As for the northern city where the northern barbarians live, the city walls were built even more simply and crudely. It did not even look like a city wall and was worse than a military camp.
We just used some simple logs to surround it.
There were no defensive trenches or anything like that on the periphery, it was incredibly crude.
At the same time, due to different living habits, courtyards are rarely seen in the city. People still retain the habit of living near water and grass, so most of them live in tents.
If compared from the perspective of building facilities, the North City is completely a slum.
"By the way, I noticed there are a lot of guards in the North City. What's going on?"
Shopkeeper Lu pointed to the flags fluttering in the distance.
"Look, even though the walls of the North City are leaky, they are hung with dozens of neatly arranged flags. Don't underestimate these flags. Whenever a tribe settles in the North City, they will hang their own flags on the walls to show their presence."
"Oh, so many flags, it seems that there are many important Northern Barbarians living in the North City."
"I don't know the details, but it should be related to the war last year. Those who have withdrawn should all be in North City."
"I see."
Liu Feng raised his eyebrows. Since there are so many big shots in North City, wouldn’t he be letting them down if he didn’t go?
"Zhamuhecha City is not only home to merchants from Dali, but also to merchants from all over the world."
"Look, right in front of us is the busiest place in the entire Zamuhacha. Locals call this the Street of Nations."
"Come on, I'll take you to see it. This place is very lively. Merchants from all over the world have shops here."
Manager Lu’s familiarity with Zamuhecha City made Liu Feng feel that this was definitely not his first time here, and he now acted as Liu Feng’s guide.
His meaning was very clear. He wanted to serve Liu Feng as well as possible and make Liu Feng remember this favor.
He had even prepared himself in his heart to be a sucker. No matter what Liu Feng liked on Wanguo Street, he would buy it and give it to Liu Feng.
It doesn't matter how much money is spent.
Who knew that as soon as Liu Feng entered Wanguo Street, his attention was attracted by a shop selling spices.
I went straight into the spice shop.
"How strange! There really are spices."
When Liu Feng walked in, he saw that the place had all kinds of spices like cumin, fennel, etc. It was like a new-age spice shop.
How is that possible?
Such a complete variety?
The scene before him shocked Liu Feng immensely.
"This is a spice shop opened by people from the Western Regions. They are good at tinkering with these things, and they can gather all kinds of messy things together."
"Especially the Dawan Country in the Western Regions. The people of this country are good at cooking. They can make any ordinary ingredient smell delicious."
"This is especially true of the spices they collected. Many of them are completely unheard of in Dali."
"Boss Liu, are you interested in this?"
Shopkeeper Lu asked Liu Feng with a smile.
He didn't understand why Liu Feng, a cloth maker, would be interested in spices?
Could it be possible that this spice could also be made into cloth?
But there is another possibility, maybe Boss Liu simply likes to eat it.
As we all know, spices may look insignificant, but they are not cheap at all. There has always been a saying that one ounce of gold is worth one ounce of spices.
If Boss Liu just wanted to watch the fun, then it wouldn't matter. He could just take some spices back to try. It wouldn't cost much, and he could definitely pay for it.
If Boss Liu gets too much, it will be troublesome because he doesn't have much money.
"Of course, these are all good things."
"Shopkeeper, how much are these spices?"
"Hello, boss. These are 20 taels of silver, those over there are 50 taels of silver, these are 100 taels, these are 200 taels, and the ones at the back are 500 taels."
The speaker was a blond-haired, blue-eyed man from the Western Regions. He had a high nose bridge, beautiful eye sockets, and spoke poor Dali Mandarin.
Liu Feng was secretly shocked. This price was really unimaginable. Ordinary people would be shocked just by asking the price, let alone using it.
Shopkeeper Lu felt a little nervous as he touched his wallet.
Now Boss Liu should give up, this price is not cheap.
"Okay, not bad, not bad. Although the price is not cheap, the quality is very good."
"How about this, give me ten pounds each and we'll calculate the silver together."
What?
The boss, who was relaxing on a recliner, almost jumped up from his chair when he heard the scale Liu Feng wanted.
Ten pounds?
Oh my god?
This is ten kilograms, and all of them have to be ten kilograms. What does this mean?
This is the first time I have met such a big customer in all the years since I opened the store.
Big business, absolutely big business.
Ten pounds?
What, so many?
When Shopkeeper Lu heard this number, he was almost scared to death.
Forget it, ten kilograms is ten kilograms. For the sake of big business in the future, it’s better to suffer a little loss now and lay the foundation for the future.
This amount of silver is not small, but it is nothing surprising compared to the huge profits generated by Liu Feng's new cloth.
The shopkeeper instantly became respectful and directed his employees to prepare goods for Liu Feng.
In a short while, more than 30 cloth bags were placed in front of Liu Feng, and each bag contained a kind of spice.
"Old Eight, take a look. These spices are worth a total of 4,300 taels. Since this is our first collaboration, I'll give you the remainder as you Central Plains people say."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com