Chapter 65
It was the first time for Yu Sui to be in charge of these matters, and he was still a little uncomfortable.
He looked up at the two uncles, Heiyan and Bomb, and after seeing their encouraging eyes, he said to Biqi, "In fact, we have prepared other products this year. You can take a look first."
The snow wolf warrior sitting at the outermost edge stood up and went to get the goods from the luggage outside the door. After a while, he came in holding a pottery jar of white wine and a piece of felt.
When Yu Sui and Bang Bo were making felt just now, everyone in the room thought it was fur. After all, the texture of felt is indeed very similar to animal fur.
At this time, the snow werewolf took out a large roll of felt and placed it in front of them. Everyone could see clearly that it was not fur, but was made purely of animal hair, very similar to cloth.
"This is?"
Biqi picked up the felt and looked at it in confusion.
Chief Kun also observed carefully, and after seeing clearly, his voice became a little unclear, "Have you made woolen cloth?"
"This is felt. It's indeed made of animal hair, but it's not as comfortable as cotton. However, it's very warm. It can be used as a mattress, door curtains, or curtains. It's also waterproof when placed on the roof."
Yu Sui felt helpless when he heard Mao Bu's name. How come the snow wolves even had such similar names? He quickly introduced them to them.
The Tauren's reaction was not as violent as that of the Werewolves. After all, cotton cloth was not scarce for them, and their beds were covered with it. Unlike the poor Werewolves, they didn't even have much linen.
Bicchi and the other two minotaurs tried out the thickness and feel of the felt. Although it was not as soft as cotton, it was indeed very thick.
As the young patriarch said, it is very good for windproof or waterproofing.
"That's great indeed. Is this something you came up with?"
Biqi said to Sui with appreciation.
Although he felt a little embarrassed to admit it, after all, it was all the wisdom of the ancestors that he learned from the Internet, and now he claimed it as his own, Yu Sui still nodded with difficulty.
Otherwise, he couldn't say that he learned it from someone else. This place is vast and sparsely populated. Even if he wanted to say that he learned it from a white-haired old man like in the novel, no one would believe him.
In order to avoid being suspected, Yu Sui thought desperately that from today on he was a genius and no one could expose him!
"Just trade the grain at the price of linen."
Yu Suidao said that this was what everyone had discussed before setting off. Although felt is stronger and thicker, the raw materials are easy to obtain for the Snow Wolf Tribe and the method is not difficult. Since we are all orcs, there is no need to set the price too high.
Beach and the other two looked at each other, and were very satisfied with the price, their wide mouths grinning.
Heiyan was also very satisfied with his reaction, but he always felt a chill on his back today, so he scratched it in confusion.
Chief Kun, who was standing next to him, was so envious that his teeth were almost broken, and his eyes seemed to be filled with sparks and never moved away.
But even though they were jealous, the price was still very reasonable, much better than linen. With this, they no longer cared about the linen from the human caravan.
He took the felt from the minotaur and liked it even more after holding it in his hand. If he could exchange more, he could use it in the tent and also replace the straw mat, which would make the winter a little easier for the little cub.
Every time they came to the Red Grass Tribe, they felt complicated. The little minotaur wore cotton clothes covered with animal skins. Their houses were comfortable wooden houses, and there was endless food in the warm rooms.
Their cubs can only take on animal forms to reduce their food intake, and not every family has linen clothes. In winter, even the most lively and active cubs rarely go out to play.
When you consume your energy, you will feel hungry and need to eat. The cubs also understand this.
But in the autumn, some linen had already been exchanged with humans. Even if the remaining furs and magic cores were all traded for food, it would only allow the tribe to barely survive the winter.
Thinking about how every year the tribesmen would force themselves to eat smelly offal in order to fill the stomachs of their cubs, there was even one year when a snow werewolf was so hungry that he ran to the river to break the ice to catch fish, but was swallowed by a huge aquatic monster.
Even the powerful Snow Werewolves were not invincible. In fact, before that, even they did not know that there were such huge monsters in the river where they had been living.
Just for some unpalatable fish, they lost a member of the tribe. As the tribe leader, one can imagine how upset and frustrated Kun felt.
Although he couldn't let go of the felt, Chief Kun felt around it repeatedly with his rough hands, but his open mouth still closed weakly.
The most important thing is to fill the stomachs of the people first.
Noticing the change in his expression, Heiyan patted Kun's shoulder with empathy, but because of the presence of the Minotaur, he didn't say much.
"What's in this?"
The other two items were very much to the minotaur's liking. The reddish-brown minotaur also became curious about what was in the other pottery jar and couldn't help asking.
Before Yu Sui could stand up, Bombur had already stood up eagerly, "I'll do it!"
For fear that the jar might spill on the way, Yu Sui sealed it with a layer of linen and covered it with yellow mud, so that it would not leak out if it was moved with care and not broken.
Whenever this happens, he misses the plastic bottles he used to use, which were light, convenient, and tightly sealed.
Bangbo used all his strength to smash the yellow mud, then tiptoed to carefully scrape off the dirt on it, and then untied the rope that tied the sackcloth.
A rich and sweet aroma of wine spread in the air, clear and mellow, very tempting.
Bombur could wait no longer, so he drank the sugar water in one gulp to free the cup, and found a clean spoon to pour the wine into it.
Yu Sui was so upset. It was obvious whether he was showing samples to the customers or taking the opportunity to satisfy their cravings.
However, good wine needs no bush. The aroma emanating from the wine jar had already attracted everyone's attention. After seeing Bombur's eager movements, they became even more curious.
Biqi quickly raised his glass and drank all the water.
"Sweet? Did you put sugar in it?"
He swallowed the sweet syrup and exclaimed while holding up the cup.
The others were just busy looking at the shiny ceramic cup and hadn't had time to drink the water in it. Now, after hearing Biqi's voice, they raised their cups and sipped in disbelief.
"Your tribe has really changed. You're even willing to give us sugar water!"
Chief Kun no longer felt envious and muttered to himself numbly.
The sugar refined by Yu Sui in the tribe filled up an animal skin tent. Hei Yan distributed some to the tribesmen, and there was still a lot left.
Now they finally no longer have the urge to eat sweet things as easily as before. Although sugar doesn't taste as good as honey, it is sweeter.
Yu Sui doted on his cubs and often made fructose blocks for them. He only became more restrained when there were children with cavities in the tribe.
Infected by his attitude of not thinking sugar was precious at all, the people of the Heitu tribe would not waste it, but were also willing to eat it, and would serve sugar water to their guests.
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