Chapter 181 This Fu tribe is damned
Brada casually threw the handkerchief on the table, raised her eyebrows slightly, and a rare smile appeared on her face.
"I heard that Zeref sent a weaver and a loom to the City of Beasts. Did you know about this?"
Maya didn't expect that Brada would ask this question first.
But he also knew that since Brada asked this, he already knew the facts.
But he couldn't guess how much they had understood.
Adhering to the principle of speaking more, making more mistakes; speaking less, making fewer mistakes.
"That's what happened."
Seeing that Maya was trying to play Tai Chi with him, Brada didn't bother to argue and went straight to the point. "Why did he send such an important loom and weaver here?"
"You know, there are no looms anywhere else except the Holy City. Although the Holy City has a clear rule that looms are not allowed to be passed on to outsiders, I wonder if he has obtained the consent of the Pterosaur Patriarch for doing this."
Seeing that Brada was about to tell the Pterosaur Patriarch about this, Maya hurriedly said, "No, no, no, Master Brada, you must not tell the Patriarch."
"Master, I want to prepare a surprise for the head of the family."
"Surprise?" Bradda asked curiously.
Maya sighed and feigned helplessness. "It's like this. When the young master came to apprehend the sugar smugglers, he discovered that the climate around Wanshou City was suitable for growing jute, castor beans, and mulberry."
“So he wanted to build a weaving workshop here.”
"He dared to think of building a weaving workshop outside the Holy City."
Bradda didn't expect this to be the reason.
However, the reason why linen clothes in the Holy City are so expensive is not only because the weaving process is complicated, but also because the Holy City is not suitable for growing jute, castor beans and other raw materials for linen.
The required raw materials are collected from all directions, and the annual output is limited, so the amount of fabric that can be produced is naturally limited.
"It's true, Master Brada. If you don't believe me, come with me to see the castor bean field."
Because Ophelia wanted to weave cloth, she had already cleared an acre of land to grow jute, mulberry and castor beans.
This plant grows very fast, and the climate in Wanshou City is indeed very suitable for its growth.
In just one or two months, a batch of fruits matured, and now a new batch has been planted.
As soon as Lantai develops the loom, it can be put into mass production. By then, people in the Fu tribe and even in Wanshou City will be able to wear linen.
This was something Maya had never dared to imagine before.
"Is that so?" Brada kept his eyes on Maya, and the expression on his face showed that he was telling the truth.
"Then Master Brada, do you want to go and take a look?" Maya's face showed a hint of pride at the right time, as if he was showing off.
Seeing him like this, Brada was even more convinced that this was the reason.
He waved his hand. "I'm tired today, so I won't go. Anyway, I have plenty of time in Wanshou City, so there will be plenty of opportunities to go and see."
"Okay, it's getting late, I need to rest."
Maya naturally agreed and personally took Brada to the bedroom to rest.
When he returned to his room again, he breathed a sigh of relief, but he also knew that this was only the first hurdle to overcome.
The next day, Maya was woken up by his beast servant Kaka before he woke up. He quickly put on his clothes and went to the conference room.
At this time, Brada was already ready and gave orders as soon as he saw him coming.
"Come on, take me to the trading market near Wanshou City to see if there are any new and interesting things. I'll bring them back to my sister."
So Maya didn't even have time to eat breakfast and took Brada to the market.
However, since the establishment of the walled shops of the Fu tribe, there are fewer people setting up stalls in the trading market.
So it didn’t take too long to go through several trading markets.
Brada looked at the sparse crowds of people in the trading market and frowned suspiciously.
"How did you manage to be the Lord of Wanshou City? The nearby trading market has been messed up like this, and you don't even bother to do anything about it."
The trading market represents the promotion of the tribe's productive labor force.
The pessimistic situation in the trading market means that the living conditions of the nearby tribes are not good and they do not have extra food to exchange.
If this continues, life in their holy city will also be affected.
Hearing Brada accusing her, Maya did not dare to refute.
He could only apologize repeatedly, "It was my negligence. I will definitely strengthen management when I return."
"Just know it. If you can't do it, then find someone else to do it."
Maya was a little angry that he was the city lord and was constantly talking about replacing him.
But even if he was angry, he didn't really show it on his face.
After visiting this last trading market, Brada saw a green watermelon in the market.
“Is this a cold melon?”
"Yes, yes, do you want it? I only want one red crystal."
"A red crystal?" Brada raised his eyebrows.
In the Holy City, where there is no shortage of cold melons, one melon costs an orange crystal. Why is it that it is cheaper in low-level tribes like Wanshou City?
"This must be fake, otherwise why would it be so cheap?" He couldn't believe it.
"It's true." The male scratched his head excitedly. This winter melon had been picked from the mountain four or five days ago. If he couldn't trade it, it would go bad.
"Okay, if you're serious, then open it in front of me. If it's really a cold melon, I'll give you an orange crystal. If it's fake..."
Before Brada could finish his words, the male quickly split the watermelon in half.
When he saw the green melon skin being broken open to reveal the red flesh inside, as well as the familiar melon fragrance, Brada was sure that it was indeed a cold melon.
"Why are you selling this winter melon so cheap?"
There are people in the Holy City who specialize in cultivating winter melons, but the yield is very low and they are only eaten by people in the Holy City.
In a low-level tribe like Wanshou City, no one would cultivate winter melons. The winter melons they have should all be picked from the deep mountains.
And you may not even come across one, so why is this male winter melon so cheap?
The male said nothing, just looked at Brada.
Brada glanced at Kaka behind him, who took out an orange crystal from the animal leather bag at his waist and threw it into the male's arms.
"Take it, the master is giving it to you."
Seeing that it was indeed an orange crystal, the male smiled happily.
This orange crystal can be exchanged for a hundred prey, so he doesn't have to work hard to hunt all summer.
"You can answer my question now."
"It's all because of the Fu tribe's trouble. All their fruits are sold for a red crystal. Even though I set the price high, no one wants them."
"The Fu tribe?" It doesn't sound like a beast tribe.
"They have special shops along the city wall, which attract people from the surrounding markets. Over time, fewer and fewer people come to the markets to exchange goods."
"This Fu tribe is damnable." The male felt so angry when he mentioned the Fu tribe.
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