The sacrifice to the old lady was very fast.

Among the tribes, her commands were second only to God.

At this time, she is representing God and conveying God's will.

The crowd rushed into their respective accounts excitedly and was busy rummaging through the boxes and cabinets.

The old lady actually walked to the tent that Zhou Li'an had just been to and quickly took out a belt buckle. The craftsmanship was very rough, but it was golden.

Zhou Li'an was jealous, but he still maintained his character and nodded slightly as if he was calm.

He knew that there were misunderstandings in his way of thinking.

Gold is worthless to the native North Americans, so he searched for cabinets that house valuables, and obviously could not find what he wanted, and could only find the shiny skull on the plate.

Soon, the crowd gathered and placed the gold jewelry brought from home on the previous altar and spread the floor.

Of course they won't hide their own personalities.

God has given gifts, and they must make some contributions.

If the old lady hadn't stopped him, the leader would have to kill several people in Zhou Li'an to cheer him up.

As expected, this is all the family background of the entire tribe.

Zhou Li'an picked up a gold jewelry casually and looked at it. Most of the jewelry was dark in color, and the purity of gold should not be high, but the victory was to win by quantity.

Roughly estimated, all gold can look like one kilogram after it is melted.

1,000 grams, the latest price of gold is around 450 yuan, totaling 450,000 yuan, and the conversion to USD is $70,000.

This is the salary he paid the year before his resignation.

After getting the system for a week, my hard work will pay off.

But if you want to activate the official version of the system -

Not enough, far from enough!

But at least it took the first step and established a consensus that the old lady knew what she needed. As long as she was not stupid, she would definitely find a way to collect more gold for herself.

More importantly...

The entire tribe could not digest the salt brought by Zhou Li'an. Of course, they were reluctant to enjoy this precious gift that was hard to come by, but used salt to trade with other tribes in exchange for the necessities they needed for daily necessities.

Compared to worthless gold, salt is actually the hard currency of this era.

Zhou Li'an did not stay in the tribe for a long time.

After disinfecting and replacing the trauma patch for the injured patient, he called the system to leave.

Of course, God's will was left before leaving.

A floor fresco.

Tell the old lady that he would return again after a sun and moon change.

Zhou Li'an flashed and showed his miracle.

The old lady led the tribe's people to bow and bow until he left for a long time before he stood up again.

The leader has already cleaned up his mood.

He deeply realized that the status of witches is unshakable. Only witches understand God better. He was too stupid before.

"Witch, I was wrong, please forgive me."

The old lady glanced at him indifferently, and she felt relieved...

She learned the art of worshiping and praying for gods from her previous witch since she was a child, and her worship of God was deeply rooted. However, after seeing the arrival of the true god, she was different from others' piety and was shaken.

The coming of God was an accident and had nothing to do with her sacrificial prayers for her long life.

Moreover, she could not communicate with God and could not understand God's words.

Of course the old lady was not questioning God, she was questioning herself.

But after understanding what God needs and leaving God's will to return again, she finally felt relieved and God will become closely connected with their tribe.

The premise is...

"Failed to the teeth, pack up these God's gifts and organize people. We will make a deal with our neighbors and get more sacrifices."

...

Salem, Oregon.

This unknown small town is the state capital of Oregon.

It is also the oldest city in the state.

It was once an important hub for overseas immigrants and gold-minted people in the 19th century. Therefore, there are a large number of Chinese people in the small town, mostly three generations and four generations of Chinese. Many people can’t even speak Chinese, and they have long been full of yellow and white hearts.

There is a tourist attraction in the city located underground. At the end of the gold rush, someone once found a large number of smelted gold bars in the basement of a shop and became a homeless object.

There were rumors that the owner of the house was a Chinese and had close contact with some gangs. Huang Metal was stolen from the gang. Because of some special reasons, the treasure land was forgotten and was discovered and handed over by the new owner later.

There are many versions of the story, all of which interpret the brilliance and darkness of an era.

On the basement of the tourist spot, there is Grocery Street, while local Chinese call it Chinese Street.

At this time, Zhou Li'an was sitting in front of the counter of a Chinese pawnshop on Grocery Street—

"Bronze? Do you say these things are all copper?"

A thin old man wearing old-fashioned tortoiseshell eyes looked at him jokingly, too lazy to speak.

I thought I had a big business.

The result was a young man who came to add fun to the old man's life.

Zhou Li'an looked confused and couldn't help asking: "There is no gold in it?"

The old man was a little impatient. If he hadn't seen him as a Chinese, he would have driven him away long ago.

Finally, I picked up three or two of the jewelry that was poured over the counter: "That's all, but the purity is definitely not high. The price is as much as the excess burning amount, and the processing depreciation fee is 15%. Will it be sold?"

Zhou Li'an's mouth twitched a few times, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Sell."

The old man was not vague and lit gold on the workbench to purify it.

After a busy trip, I used tweezers to finely hold three golden beans with water droplets and put them on the electronic scale: "3.6 grams, 67.5 dollars per gram, a total of 243 dollars, 15% processing fee, 206 dollars."

Count money, trade.

Zhou Li'an took over the hard work this week in a daze.

I spent more than 100 yuan to buy 120kg of salt. If you count the money you used to buy a tram... I would also pay 50 US dollars.

What the hell?

The first pot of gold with a promised 70,000 knives, will the dream be shattered in an instant?

The old man made a small profit, but he was in a mood to give Zhou Li'an a few words: "You are all Indian antiques collected in the second-hand market, right? I'll give you a piece of advice. How far can you hide when you see such things in the future."

Zhou Li'an said in confusion: "Don't Indian jewelry have a lot of gold products?"

The old man laughed: "That's Central and South American states. The natives of North America know nothing about it. Most of the Indian jewelry discovered were made of red copper. Otherwise, there would be no gold rush back then. The natives of North America had long lost the gold and the gold heads of the dog."

"Young man, no matter how much money you spend on these things, just buy them as a lesson."

After the old man finished speaking, he enthusiastically helped Zhou Li'an put the pile of rags back into his backpack.

But in Zhou Li'an's eyes, this enthusiasm was a pure mockery, and his whole body seemed to be petrified.

The old man wanted to continue mocking a few words, but when the guest came, he ignored Zhou Li'an.

Walking to another counter, the old man talks with the client—

"Beaver skin? It's not the hunting season now... I left it with skin making last winter? Haha, okay, how about 350 dollars?"

The person who came to sell the goods was a big bearded white man. His appearance was strong and fierce. He was useless in front of the shrewd and thin old man. He only spoke with Fake: "Shit! The fur merchants in winter receive goods at $500."

"First, do you have legal hunting certificates?"

"Second, I can also give you 500 dollars for more than three furs."

"Third...you can wait until winter to sell to someone else, don't you?"

The bearded white man was trembling with anger: "I'm in a hurry to use money."

The old man continued to say lightly: "You can go somewhere else to take a look. To be honest... I find it difficult to find a single fur. Maybe it will take a few months to get rid of it. The difference I earned is only more than one hundred knives, not to mention that it involves bearing the risk of fur spoilage and damage..."

"Stop talking, deal!"

He handed the money in one hand and the goods in the other hand. The bearded white man left in anger, and even cursed the dead old man as a profiteer.

The old man had been accustomed to it for a long time, and he just kept touching the fur carefully and couldn't let go of it.

He was picking up the phone and trying to call the familiar leather goods businessman, but when he looked up, he saw Zhou Li'an who was still stunned: "Hey, why haven't you left yet?"

Zhou Li'an stared at the beaver skin on his hand: "Beaver skin, 500 yuan a piece?"

The old man narrowed his eyes and smiled and said, "350 knives."

"What about three or more?"

"500 knives! But do you have a source of goods? The beaver hunted by the Indians has its own digestive channels." The old man thought he had several Indian friends, otherwise he would not have brought a large bag of Indian jewelry.

Zhou Li'an asked back without answering: "Where is the bison skin? Do you collect it?"

The old man didn't say anything for a long time. He really couldn't understand that this young man really had a source of goods, so he still wanted to make fun of him. He pondered for a while and said, "Cause it, 1,500 yuan per piece, it must be complete."

After the words came, Zhou Li'an nodded and left.
Chapter completed!