Zhao Hongyu was very yearning for the future described by Attitu.

Attido could foresee that if his tribe members found him and were able to carry out trade smoothly, it would be of great benefit to the Moxi cadre tribe.

First of all, there is no need to continue to be squeezed by the "white skins".

Secondly, with the sharp iron axe and seeing, the combat power of the Moxican tribe can be improved by a lot immediately.

However, this must be based on one premise, that is, the tribes of Zhao Hongyu tribe can find him. If he can't find him, then these will be the fantasy of the mirror flower and water moon.

"Brother, can you be sure that your tribe members can find you smoothly?" Attido expressed some concern about this.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Hongyu replied with a smile: "Don't worry, after your father wakes up, I will go east to check it out. Maybe my tribe members have already logged in there, and our trade will definitely be able to be carried out normally."

Zhao Hongyu said this, but thought to himself: The reason why I want to fool you so is not to expose my time and space trading device? After all, so many things appear by my side all at once, it will definitely cause some unnecessary suspicion.

But as long as I can build my stronghold on the eastern seafront, everything will be easy to say.

Of course, Zhao Hongyu would not say these words to Attido.

This is his secret.

Seeing that Zhao Hongyu was so sure, Atito stopped asking questions.

He picked up the wooden bowl Zhao Hongyu gave him and handed it to Wang Shan: "Give me another bowl of porridge and add two more packets of pickled vegetables!"

To be honest, I have only eaten half full until now. This thing is so delicious.

Looking at Attido who was eating around him, a plan for trade has slowly formed in Zhao Hongyu's mind.

In the 21st century, Zhao Hongyu was a senior manager working in a Fortune 500 company. Although he is a management person, he always has a wide range of knowledge.

He is not unfamiliar with the business style.

What's more, he was in the era of the big explosion of the information age, and he was also stained with various commercial information and models.

The Moxican tribe has a population of more than 13,000, which is a huge market in his opinion. If he can make them develop a habit, he will be able to completely control their lives.

And this will bring you huge benefits.

So, what Zhao Hongyu has to do now is to sell his own iron pot, rice and pickled vegetables.

At least, they should also develop the habit of drinking porridge in the morning, so that their pickled vegetables will not have to worry about no sales.

"Attido, do you know? Every morning, drinking a few bowls of white porridge with pickled vegetables can make you full of vitality all day." Zhao Hongyu thought of a big bad wolf who kept waving his tail, while Attido was a simple and innocent little white rabbit. "Of course, depending on your personal taste, you can choose to cut a little meat strip and put it in and cook it together. I think your tribesmen will definitely like this kind of delicacy."

Atito swallowed the food in his mouth and nodded hurriedly, "You are right, everyone will definitely like this kind of food. I think no one will refuse such deliciousness, I can no longer leave it." He agreed with what Zhao Hongyu said very much.

"You also knew before you met you that our tribe had meat, or corn and potatoes. These foods remain unchanged, and I was tired of eating them." Attitus was so disgusted with these foods he ate every day.

Zhao Hongyu was very understanding of Attido's reaction. After all, letting him eat these things all year round, he would be tired of it.

Moreover, there are no seasonings these days.

There is no other way to cook meat except grilling, it is simply monotonous.

And corn or potatoes, there is only one way to cook, that is, cook...

Not only the Indians on the American continent, but also the seemingly developed Europe.

No matter what food is, it is put into a pot and cooked. In the end, the food looks like pig food.

It would be great if there was MSG or oil. These were things needed for daily life, and after you had oil, you could teach them to cook.

Unfortunately, there is no MSG or oil available for buying Zhao Hongyu's time and space trading machine. So he has no choice but to sigh silently in his heart.

Zhao Hongyu knew that as long as the people from the Moxican tribe could use oil to cook vegetables and add MSG every day, then his own profit would be endless...

Alas, let alone oil and MSG, he can’t even buy salt now.

Zhao Hongyu looked around and asked, "What kind of cooking utensils do you usually use for your food?"

cooking utensils?

Attido was stunned for a moment, he didn't know what this meant.

"Oh, it's what you use to make when you make food." Zhao Hongyu immediately reacted when he saw Attido's blank expression.

Attido put down the wooden bowl in his hand and walked to the other side of the tent, searched in the middle of a pile of leather, and then walked back with something similar to a small cooking pot.

Look, we just cook food with this thing, and the black-hearted "white skins" just want to exchange for five bear skins for me.

Yes, it's so bad.

When Zhao Hongyu heard Attido say this, he nodded seriously.

He took the pot and looked at it, then put it on the ground.

I thought it was something good, but it was actually a pot made of inferior iron crust. It was the same size as the modern type of cooking pot, but I actually changed to five bear skins. These European rustlers are really too unscrupulous.

Even if you want to change it, you should change it yourself.

Zhao Hongyu started to recite in his heart.

Although I don’t know what price the bear skin can sell in the space-time trading machine, the five bear skins are more valuable than a inferior iron pot.

Why didn't I encounter such a profitable seller?

But now, since I'm here, it's better to monopolize the white-skins' business in the future.

Zhao Hongyu was very enlightened. He decided to help the Indian brothers break away from the European rustic claws and no longer let them be so "difficult".

"Look at how my pot is?" Zhao Hongyu pointed to the iron pot that cooked the porridge. Attido replied with envy: "This pot is very good, especially large enough. It is much thicker than the pots of the white skins and will not break so easily."

Yes, Zhao Hongyu's iron pot is the kind of black iron stir-frying pan that is often seen in rural areas. It's just that it's much smaller than the canteen, but it's enough to make dishes for six people at one time, and it's thick and not easy to break.

This is the most valuable point.

After all, it is a product from the 21st century, and even inferior iron products are of much better quality than Europe in this era.

On the other hand, the pots traded by the "white skins" with the Indians needless to say that the iron sheet is thin. And it is still small and cannot cook much food at all at once, which annoyed many Indians.

For this reason, they had to buy a few pots for every family. In this way, it was cheaper for European locals, and they made a huge profit in the process of fur trade.

But who made the Indians not have the skills to smelify iron, so they were eaten by European rustics.

As Zhao Hongyu and Attido chatted, he received a lot of information.

At the same time, he also had a grasp of the "price" situation in this area.

According to Attido, in their tribe, there were less than 100 soldiers with iron weapons. The remaining soldiers were all using wooden or stone weapons.

This is totally good news for Zhao Hongyu.

"Don't worry, I'll provide enough iron weapons here to supply you in the future. And for the sake of brothers, I will give you a little cheaper based on fifty beaver skins, and only thirty beaver skins will be prepared."

Zhao Hongyu pretended to be generous and made a guarantee to Attitu.

In fact, his heart was bleeding.

However, in order to gain the protection, support and friendship of the Moxi Cadres, sometimes appropriate expressions should be given.

Anyway, the price of thirty beaver skins is a super profitable for Zhao Hongyu.

You know, it would cost more than 8,000 yuan to be sold in a trading machine. But a bad axe with pig iron is only worth 30,000 yuan... It costs only 30 or 40 yuan.

If this weren't huge profits, then it would have been huge profits.

Attido was so excited that he was extremely excited. In his eyes, Zhao Hongyu was simply the incarnation of God.

"Of course, I hope that when your father wakes up, I will ask you for help with my affairs on the eastern seafront." Zhao Hongyu made a 'little' request with some embarrassment.

Compared to the Dutch who bought Manhattan Island at 24 Rift, I am already a saint.

Although he knew that his methods were a bit unauthentic, Zhao Hongyu was also constantly comforting himself in his heart.

"Don't worry, my father will agree. After all, this is too great for us, and it is really shameful that we gave you such a little reward." Attido lowered his head in shame. He felt that Zhao Hongyu suffered a great loss, while their Moxican tribe took a big advantage.

It's really simple. Do they have no idea about land?

Zhao Hongyu lamented in his heart.

No wonder hundreds of years later, the huge Indian population will end up like that.

Attido also ignored one thing at this moment, that is, the guarantees Zhao Hongyu made now are all verbal guarantees.

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