She Is Not a Witch

　　 After getting to know these brothers and sisters, the two caravans started a parallel journey.

　　 Lorrain Hill wanted to meet the shamans of those big tribes, and the Lamia Chamber of Commerce just happened to go to those big tribes to purchase goods and trade.

　　 The horse convoy formed a long serpentine shape on the ground, leading to a group of tents in the distance.

　　 These large felt tents are mostly white, surrounded by a vertical circle of wooden strips, covered with felt cloth and the like, and the top is a circular spire, which is very similar to the grassland buildings in the girl's memory.

　　 Perhaps this is the inevitability created by the environment. Even if they have not inherited the knowledge of the past, the living beings in this world have developed similar things.

The motorcade stopped at the periphery of the felt tent group. A tall and strong man in an animal skin vest walked out. He has two huge upward bends on both sides of his head and strange tattoos on his body, giving people a powerful look. A sense of oppression.

　　 "It's been a long time, Holland." The horned orc man who was close to three meters stretched out a rough big hand and shook hands with Holland, as if a beast had been facing a chicken.

　　 "It's been three years, I didn't expect you to grow so tall in Stanley." Holland looked at the horned teenager who was almost unrecognizable three years ago.

　　 "Hahaha." The brawny man laughed, his voice loud and thunderous, and he could hear him from a few miles around.

　　 "Life has improved a bit over the past two years. Forget it, let's not talk about it. Come in and talk about it. You are here to buy goods this time."

　　 "Yes." The two of them were about to go inside, but Holland stopped suddenly.

　　 "What's the matter?" The big man asked incomprehensibly, his voice extremely thick.

　　 "I almost forgot, two more are coming, one is my sister, and the other is the leader of the caravan."

After speaking, Holland said hello, and the entourage behind him also trot to inform the rear. Then, the doors of the two carriages opened, and two girls walked out, one was Mayer and the other was Lorance. You.

　　 After entering the tall felt tent, a few people sat down around the open space in the middle and started talking.

　　 "This Miss Lecia is the leader of the Lagertis caravan. She happened to meet on the road and happened to be on the way, so she came with us." Holland introduced.

　　 "Lecia, this oxhorn tribe branch, the son of the patriarch of the red horn tribe, Stanley."

　　 "Hello." Lecia bowed slightly, and looked at the inside of this felt tent. The space was very wide, and only white ash remained in the open space in the middle, which should have been left during the usual barbecue and life.

"Hello there."

　　 Stanley nodded. Although he was surprised by the girl's appearance, he was more concerned about the Lamian Chamber of Commerce's deal this year, because it was related to the business of the entire tribe in the next year.

　　 "How many goods will the Lamia Chamber of Commerce purchase again this year?"

　　 "Hehe, you also know that, as long as the quality is good, we basically have how much and how much we collect." Holland said straightforwardly.

　　 The brawny man with horns sat on the thick wooden chair, raised his palm and shook it before speaking.

　　 "This year is different from the past. We must have enough output, but I don't know Master Holland can't afford the price."

　　 Stanley leaned on a chair made of thick logs, thinking about the harvest this year, the corners of his mouth grinned unconsciously.

　　 Since the flame singer brought a brand new pasture seed two years ago, various tribes on the grassland have rushed to plant it. This kind of forage called alfalfa can be described as a godsend. It can be produced on all kinds of land, and the yield is extremely high. There is no need to rotate pasture as before.

　　 As a result, the grazing land on the grassland seems to have doubled 3-4 times, and some previous conflicts also have a lot of room for buffering.

　　 After the past two years, livestock production has gradually increased. It is foreseeable that this is just the beginning.

　　 Of course, you can’t tell this ‘old man’ all this, if the other party knows the specific market, he will definitely take the opportunity to lower the price. The best way is to sign a long-term supply contract this time to ensure that these goods can be sold at a good price in the next few years.

　　 Outsiders think that the Bullhorns are stupid and thick, but in fact there are many smart individuals among them. Stanley is one of them. Under the rough appearance, he has a keen heart.

　　 "Oh, it seems that your tribe is doing well this year."

Holland was slightly surprised. What happened on the prairie. These businessmen knew what was going on because of their business dealings. Looking at Stanley's so confident appearance, it probably defeated several nearby tribes and gained many pastures in the past two years. And loot.

　　 "Can I see the goods first?"

　　 "No problem." Stanley put two big hands on the armrests, stood up, and led the three people out of the big tent to the warehouse behind the tribe.

　　 Lifted off the thick waterproof cloth, and the bundled fur was displayed in front of everyone. Stanley pulled out a few pieces at random and placed them on the table beside them for Holland and Lorrain Hill to watch.

　　 Holland took it up and looked at it carefully, twisting slowly with his hands, and sniffing the smell, seeing that he was very skilled. Mayer and Lorrain Hill stood aside, just stroking them a little with their hands, and didn't make any extra movements.

　　 Mei Yier does this because she believes in her brother's ability, but Lorrain Hill is assisted by the system and her own extraordinary perception, so she can understand the situation of these goods without doing that.

　　 Although she was calm on the surface, the girl shook her head inwardly.

　　 These furs may be good originally, but the tanning methods and techniques are too crude, so that the appearance is a bit slippery, and it may even rot after long storage. The same goes for the goods she saw at the border market some time ago.

　　The animal's fur will remain fat, flesh and other foreign matter just after it is peeled off, it is not clean, and even smells.

If you want to really make a coat or blanket~www.readwn.com~, you have to start with cleaning, scraping, soaking, tanning, and then shaping, dyeing, antiseptic, etc. There was a whole set of technological processes in the past civilization. .

　　 In today's world, although in the high-end field, because of its extraordinary power, it can provide products and services that are not inferior to the past, but in the field of ordinary people's livelihood, there is still a long way to develop.

　　 "A batch of very good quality!"

　　 After checking a few pieces, Holland couldn't help but thumb up and exclaimed. He seemed very satisfied with his appearance.

"Hahaha, I didn't lie to you, brother." Stanley also laughed, and patted Holland's shoulder with a big hand, making the latter tremble. Fortunately, this one also has the strength of Sequence 2. It won't be shot down at once.

　　 "Then let's sign a contract for the next two years."

　　 Putting down their fur, Stanley and Holland walked to another big tent, where today’s wine and feast are being prepared, and they are ready to eat and agree on the next thing.

　　 Lorrain Hill watched the two talking and laughing as she walked out of the tent. Knowing the current situation of the grassland, she naturally knew the plan of the big horned man, and couldn't help feeling amused.

　　 It seems that there are many smart guys in this group of orcs.

　　 But that's okay. Smart people can at least make sense. If it's those stubborn people, she really doesn't know what to do.

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