book of old days

Chapter 37 The Big Purchase

Judging from the description in the book, the dwarf goblin seems to be useless and does not have any special abilities, but the risk is therefore minimized.

It's perfect for practicing hands.

And the conditions for summoning the dwarf goblins are relatively simple.

[The day of no sun, the silence, the hole of the old tree, the cake of the oak. 】

This Medolian obviously likes to play tricks, and even the summoning conditions have to be compared before he is willing to give up.

Sean couldn't help but slander in his heart, he didn't speak clearly, he could only figure out the meaning by himself.

The day without sun, the day without the sun, probably refers to cloudy days.

Silence, this is easy to understand, need to find a quiet place.

For the hole of an old tree, just find a tree hole, but how to judge the standard of this old tree?

And what is this oak cake?
Sean was a little helpless, this is the disadvantage of playing tricks, there will always be some things that people can't be sure about.

He thought about it for a while, and vaguely remembered that there was something called acorn noodles, a kind of food used to satisfy hunger in famine years in the old society.

The so-called oak tree cake, is it a cake made of acorn flour?
Thinking about it, it's almost the same.

Since this place is called Oak Valley, you can always pick up some acorns. As for tree holes and the like, if you can’t, just find a few more.

He jumped into action almost immediately.

Putting on a fur coat, carrying a shotgun, and a revolver on his waist, Sean wandered leisurely in the valley, looking for tree holes and acorns.

Tree holes are very common in this forest, and the most common ones are rabbit holes. In the shadows under the trees, in the gaps between the roots, you can often see a black hole where the fist reaches the school.

However, Xiao En felt that this kind of hole might not be big enough. Although he was not sure how big the dwarf was, he decided to find a bigger tree hole just to be cautious.

After wandering in the valley for half an hour, I finally found a hole that met the requirements under a dead tree. The hole was half a meter wide, and the hole was covered by dead branches and roots. It was dark inside. Shaun guessed that the tree hole was probably dug by a wild boar, but he didn't know why there was no wild boar in it.

This tree is also thick enough, and it looks very old. The requirement is 'the hole of the old tree'. After all, this tree is old enough.

Sean used a piece of cloth to make a few marks on the branches around the trunk so that they would not be lost.

The tree hole has been found, but no acorns have been picked up. Although this valley is called Oak Valley, it is strange that there is not a single oak tree. first name.

Sean didn't struggle with it for too long, since he couldn't find anything to buy, it was fine. He was planning to go to Nordforsen to buy winter supplies these two days, and they happened to do it together.

At noon, Sean came to Nordforsen.

This place is as lively as ever. Before the first snow falls in winter, those fur traders will try their best to remove furs, bring in goods, and conduct transactions.

Residents of Nordfössen will also store supplies as much as possible, which is related to survival in winter and cannot be sloppy.

There are some fur traders who simply accept the work of peddlers, and transporting supplies for sale is also a very profitable business.

As a remote mountain town, Nordfössen lacks everything, including guns and ammunition, hardware groceries, and even a nail has to be bought from outside.

In the past, there were also some industries such as blacksmith shops and flax workshops. However, the traditional craftsmanship of the Nords has no ability to resist the industrial power that has already taken shape in Brighton, except for those self-produced and sold agricultural products and game. Mountain goods, many daily necessities are brought in from outside.

Sean first bought a rough horse.

Originally, he didn't plan to buy a horse. It took about an hour to walk from the valley to here. It wasn't close, but it was acceptable. The most important thing was that he was not very good at serving horses.

But Xiao En understood that he had to get out of his comfort zone. In this wild northern mountainous area, it was more convenient to have a horse.

Then he bought a simple carriage and prepared to load the purchased goods.

Winter is coming soon, and once it snows heavily, it will be difficult to pass through the valley, so sufficient supplies must be accumulated.

Sean bought a large amount of oats, barley, and bags of flour. The price of grain here was twice as high as that in Brighton, but it was still a small amount of money for Sean.

He also bought large quantities of apples, dried mushrooms, onions, garlic, potatoes, cabbage, and peas, which were his main sources of vitamins.

He bought four whole blocks of goat cheese, each weighing more than twenty pounds. He doesn't like this kind of food with a strong smell, but this thing is durable and extremely high in heat, so it can be stored as emergency food.

Four jars of honey, two jars of sugar, and two jars of salt, but sugar is more expensive than honey.

All kinds of meat products are naturally indispensable. He doesn't have much confidence in his hunting skills, so it's better to stock up as much as possible.

Twelve strings of wild boar sausages, forty pounds of smoked venison (he ate a good deal on the way here), two smoked hams, four live chickens, a wooden barrel of bacon jerky, a wooden barrel of Salted fish, a few cans of lard, and a few chunks of animal fat.

You also need to buy some wine. Sean doesn't like to drink alcohol, but in the cold weather in the north, it's a good choice to drink occasionally, such as mead, cider, and local specialty Grollan spirit.Packed in pot-bellied bottles and tied with straw ropes, there is also Barley wine directly packed in oak barrels.

Seeing the rich food gradually piled up on the carriage, Xiao En was also full of confidence.

He handed a five-pound note to the grain merchant, and asked casually, "By the way, do you have acorn noodles here?"

"Acorn noodles? Of course, and it's very cheap. You want to buy this? Just to remind you, this stuff is not delicious."

"It's all right, give me twenty pounds."

The businessman shrugged, filled him with half a bag of acorn noodles in a cloth bag, and charged him an extra silver taco.

When he was about to leave, Sean suddenly remembered something. He drove the carriage clumsily, and staggered to the edge of the town. In front of a Nord wooden house, the wooden shed in the yard was covered with Fur of rabbit, fox, goat, otter and wolf.

The old hunter Milok was skinning a goat. The fresh and tender mutton exuded white heat in the cold air, and the air was filled with the smell of goat blood. Lie down in the kennel basking in the sun, but looked at the mutton from time to time, but none of them dared to take a bite.

It was with great difficulty that Sean stopped the brown nasty horse. After the latter stood firm, he snorted and leisurely gnawed the weeds outside the door.

Sean stuck the brakes and confirmed that the carriage would not run wild, and then he greeted Milok.

"Hey, good afternoon."

Milok smiled and nodded at him, "Ha, you're finally here, I thought you forgot about it." He rubbed his hands stained with sheep's blood and wool on the leather jacket casually , whistled at the hounds, and the hounds immediately lined up in a row, like a military parade.

(End of this chapter)