The sky is high and the clouds are light, wild geese fly south. Autumn is a desolate season, but also a season of harvest. Flowers wither and fruits take shape. Some special fruits ripen early, inviting everyone to pick them.
Fang Rong followed the main group to the next tribe, the Lion Tribe.
Leopards and lions are both large carnivores. Before winter, the two groups do not fight each other. They only resort to violence when there is no food.
The lion troops also migrate at certain times of the season, so we now trade with them in advance for necessary supplies, clothing, or salt.
Salt is something that every race needs, but the lion tribe, relying on their superior strength compared to the leopards, kept the price firmly in their hands, and no matter what the chieftain said, it wouldn't work, so they were stuck there for the time being.
The Leopard Tribe needs supplies to continue their journey. If the price is driven too low, they won't be able to make it to the next tribe. The Lion Tribe needs the salt and local specialties they bring back from their travels. Everyone has their own needs, but they're just too proud to admit their mistakes and suffer for it.
Fang Rong had a few days of relaxation, as hunting on someone else's turf was not allowed, so Fang Hua also had a few days of relaxation, following behind him to do business.
So his business was selling wine. His fruit wine had matured, and there were several large bottles of it. He originally thought that such a rare product would sell well, but to his surprise, no one bought it at all.
He opened the bottle, and the aroma filled the air, but still no one bought it.
Perhaps everyone thinks it tastes strange, after all, they've never drunk it before, and it's not cheap.
Because it takes a long time to brew, only a few bottles are produced every two or three months, so Fang Rong doesn't want to lower the price.
Of course, even if he offered it to them for a lower price, they wouldn't accept it.
Fang Rongchou's hair had turned completely white. "Why is there no business?"
Fang Hua nestled in the rattan chair, lazily peeking out with his head, holding a fan made of dried leaves in his hand.
Although it was autumn, it was still a bit hot when it wasn't raining or windy. He was wearing an apron around his neck, acting as a waiter.
The rattan chair and fan were both hand-woven by him. The first one he made wasn't very pretty, but it was practical.
It was originally made for Fang Rong, because Fang Rong's buttocks were always uncomfortable. She would change her posture and wiggle her buttocks all the time when sitting in a chair. Fang Hua saw this and secretly remembered it. He went next door to learn the technique and wove an ugly and short rattan chair. He stayed in it all day long, and Fang Rong never had a chance to sit in it.
He's anxious and stressed every day, worrying about food and drink; how can he be in the mood to sit?
Normally, he would walk around while Fang Hua calmly sat in the rattan chair, leaning against him when she got tired, showing off their affection.
Fang Hua stood up, took off her apron, and tied it on Fang Rong. "I'm going to the toilet."
"Hmm." Fang Rong couldn't muster any enthusiasm. After thinking for a while, she couldn't come up with a good idea, so she simply sat in the chair and ate some snacks.
It was something like dried meat. As he was eating, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration and remembered that during mealtimes, alcohol didn't sell well, but dishes mostly sold out quickly.
"Yeah, you can sell vegetables!" Why are you being silly?
He was originally a chef, why didn't he use his expertise to sell alcohol? Few people drink baijiu in modern times, let alone in the orc world.
Fang Rong seemed to have suddenly had a flash of inspiration. She set up the pot, prepared various seasonings, and there was some meat in the space, mostly leftovers that had been refrigerated.
Since autumn has arrived, it can be stored for a period of time.
Fang Rong decided to cook one or two dishes first for everyone to try, and then buy them if they liked them.
Cooking is his specialty, and before he even finished cooking, many people had already gathered around curiously, wanting to see what he was up to.
After he finished, several people suddenly walked over, all with unfriendly expressions and bruises on their faces.
Fang Rong was startled, thinking they were here to cause trouble. But Fang Hua wasn't there, so wouldn't he be at a disadvantage if he went alone? In any case, packing his things was the most important thing.
He had just moved the bottle when a hand suddenly pressed down on it, saying, "I'll buy this one."
"This..." Fang Rong was uncertain, "Are you sure?"
"Hmm." The man covered his bruised eye, his voice sounding somewhat aggrieved. "How many pounds of meat?"
"Including 'I love you' makes fifty pounds of meat." Actually, it means including the bottle makes fifty pounds of meat.
"Huh?" The male's eyes widened. "You...you love me?"
His face flushed red, his ears twitched, and even the tip of his tail trembled.
"Yes, that includes 'I love you' too." Fang Rong looked at him with a puzzled expression, as if asking, "Is something wrong?"
The male turned red even around the neck this time, and hesitated for a long time without being able to speak. However, his tail began to sway, and he secretly floated on the makeshift wooden board, wrapping around Fang Rong's wrist.
Fang Rong's eyes widened in disbelief. "I'm just out selling alcohol, not my body."
He struggled for a moment, and the wooden plank wobbled. This plank was originally their bed board, but they put it up because it was convenient. It was supported by wooden stakes underneath. Fang Hua was lazy and only put up four stakes. Usually, ten stakes are needed for it to be stable.
There was still wine on the wooden board, and Fang Rong didn't dare to struggle too much for fear of ruining the wine, so she was somewhat restrained.
However, his special ability is to retrieve objects from a distance silently, so playing tricks on this male is no problem.
Fang Rong smiled slightly, just about to use his superpower, when a thin piece of ice suddenly shot towards him. Its edges were sharp and transparent, flashing coldly in the sunlight, and flew over with a whoosh.
The male became wary and instinctively dodged away, a thin layer of ice grazing his tail and embedding itself in the nearby sign.
To attract business, one naturally needs a signboard. Fang Rong's signboard was very simple, just a picture of a large jar with a fragrant aroma and colorful decorations.
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