[Oh, Shete, a red copper with exquisite craftsmanship...]
"Shut up!!"
At home, Zhou Li'an poured a backpack of 'gold' on the table, and the mean voice in his mind was mocking him, giving him a second critical hit!!
"You knew this already? Why didn't you remind me!"
[If you don’t pay for cheating, then you can only use the free limited functions! Listen to my advice, payment is the way to go, free prostitution is always a heresy]
"Your mom died!"
[Hehe, I’m anxious, you’re anxious again!]
Of course Zhou Li'an was angry, but that was all.
The ultimate goal of searching for gold is difficult to achieve, but today we had an unexpected harvest.
The United States claims to be a nation founded on fur.
After the 19th century, a total of 60 million North American bison were slaughtered to the point of extinction. A large amount of fur was sent to Europe to be made into various leather goods. The horns became handicrafts, and even the bones were turned into fertilizer. As for bison meat, it also changed in different periods.
Family meal on the plate.
It was difficult for the natives in the 15th century to understand the difference between gold and copper.
At least it is difficult to solve this problem until the activation system successfully communicates.
But fur does not need to be identified.
Zhou Li'an thought of the dozens of tents in the tribe, all of which were sewn from cowhide.
The throne of the god on the altar was probably the fur of a North American gray wolf. Looking back now, the value of these things is no worse than gold.
The natives of North America are experts in tanning furs, and they are purely handmade and customized...
"1,500 dollars? Less!"
Zhou Li'an knew very well that the old man in the pawn shop would definitely lower the price.
However, before the formal transaction, he does not need to talk about the price. With the real object in front of him, he will naturally understand the value of the fur. Then it will no longer be a buyer's market, but a seller's market.
The North American bison have only made a racial resurgence in recent years, and bison hides are a scarce commodity.
There is very little circulation on the market, and most of them are found in individual workshops and craftsmen.
Things are rare and valuable, so you can definitely make a profit this time.
Assuming that the price is 2,000 dollars, 500 bison hides can save enough money to activate the system.
For the total number of 60 million in North America, it is just a drop in the ocean.
The total value of 60 million bison hides exceeds 100 billion. Of course, Zhou Li'an cannot really make money by slaughtering all the bison hides. He just laments that the history of "the founding of the country with fur" is not groundless.
The ultimate goal is to get gold.
But before activating the official system to obtain the [Language Pack], Zhou Li'an decided to postpone the southern exploration plan.
He sketched out the outline of the plan on a piece of paper.
Then I posted it on the wall at home to remind myself all the time——
The road to nation building is long and arduous.
…
May 9, 1400.
Light rain.
Zhou Li'an watched people kneeling in the rain, smelling the fragrance of the earth, and felt peaceful.
Because there is nothing to be embarrassed about.
When he got the system, he thought carefully about the future.
If he does not unify North America as a god, then in a hundred years, the native people of North America will only be greeted by a group of demons.
Haven't seen him for a day.
There have been new changes within the tribe, not only the people are full of energy.
Yesterday, at the location of the altar, a new tent was built by the old lady. It was no longer the small triangular roof where they lived, but a large tent similar to a yurt.
The old lady enthusiastically introduced the residence they had worked so hard to build for God.
Zhou Li'an received a satisfied smile.
The old lady danced and gestured with what she wanted to express.
It wasn't until Zhou Li'an saw the tribe leader gathering his men, putting on his leather rucksack, and carrying salt that he was ready to set off, that he roughly understood what the old lady meant...
"You want to help me find gold?"
"Light, light gold..." The old lady nodded.
Zhou Li'an smiled bitterly, thinking that he would get a bunch of red copper back so that he could open an Indian folk jewelry store.
He shook his head and took out his cell phone, already prepared.
If we don’t understand the language, let’s look at the pictures and talk.
Bison skins, beaver skins, wolf skins, they all are wanted.
The old lady offering sacrifices did not hesitate at all. After accepting the divine decree, she immediately mobilized the entire tribe.
Soon, a pile of furs like a camel's hump was placed in front of Zhou Li'an.
He was excited.
Most of them are bison skins, and there are also a few wolf skins.
After counting, the total number was 38. Even at the price quoted by the profiteer old man, so many bison skins would bring Zhou Li'an 57,000 dollars in income.
Doesn’t this smell better than fake gold jewelry?
As for more rewards, I'm not in a hurry.
120 kilograms of salt is enough for this tribe to exchange for all the supplies it needs.
For a period of time, Zhou Li'an can prostitute their furs for free.
At the same time, he opened the picture of gold again, shook his head and told the old lady that there was no need to collect gold anymore, but instead: "skins, more skins."
The old lady understood it and then went to find the merchant team that was about to set off.
After she left.
Zhou Li'an found the injured patient and changed his dressing.
After it was over, he glanced at the girl who had been standing in his tent the whole time, waiting for orders.
Take the fur and leave in a flash.
Even though the girl had seen this scene many times, she was still shocked. Finally, she knelt on the ground and silently recited the prayers taught by the witch.
Soon after, the old lady returned and found that the girl was the only one left. She frowned and said, "Has the god left?"
"Yes, witch...but, the gods did not leave any new decrees."
The old lady had no worries. Since God told her to collect furs, he would surely come again.
She paid more attention to the girl at this time and looked at her carefully.
The girl did not move and lowered her head shyly.
After waiting for a while, the old lady said: "Snow Girl, are you willing to become a witch who serves the gods like me?"
The girl was surprised and nodded wildly: "Witch, I do."
"Good boy, from today on, you will be by my side. You are a child favored by God. Just as your name symbolizes purity, you are the daughter of the snow mountain. When you were born, no one thought you would survive.
Come down."
"Move out of the mountaineer's home. I will let people build a new tent next to God's residence... In addition, you need to take a good wash..."
The old lady looked at the snow girl, thoughtfully.
…
Grocery street, pawn shop.
Zhou Li'an is here again.
The doorbell rang as he pushed the door open. The old man at the counter put down the newspaper and looked at Zhou Li'an in slight surprise: "It's you again."
Zhou Li'an didn't waste any time and placed the trolley case on the glass counter.
The bang made the old man feel a little distressed, but he couldn't curse him. He was obviously more curious about what Zhou Li'an had brought.
Open the box.
A whole folded bison hide filled a suitcase.
The large mesh leather texture instantly made the old man exclaim: "Madefak!! Have you really got it? Is this bison leather?"
Zhou Li'an still said nothing, placed the box on the ground, and spread the bison skin on the counter.
The leather is dark red and slightly hard.
Zhou Li'an clearly saw the old man's Adam's apple rolling several times, and he had already made a calculation in his mind: "Purely handmade vegetable-tanned cowhide, let me know the price..."
The old man subconsciously opened his mouth.
Zhou Li'an interrupted with a sneer: "If you give me 1,500 knives, I will turn around and leave. You can give it a try."
"Fake..." the old man stopped, cursed, then held up the tortoiseshell eyes on his face, looked at Zhou Li'an seriously, and for the first time changed into a poor Yue Pu: "Ah, handsome boy, what should I call you?
La?"
"Zhou Li'an."
"Ah Chow Sang, we are all compatriots, we don't deceive our own people... How about 2,000 US dollars?"
"5000." Zhou Li'an didn't even blink.
The old man was so angry that he gritted his teeth: "No way, 2500."
"5500."
"???" The old man's eyes widened, and he almost jumped out of the street with his words stuck in his throat.
He could see that Zhou Li'an was not easy to fool, and since he didn't play the emotional card yesterday, it was impossible to use compatriots to build relationships now.
The old man switched to English and looked serious: "$3,000, this is the actual price. Unless you go to a big city to find channels, no one in Oregon will bid higher than me."
"3500."
"Impossible!"
"I have 34."
"No... what the hell." The old man's face turned red. He hurriedly walked out of the counter, locked the door, and pulled down the rolling shutter door.
When he came, he stared at Zhou Li'an eagerly, as if he wanted to see through his soul, and lowered his voice like he was conducting an underground transaction: "There are really 34?"
