his own bamboo house?

"I asked clearly, it was the carriage sold to them by the Han tribe, but it's a little different from what you said. This carriage has two wheels, and there is only one horse in front."

"It doesn't matter. No matter how many wheels and horses it has, let me see it first. I haven't seen a real carriage yet. Take me to see it." The elder urged energetically, not tired at all.

"Yes, elder." As expected, the elder would be interested.

The group sped up again and soon arrived at the camp of the Su Ri Tu tribe. Elder Shang finally saw the real vehicle he had dreamed of. His eyes could no longer leave this black technology that could change the way humans transport.

He looked around the carriage that was parked in place, and even got under the carriage to check the structure of the carriage regardless of fatigue. After hitting his head with a big bump, he came to Su Ri Tu in a daze. The first thing he said was: "What do you need to exchange this car for? I want one."

Su Ri Tu looked at the old man with a strange look in his eyes, "What did you say?"

(End of this chapter)