After getting to know the brother and sister, the two caravans began a parallel journey.
Loran Hill wanted to meet the shamans of those big tribes, and the Lamia Chamber of Commerce also happened to go to those big tribes to purchase goods and trade.
The carriage convoy formed a long snake on the ground, leading to the group of tents in the distance.
Most of these large tents are white, with a circle of vertical wooden strips around the perimeter, covered with felt or something, and a round pointed roof on top, which is extremely similar to the grassland buildings in the girl's memory.
Perhaps this is the inevitability created by the environment. Even if they have not inherited past knowledge, the creatures in this world have developed similar things.
The convoy stopped at the outskirts of the tent group, and a tall and strong man wearing an animal skin vest walked out. He had two huge upward curved horns on both sides of his head and strange tattoos on his body, giving people a strong sense of oppression.
"Long time no see, Holant." The nearly three-meter-tall Bullhorn orc stretched out his rough big hand and shook hands with Holant. The scene was like a giant beast facing a chicken.
"It's been three years. I didn't expect you to grow so tall, Stanley." Holland looked at the boy with horns in front of him and almost didn't recognize that he was the same size as him three years ago.
"Hahaha." The strong man laughed loudly, his voice was as loud as thunder and could be heard for miles around.
"Life has been better these past two years. Forget it, let's not talk about it anymore. Let's go inside and talk. You're here to buy goods this time, right?"
"Yes." After saying that, the two were about to go in, but Holland suddenly stopped.
"What's wrong?" the big man asked in confusion, his voice very deep.
"I almost forgot, there are two more people coming too. One is my sister, and the other is the leader of the caravan."
After finishing speaking, Holland greeted everyone, and the followers behind him trotted to notify the rear. Then, the doors of the two carriages opened, and two girls walked out, one was Meiyi'er, and the other was Loran Hill.
After entering the tall felt tent, several people sat down around the open space in the middle and began to talk.
"This Miss Lecia is the leader of the Lagetis caravan. We happened to meet her on the road. Since she was passing by, she came with us." Holland introduced.
"Lecia, the son of the chief of the Red Horn Tribe, a branch of the Ox Horn Clan, Stanley."
"Hello." Lecia bowed slightly and looked at the interior of the tent. The space was very spacious, and there was white ash remaining in the open space in the middle, which should be left over from daily barbecues and daily life.
"Hello."
Stanley nodded. Although he was surprised by the girl's appearance, he was more concerned about the Lamia Chamber of Commerce's transactions this year, because this was related to the livelihood of the entire tribe in the coming year.
"How much goods will the Lamia Chamber of Commerce purchase this year?"
"Haha, you know this too. As long as the quality is good, we basically buy as much as we can get." Holland said generously.
The burly man with ox horns sat on a thick wooden chair with a strong horse and a golden sword. He raised his big hands and waved them before speaking.
"This year is different from the past. Our production is definitely sufficient, but I don't know if Master Holland can afford the price."
Stanley leaned back on a chair made of thick logs, thinking about this year's harvest, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously curled up.
Ever since the Flame Songstress brought a brand new grass seed two years ago, tribes across the grasslands have been vying to plant it. This alfalfa grass is a godsend, capable of growing on any type of land and boasting extremely high yields, eliminating the need for the usual rotation of pastures.
As a result, the amount of grazing land on the grassland has increased by 3-4 times, and there is a lot of room for buffering some previous conflicts.
After two years, livestock production has gradually increased, and it is foreseeable that this is just the beginning.
Of course, I couldn't tell this 'old friend' all of this. If he knew the exact market conditions, he would definitely take advantage of the situation to lower the price. The best approach would be to sign a long-term supply contract to guarantee that these goods could be sold at a good price for years to come.
Outsiders think that the Oxhorn Tribe are stupid and rough, but in fact there are many smart individuals among them. Stanley is one of them. Under his rough appearance, he has a sharp heart.
"Oh, it seems your tribe is doing well this year."
Holland was slightly surprised. As merchants, they had a general idea of what was happening on the grassland because of their business dealings. Seeing Stanley so confident, it was probably because he had defeated several nearby tribes in the past two years and obtained a lot of pastures and spoils.
"Can I take a look at the goods first?"
"No problem." Stanley put his big hands on the armrests, stood up, and led the three people out of the big tent to the warehouse behind the tribe where things were stored.
When the thick waterproof cloth was lifted, the bundled furs were revealed to everyone. Stanley randomly picked out a few pieces and placed them on the table beside him for Holland, Loran Hill and others to see.
Holland picked it up and examined it carefully, twisting it slowly with his hands and sniffing it, showing that he was very skilled. Meier and Luo Lanxi stood aside, just stroking it lightly with their hands and not making any more unnecessary movements.
Mei'er did this because she believed in her brother's ability, but Loran Hill, with the help of the system and his own extraordinary perception, could understand the situation of the goods without doing that.
Although she remained calm on the surface, the girl shook her head inwardly.
These furs might have been good, but the tanning techniques and technology were too crude, so the appearance had deteriorated, and they would even rot if stored for a long time. The same was true of the goods she had seen at the border market some time ago.
After the animal's fur is peeled off, foreign matter such as fat, blood and flesh will remain. It is not clean and even has an odor.
If you want to actually make a coat or blanket, you have to start from the initial cleaning, scraping, soaking, tanning, and then shaping, dyeing, anti-corrosion, etc. The ancient civilization had a complete set of process.
In today's world, although we can provide products and services that are no worse than those in the past due to our extraordinary power in high-end fields, we still have a long way to go in the field of ordinary people's livelihood.
“A very good batch of goods!”
After checking several items, Holland couldn't help but give a thumbs-up and praised loudly. He looked very satisfied.
"Hahaha, I didn't lie to you, brother." Stanley also laughed and slapped Holland's shoulder with his big hand, causing the latter's body to tremble. Fortunately, this man also had the strength of Sequence 2, so he was not knocked down in one fell swoop.
"Then let's sign a contract for the next two years."
Putting down the furs, Stanley and Holland walked towards another big tent where today's wine and dinner were being prepared. They planned to discuss the next steps while eating.
Loran Hill watched the two of them walk out of the tent chatting and laughing. Knowing the current situation on the grassland, she naturally knew what the big man with horns was planning, and she couldn't help but feel amused.
It seems that there are quite a few smart guys among this group of orcs.
But it's better this way. Smart people can at least be reasonable. If it's those stubborn people, she really doesn't know what to do.
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