Chapter 326: Pasting Corn Cakes (Please vote and subscribe)
Luo Chong was very happy to get two very valuable crops unexpectedly. Now it is summer, which is also suitable for planting, so he thought about bringing these seeds back to Hanyang City as soon as possible, cultivating them by himself, and expanding the planting area as soon as possible.
But at this time, You Fu also raised a new question.
"Chief, will our trade continue? Also, if we go, what should we do if we encounter those tribes in the future, that is, those tribes that bought things from the Bamboo Tribe, and how should we get along with the Bamboo Tribe? If we encounter their caravan, what should we do?"
This is indeed a problem. After all, it involves foreign strategy, and we cannot make hasty decisions. Should we get along with them in a friendly manner and develop trade with them? Or hostile?
There is a saying that I often heard in my previous life called "making friends with distant forces and attacking nearby forces", which means to make friends with distant forces and beware of neighbors close to you, but it is not appropriate here.
According to the current situation, the grassland is a big cake, and the Han tribe and the Bamboo tribe are the ones who share the cake. It is obvious that the Han and Bamboo tribes are the hostile forces, so the result is obvious. Anyone who blocks the Han tribe's progress is an enemy. They must be suppressed, targeted, and all obstacles must be cleared.
Thinking of this, Luo Chong glanced at the people present. There were too many newcomers here, and they did not have a sense of belonging to the Han tribe. Luo Chong was also worried, and there were too many people and too many mouths. It was not appropriate to let these little soldiers know such important things, so he said.
"Let's talk about this when we come back. You have been out for so long, so go home and rest for a while. Besides, even if we go out, we have to spend time preparing the next batch of goods. Come back with me first, and I have to plant these seeds as soon as possible."
"But we..." You Fuke didn't know Luo Chong's thoughts. He was only thinking about whether there was another chance to go to the grassland. If Luo Chong didn't plan to let him go, he would be upset. He didn't understand Luo Chong's meaning at all.
"No, there is nothing to say. The question you want to ask is not only our problem, but also the problem of the Bamboo Tribe. Do you think that if you can buy their products, they can't get our products?
Don't forget that those nomadic tribes are often on the move. Maybe the Bamboo Tribe has already obtained our products from our customers. Now maybe their caravan is also discussing with their leader, studying how to deal with us." Luo Chong directly said his speculation, which stunned You Fu.
This speculation is very likely. Why can you get their products but they can't get yours? It is obvious that the activities of both parties have overlapped now, and it is only a matter of time before they meet.
"Hehe, that's right. Then I'll go back with the leader first. I haven't been home for several months. I don't know if the children still recognize me. By the way, leader, why didn't we see You Ye? Didn't you let him take care of the market here?" You Fu thought for a while and said with a smile.
"That kid can't stay in one place. You two brothers are the same. I arranged something else for him to do. He is now on a mission outside. I'll tell you when I get back." Luo Chong pointed at You Fu and said.
"Oh, so he's on another mission. But that's right. Xiao Ye has been with me since he was a child. He's used to being wild. He really can't stay in one place. Hehehe." Speaking of his brother, You Fu also smiled awkwardly.
In this way, Luo Chong stayed in the new city for another day, guiding their next work direction. The next day, he took You Fu and his party back to Hanyang City, preparing to plant the newly obtained grain seeds as soon as possible.
In the far southwest, just as Luo Chong guessed, the caravan of the Bamboo Tribe had already obtained the goods from the Han Tribe and was on their way home.
They marched from the grassland to the southwest, over mountains and ridges, and overcame all obstacles. It took them more than a month to finally reach the end of the southwest end of the continent, but it can't be said to be the end, because just a dozen kilometers ahead of them is their hometown, an island full of bamboo.
On the last day of April, in the evening, under the afterglow of the setting sun, 50 strong men wearing bamboo hats and bare upper bodies gathered on the coast.
There were reefs everywhere here, no beaches, and the cattle and horses they bought were eating grass on the slopes not far away. The evening breeze was very gentle, rolling up layers of fine waves in the bay in front, and the sunset reflected on the sea, as if dyeing the sea water red.
Countless seagulls circled low over the sea, performing their proud flying stunts. From time to time, they dived into the sea, grabbed a sea fish and swallowed it, waiting to fly back home and spit it out to feed their young.
In the sea water near the shore, several men were picking oysters in the shallow water with bamboo baskets hanging from their waists. Others stood on relatively high reefs, holding homemade bamboo bows and arrows in their hands, shooting down a seabird from time to time. Whenever they shot one, a big dog would rush into the sea and bring the shot seabird back. Needless to say, this dog was also introduced from the nomadic tribe.
A little further up, several men were setting up a large iron pot on the reef, burning firewood underneath, stewing seafood in the pot, and a circle of corn cakes on the edge of the pot.
"Boss, what do you think this pot is made of? We don't have this kind of metal over there. It looks harder than our platinum, gold, and red gold. And these scissors, look how sharp they are. If they were made into weapons, they would be very powerful. I'm afraid we can't defeat them."
A man who was putting pancakes into the iron pot said to the leading man who was playing with scissors.
"Who said we have to fight them? This is not something we can decide. Come back and give these things to the commander. Let them think about it when the time comes. Anyway, I don't really want to fight." The leading man said while cutting his nails with big scissors.
"Yes, I also think we should make friends with them. It would be great if we could learn their technology. Look at the woolen cloth they make. I really can't imagine how they make it. They collect so much wool from the grassland, make woolen cloth and sell it to them. How many cattle and horses can they exchange for this?!" The man putting pancakes sighed.
The leading man finished trimming his nails, carefully put away the scissors, and took out a piece of woolen cloth the size of a handkerchief. He exchanged two jars of sea salt from a nomadic tribe. The leader of the nomadic tribe didn't have much, only two samples given by the Miduohan tribe, and finally cut off a small piece for him.
After looking at the woolen cloth for a while, the man didn't know what he was thinking. He looked up at the sunset, turned his head and asked an older man behind him.
"What day is it today? Is it a round moon? Why hasn't the tide receded yet?"
(End of this chapter)
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