For two days, Brutus has been walking along the road in the dense forest. He has not seen any sign of leaving the dense forest. Fortunately, except for the heavy rain two days ago, it has never rained again, and he does not have to
Continue to stumble on the muddy dirt road.
Brutus felt that the first thing he did when he arrived in Tatto Town was to find a hotel to take a shower. The weather was so hot that the sweat he shed in two days soaked his clothes several times, so that when he found it in the wild
If you don’t have access to water, you need to quickly change your clothes and wash them first.
As for taking a bath, there is no need to think about it. Being able to clean the body quickly is the limit. Brutus does not want to be attacked by something in the forest while taking a bath. There is no way, who said he is alone.
The sound of wheels seemed to be heard in the distance. Brutus stopped, leaned down on the ground and listened. The sound was quite loud.
"Maybe it's a caravan." He guessed this. When he was in the village, he also asked about it. There were no large-scale criminal gangs such as robbers between Laxius Village and Tatto Town.
After all, the population was so sparse that it was impossible to support such a gang... Therefore, Brutus was not prepared to escape and just continued to move forward along the road.
After continuing to walk like this for a while, Brutus saw the caravan coming towards him: fourteen people, four of whom were wearing leather armor on their upper bodies and holding spears, and four carriages filled with supplies.
"In front of us, we are the caravan of the White Horse Chamber of Commerce." The man sitting on the carriage floor shouted to Brutus, "May I ask where your destination is?"
"I set off from the village of Laxius and prepared to go to the town of Tatto." Brutus replied.
"Are you coming from Laxius Village?"
"right."
After thinking for a while, the man ordered the four guards: "He seems to be a stranger. Check the surroundings for any danger."
After some inspection, Brutus stood beside the caravan's carriage and looked at the items on it.
"How about it, Mr. Brutus, is there anything you like?" The person who asked just now, the owner of the caravan, introduced the goods they carried to Brutus, "We can offer it at a low price.
Sold to you, of course, the lowest price can only be the cost price."
"If you really like something but can't afford it, I can give you one or two as a gift."
Brutus had no idea that his status as a Grisian was so popular. The tax collector Ion was like this last time, and it is the same this time.
"Well, I'm sorry, can I ask why you did this?"
"Of course it's because we admire the example of civilization." The boss replied without hesitation, and then he added, "As far as we businessmen are concerned, we also want to learn some business knowledge."
"After all, we all know that the business of the Gris people is quite advanced, so I just want to learn how to do it."
So let's just pretend to be Rome and Greece... Brutus didn't know how to complain about this for a while, but he thought of the completely different place names and the seemingly unrelated maps, which were still significant.
Difference.
"Business is nothing more than buying low and selling high. Open source means either relying on high-quality and low-priced goods with small profits but quick turnover, or relying on high-quality and high-value-added goods to quickly withdraw funds. Saving money is nothing more than reducing warehousing, transportation and the like.
The cost..." Brutus said something casually.
"In short, everyone who understands understands. Even if you don't understand, even if I tell you, you don't understand, so everyone who understands should understand." He looked at the chief, "I think the chief should understand."
"I understand, I understand so well." The boss patted his thigh and praised, "Mr. Brutus summarized the methods of making and saving money in just a few sentences. He is indeed a model of civilization."
Brutus felt that there was always something wrong with him or the leader of the caravan, or both of them were abnormal... He looked at the goods on the carriage, and to be honest, what attracted him the most was a half-moon shield.
Because he is missing a shield in his hand.
The manager followed his gaze and understood: "I saw that Mr. Brutus had spears and javelins in his luggage. He probably had a short weapon hanging on his body. Is he missing a shield?"
"But I don't recommend you buy this kind of shield. Its protective area is too small." The manager waved to the man behind him, "Go and take out the shield we are carrying."
The manager opened the large wooden box that the man moved from the bottom of a pile of boxes to the top, then pointed to the long rectangular shield inside and said: "I think this shield is very suitable for you to use. The length of one meter and two meters is enough to block attacks from the front.
Compared with the long oval shield, it is more suitable to stand on the ground."
The outermost layer of the shield is made of red-painted leather, with copper edges wrapped around it.
"The shield is made of dragon leaf wood. It is lighter than the ones commonly seen in the military, only 15 kilograms, but its protective power is not inferior at all. Of course, because it is much lighter, its ability to resist impact will be weaker, but
It doesn’t affect the use very much..."
However, despite the boss's talk, Brutus didn't make any comment - because he had no money.
"Then, such a shield must be very expensive, and I definitely can't afford it." Brutus saw his boss start drinking water to moisten his throat, and finally said, "But I have a few ideas that I'm not sure can make money.
I wonder if the boss is interested in hearing it."
After a while, the host sat on the carriage and waved goodbye to Brutus: "Goodbye, Mr. Brutus. When you arrive at Tatto Town, you can take the document I gave you just now and give it to White Horse."
Chamber of Commerce, they will provide you with some conveniences within their capabilities."
"I hope we can meet again by chance."
"See you later." Brutus waved his hand and said goodbye to the caravan.
"I really didn't expect that a few ideas that I don't know if they can be used can be used to replace an expensive-looking shield. It's really a simple folk custom."
He shook his head and continued towards the town of Tateto.
"Sir, did we just give him that shield?" The young man sitting next to the boss asked curiously, "That shield is worth 5 silver lats."
"You kid, don't always think about money, money, money. Isn't it easy to make money?" The boss patted the guy on the head, and then explained patiently, "For us chambers of commerce, money is not important, relationships are important.
."
"Look at his temperament and his identity as a Grisian. He might be a Griss noble. It's always right to make friends with such a person. Even if I accidentally make a mistake, add some points to this half-moon shield.
If you sell it at the right price, won’t you get your money back soon?”
The boss looked back at the other guys who were also listening, and continued: "In short, this matter is a huge profit, and you can't lose anything. You all should learn from it, and don't keep asking such nonsense in the future."
"Okay, go ahead and do whatever you need to do. Also, take waterproofing measures. There have been heavy rains in this area from time to time recently, so be careful and don't let the goods get damp."