As long as the price is right, sheep can be exchanged for salted radishes (after all, there are still small grassland tribes renting the city), and the radishes you grow can also be exchanged for sheep or rabbits.
As the tribes grew and their needs became more diverse, the secondary city's exchange gradually became bustling. Carrots, after all, were food, and food was hard currency. You didn't have to worry about not being able to exchange your carrots.
Can I exchange it for a donkey? Isn't that nonsense? Are donkeys expensive? I guess so. But, after planting radishes, one acre of land can produce at least 2,000 kilograms. I'm offering 4,000 kilograms of radishes. Will you trade for them?
make a deal!
Well, next year we will have donkeys too, and we can make some plows ourselves instead of renting wildebeest plows from the Hai tribe. Wouldn’t that save 10% of the rent?
Many small tribes bought donkeys. The Sea Tribe already had carrots, so why would they buy carrots? The Second Priest knew at a glance that the people who had sneaked into the exchange were from the Flying Donkey Tribe.
Fine, the Second Priest didn't stop them. Radishes are edible. If the grassland people can eat radishes, they're also food. It's better than eating sheep, right? It's good for the winter. The cunning Flying Donkey Tribe won't miss any business opportunity. They went to Poseidon City, and even these seven hundred cities weren't spared.
Wherever there is profit, there are businessmen. This has always been the case.
The charlatan was truly farsighted. As radish cultivation increased, its value would surely decline. Corn, really? The Second Priest didn't like corn rice either; it simply wasn't as tasty as fish or meat.
Livestock?
With the end of the harvest in late autumn, winter is approaching.
The chief of the Flying Donkey Tribe came in person. What is he doing here?
"Corn?" Ma Yue's words instantly echoed in the second priest's mind. The people on the prairie mainly engaged in animal husbandry. Livestock was their greatest wealth and their lifeline.
"How about three thousand kilograms of corn for a donkey?" The chief of the Flying Donkey Tribe made an offer.
"Get out of here!" The second priest immediately burst into curse words.
"Second Priest, we are civilized people. Even if the deal fails, we still have righteousness. Isn't that what the charlatan says?" said the chief of the Flying Donkey Tribe.
"We only harvest 500 kilograms of corn per acre. How can it be the same as radish?"
"Then...2,500 kilograms should be fine, right?"
"Why don't you just go and rob it?" The second priest's bargaining skills are no worse than Hai's. Just do a rough calculation of the price-performance ratio and you'll know.
"Two thousand pounds, it really can't be more."
"Five hundred pounds!"
"What! Second Priest, the charlatan said you are a cultured person, you can't be so black. One thousand five hundred kilograms, this is the final offer." The chief of the Feilu tribe had done many transactions with the Hai tribe, and he was very proficient in the Hai tribe's language, which was fond of elegant language. He even knew some rare idioms.
"We in the Hai tribe worked so hard to grow three acres of corn, and you exchanged it for a donkey? Great leader, are you so picky?" The second priest began to reason.
"Second Priest, you are also a reasonable person. Even in the spring plowing, a donkey can only plow one or two acres of land? Not to mention the two or three acres of land that can be plowed in the summer..." The chief of the Flying Donkey Tribe is obviously knowledgeable. The most important thing is that this guy has dealt with the Second Priest many times and knows the Second Priest very well.
"You are talking about radishes. Corn can only be planted for one season. Besides, we in the Sea Tribe don't lack donkeys, hehe!" The second priest had a sly grin on his face, and Luo Bai beside him was sweating coldly. How come bargaining for price is more tiring than fighting a war?
Luo Bai always felt that Hai, the so-called captain of the trade team, was nothing special. How could he be qualified to attend the highest meeting?
However, today I witnessed the Second Priest's terrifying bargaining power. The corn we worked so hard to grow, the exchange rate is extremely important. If we get less, the loss to the Sea Tribe will be huge.
It turns out that trade is really important.
"Second Priest, stop it! Since the charlatan told me to come and trade with you, I don't believe you won't trade, hehe!"
"You're so cruel!" The second priest was upset. "One thousand three hundred kilograms, if you don't want to trade, forget it. Otherwise, let the charlatan do the trading himself."
"Alright! After all, we're a friendly tribe. Haha!"
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"Second Priest, look at that idiot, he's so smug... Hey, Second Priest, why are you so happy too?" The deal was done, and Luo Bai was furious as he watched the chieftain of the Flying Donkey Tribe leave with his team. But then he looked at the Second Priest beside him. What's that mean? What are you laughing at?
"Luo Bai, do you believe it? Next year, if this guy comes again, he'll be able to weigh 800 or even 500 kilograms, and he'll still have to beg me for permission, haha!"
"What do you mean?" Luo Bai looked confused.
"The charlatan said that if you want to make a profit, the most important thing is to cultivate the market first. Luo Bai, think about it, what would happen if the tribes on the grassland discovered that corn made their livestock stronger and even prevented them from losing weight in winter?"
"Oh my god!" Luo Bai wasn't stupid. What was the most abundant thing on the grassland? Livestock. How much corn would that require? In that case, it seemed that radishes, which yielded more, might be worse than... growing corn!
What a charlatan!
"The charlatan is the messenger of the sea god. He has the guidance of the sea god. What's wrong with what he said?" The second priest had a pious look on his face.
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"Second Priest, if we don't build a city this winter, is there anything else we can do?" Having felt the benefits of labor export, many small tribes are unwilling to let their young and strong men sit idle, right?
"Coal! News from Poseidon City: A wildebeest snowmobile brought back a 1,000-pound truckload of coal, four bowls of coarse salt, and a rabbit..."
"Let's go to the Cloud Tribe!"
"Our Aries Tribe is willing to rent ten wildebeest snowmobiles here..."
"We in the Iron Ox Tribe have enough donkeys and snowmobiles. We are now recruiting able-bodied laborers. If you are willing to go, three able-bodied men and two bowls of salt will be paid for revenge. All the food along the way will be paid for by the Iron Ox Tribe..."
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