"Second Priest, you've really calculated this down to the bone, haha!" Ma Yue smiled happily after receiving the red feather message from Poseidon City. Almost everyone in Poseidon City who could move had gone into farming; no one was cooking salt anymore.
So, the second priest started hiring people to boil salt, which did not affect farming or salt boiling. He only gave them a bowl of salt every three days, which made many small tribes very excited.
In some small tribes, the elderly and weak worked for the Sea Tribe, while the able-bodied men cooked salt for the Sea God City...
Are there so many people in the forest? Not so much. The overlord Purple Tribe is gone, the Star Tribe is still struggling, and many smaller tribes are left unattended. Living with Poseidon City like this is really nice.
Only when everyone benefits can the cooperative relationship last long? The second priest has applied this principle well.
"Shame on me! Why didn't I think of this cooperative farming model?" The Third Priest's face flushed. He only got two harvests from renting out his land, while Seagod City, through cooperative farming, got half the harvest. Furthermore, Seagod City used copper plows and shovels, which were more efficient, so even with 50% of the land, they could get a much greater harvest.
"Collective wisdom is a good thing. The Second Priest is very good at thinking, and he has given everyone a new inspiration and business model. Although this business model has its own unique characteristics, perhaps we will adopt it in the future, and it will be of reference value. Your Ministry of Civil Affairs should issue a notice so that everyone can learn from it."
"yes!"
"Third Priest, you don't have to be discouraged. The Sea God City used to use the model of hiring and leasing. The Second Priest is very skilled in this. You have your strengths. Don't compare yourself with the Second Priest in everything, haha!" Ma Yue also comforted the old priest.
The Third Priest has a strong ability to coordinate. With this old guy in Haifan City, Ma Yue can rest assured.
"Yes, I know." The Third Priest was a man of his age and had experienced a lot. "The Second Priest might come up with something new. I'll have the Tool City restore the stock of copper plowshares as soon as possible."
"Okay, it's better to be prepared. Copper plowshares are our Sea Tribe's greatest asset. Farmland is most important, and we can't delay it at any cost." Summer plowing is a busy season, and copper plowshares aren't a panacea; they also have a certain percentage of consumption. Not only Haifan City, but every branch needs a certain amount of copper plowshares in stock.
Ma Yue was relieved because there were three priests keeping an eye on this matter.
Haifan City and Poseidon City are the two coastal cities with the greatest potential for arable land, and the surrounding environment is relatively complex. This is why Ma Yue must include Haishen City in his second and third priest rotations.
"Spirit!" The water bug came.
"What happened?"
"The little Wu Xiaoshu of the Ghost Fish King in Ghost Town is here, and she has brought 500 horses by sea. She wants to see you!" Shuichong said.
"Interesting! Bring it on."
When Ma Yue was in Qiu Haicheng, he had seen the Ghost Fish King's little Wu Xiaoshu. Unexpectedly, when he saw her again this time, she had already become a martial artist.
"Respected charlatan, on behalf of the Ghost Fish King Tribe, I apologize for participating in the joint attack on Haifan City. I hope the five hundred horses I brought here can make up for the mistakes of our Ghost Fish King..."
It was similar to what Ma Yue guessed, the Ghost Fish King Tribe came to surrender, that is, to pay war reparations.
"Oh, since you're so kind, let bygones be bygones." Ma Yue wasn't particularly interested in attacking the ghost town anymore; his focus was on developing himself. Five hundred large livestock as compensation suited Ma Yue's perspective. Hadn't the Qingfeng Tribe also paid five hundred deer as compensation?
"God of war, our Ghost Fish King hopes to establish further cooperation with Haifan City, for example, copper plowshares!" Diplomacy at this time was straightforward. Little Wu Xiaoshu spoke the Sea Tribe language very well, which was no surprise; by then, the Sea Tribe language had become almost universal.
The language of the Sea Tribe is rich, and when speaking, one does not need to use gestures, and it is not necessarily clear what is said.
"Tell me what you think?"
"We know that Haifan City will definitely not be willing to directly trade copper plowshares. After all, copper artifacts are very precious, and no one has many of them. Our Great Witch is suggesting a similar model to Qiu Haicheng. After our Ghost Fish King forges copper ingots, he will give them to Haifan City in exchange for a certain proportion of copper plowshares..."
Ma Yue had no objection to this exchange model. Qiu Haicheng's copper production was limited, severely hampering the spread of copperware in the Hai Tribe. Talent in copper smelting could be cultivated, but wasn't your copper production limited?
"In that case, I have no objection. As for the specific matters...you can stay in the trade zone first. I'll have our Sea Tribe's Minister of Commerce come to discuss the specific trade ratio with you later."
"Thank you so much for the generosity of the charlatan..." Little Wu Xiaoshu was delighted. As long as they could exchange, it was a good start. So far, no tribe had been able to exchange even a single finished copper plowshare from the Hai Tribe. They did, however, occasionally trade a few copper knives and axes.
The Hai Tribe's farming abilities were renowned, with efficiency doubled or tripled. Why? Everyone knew the Hai Tribe's copper plowshares were high-quality, boasting excellent hardness and toughness, resulting in a low wear rate. This significantly improved farming efficiency.
It’s not that the Ghost Fish King can’t process copperware. It’s just like Qiu Haicheng’s copperware at the beginning, soft, hard, fragile... there are many problems. There is no qualitative copper-tin ratio, and the refining of copperware depends entirely on luck. Isn’t this nonsense?
The insufficient quality of the copper plow shovel seriously restricted the farming efficiency of the Ghost Fish King Tribe. According to the information sent back by the spies, although they also used copper plow shovels, the arable land area of the Ghost Fish King Tribe was roughly only half of that of the Sea Tribe. This loss was too great.
It is no secret that Haifan City is farming outside the city. As long as you observe carefully, the farming efficiency is easy to see. The information cannot be false. This is a result recognized by all regions.
Rather than wasting so much manpower and copper resources to produce mostly substandard copper plowshares, it would be more cost-effective to exchange copper ingots for finished copper plowshares from the Hai Tribe. Losing an acre of arable land means at least several hundred or even a thousand pounds of grain. They're not stupid; they know the math.
Of course, if you don't pay, why would the Sea Tribe sell to you? So, the only solution is to give more copper ingots. As long as there's profit and the Ghost Fish King Tribe thinks it's a good deal, then it's a mutually beneficial deal.
Of course, trade negotiations take time. Shang Yin, the three priests, Dhaka, Lu, and Ban gathered together to discuss the technical aspects of copper production, requiring professionals to determine the appropriate ratios and basic data for profit. Of course, it wasn't just copper ingots; they didn't produce tin either.
It also includes labor costs, coal consumption, etc.
The five of them calculated and discussed all night, and the final data they came up with was repeatedly checked. In the end, Shang Yin and Dhaka were the only ones who participated in the trade negotiations.
Shang Yin felt very awkward. In fact, the negotiations were going very smoothly. How smooth were they? Shang Yin felt as if he had been cheated and suffered a loss.
"Dhaka, are you sure there is no problem with the copper ingots they sent us?" Shang Yin was not giving up.
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