Chapter 12: Excessive Profit

  "My son and the wizard both told me that it was you, a traveler from afar, who saved me. I am eternally grateful."

  Time passed quickly and before I knew it, dawn broke on the second day.

  Thanks to penicillin, Attido's father finally woke up and looked much better than yesterday.

  Seeing Artidote's father getting better, Zhao Hongyu was also very happy.

  "I cannot ignore someone in need, my father taught me from a young age that when I have the ability, I must help others." Zhao Hongyu humbly replied with his head lowered.

  "Your father is great," Attido's father, Samara, said sincerely to Zhao Hongyu. "I heard from my son that you need the land by the sea in the east?"

  The old patriarch didn't beat around the bush. He directly asked about what his son had just inquired about himself.

  Zhao Hongyu nodded: "Yes, if you allow it, then I want to obtain the right to use and dispose of that land." He replied calmly, without evading or hiding.

  Samara closed his eyes, thought for a moment and said: "Okay, we Indians should be friendly to each other. You need a piece of land for your tribe to rest and live, I understand that very well. But can you really guarantee that your people will find you?", He had made up his mind to make this thing happen when he heard his son mention trade.

  After all, Zhao Hongyu's offer was very reasonable, much fairer than those black-hearted 'white skins'.

  Besides, if trade can be done, why must it be with the 'white skins'? Now an Indian tribe can completely replace the 'white skins'.

  "I can guarantee that they will find me by this afternoon at the latest." Zhao Hongyu's expression was extremely serious, as if it were really going to happen.

  Looking at his serious expression, Samar couldn't help but believe him either.

  "As long as they can find me, I can let them tell my father to bring the things we want to trade." Zhao Hongyu said with certainty. "In this way, everyone will no longer have to deal with those white-skinned people." His words made the tribal elders who came to see Samar early in the morning nod repeatedly.

  Yes, if this thing really happens, those 'white skins' will certainly no longer need to be taken care of.

  Anyway, it's all about trading axes and pots. Since the Indian tribe brothers can make them, with much better quality than those of the white people, and at a lower price.

  They will certainly choose.

  At the same time, for the ruthless 'white skins', the elders of the Moxi tribe were truly hated to the core.

  Thereafter, in the presence of all the elders of the tribe, Samara agreed to transfer all the land on the east coast of New York to Zhao Hongyu, and from then on, the area that would become the most prosperous city in the United States in the future became Zhao's possession.

  But the future 'New York', is now just a place called 'Pappon' in Indian tongue.

  Samara and Zhao Hongyu agreed that both sides would use a small river as the boundary to divide the sphere of influence between the Mosi Gan and Zhao Hongyu tribes.

  That is to say, all the land on the east side belongs to Zhao Hongyu now.

  Of course, theoretically it is like this, and in Indian jurisprudence also it is like this.

  The problem is, now Zhao Hongyu and his team have only four people, can they protect such a large area of land?

  It's worth noting that these lands in the east are quite extensive.

  Zhao Hongyu stretched out his right index finger and touched it with Samara's, and the agreement was thus concluded.

  Oooooh!

  When the two people's index fingers touched together, those tribal elders all shouted "Oh oh".

  After shouting for a while, everyone shifted their attention and began to take an interest in the iron knife and pot that Zhao Hongyu had taken out.

  Wang Shan and others started putting pots on the pre-dug marching stoves and began cooking porridge.

  As Zhao Hongyu explained to everyone and made them remember the price of future transactions, all the elders nodded in satisfaction.

  To be honest, Zhao Hongyu's ironware exchange price is really a conscience price compared to those white-skinned people.

  Everyone agrees with this point in their hearts.

  "Has everyone come without eating anything this morning?" Zhao Hongyu asked with a smile, looking at everyone with concern. In fact, he already knew that these tribal elders had come on an empty stomach.

  Because he had asked Attido, he was very clear that in the morning, basically no one from the Mosi tribe ate anything.

  After all, eating those greasy meats early in the morning is really unbearable.

  So many times people simply don't eat it.

  Zhao Hongyu gave Wang Shan a glance, and Wang Shan opened the wooden lid on the iron pot. Suddenly, the fragrance of rice filled the entire tent.

  What flavor is this? It smells so good!

  Fresh and fragrant, with a meaty flavor, but not too strong!

  What is that white thing, I have never seen it before.

  The elders opened the lid on Wangshan and looked clearly at the rice porridge in the iron pot, then they whispered to each other.

  However, unlike their reactions, Attido and his father swallowed a few mouthfuls of water in unison, especially Attido's father looked rather out of shape.

  At midnight, Atti's father woke up.

  Thanks to penicillin, Attido's father Samara recovered quickly. Although he has not fully recovered yet, the inflammation is slowly subsiding.

  He woke up and felt extremely hungry because he hadn't eaten well for several days.

  When Samar woke up, Zhao Hongyu and A Ti Duo both felt it. So they also got up one after another, surrounded him and asked a few questions.

  It was said that he was a bit hungry, so Zhao Hongyu had Wang Shan heat up the meat porridge and mix in some pickled vegetables for him to eat a bowl.

  After all, he has just recovered from his illness and cannot indulge in excessive eating and drinking yet.

  It was this bowl of porridge that thoroughly hooked out Samar's greedy worm, making him unforgettable.

  A bowl of meat porridge with pickled vegetables is far from enough for Samara.

  Unfortunately, no matter how he begged Zhao Hongyu to persist, he just wouldn't give him any more food.

  What a disease has just recovered, the spleen and stomach have not been restored, can't overeat, must have a degree.

  I'm obviously hungry, why don't you give me something to eat?

  However, considering his life was saved by this young man, he still followed Zhao Hongyu's suggestion.

  Besides, his own son Ati also repeatedly advised him to listen and obey.

  So Samara has endured until now.

  This fragrant and savory meat porridge, he had never eaten before. Especially after adding those pickled vegetables, the flavor was even more unforgettable after eating.

  Gulu gulu!

  As he thought about it, a rumbling sound came from Samara's belly.

  Ati slightly opened his mouth and glanced at his old father.

  "What are you looking at? It's normal for the stomach to make noise, isn't it? Don't you make sounds when your stomach is hungry?" Samara rolled her eyes and said to her son Atido. "So don't look at me with that kind of gaze, I don't like it."

  At this point, Ati had no choice but to shift his gaze away.

  Wang Shan had already taken out the wooden bowls, filled with meat porridge and pickled vegetables, which were then handed to the Indian elders sitting around by Zhang Tie and Song Hu respectively.

  For the next two hours, Wang Shan was either cooking porridge or cooking porridge, and he didn't stop at all.

  Zhao Hongyu continued to instruct the elderly people on how to make rice.

  Within these two hours, the elderly ate bowl after bowl of 'millet porridge', even if they already felt their belly was going to burst, they still wanted to eat more.

  I never knew there was such a delicious breakfast in the world.

  Everyone's heart has involuntarily produced such an idea.

  Actually, they know that porridge tastes especially good when eaten in the morning.

  This is also why Zhao Hongyu chose this time in the morning to let these tribal elders have a taste.

  As expected, everyone ate the meat porridge with pickled vegetables specially prepared by Zhao Hongyu and expressed great interest in this food.

  Of course, iron pot for cooking congee is also good.

  Compared with those 'white skin' ones, this pot is much stronger.

  After finishing breakfast, the elders surrounded Zhao Hongyu and asked their own questions.

  Zhou Hongyu also made a response and explanation, and expressed that he could make this meat porridge for them, would sell pickled vegetables, and on the spot, Zhou Hongyu gave each of these elderly people a black iron pot.

  At the same time, Zhao Hongyu also told these elderly people that this rice can not only be used to make porridge but also to make "rice" to eat, and it tastes great with pickled vegetables.

  To make everyone believe, Zhao Hongyu had Wang Shan cook a pot of rice and served it with pickled vegetables for everyone to taste.

  Although everyone ate a lot of porridge in the morning, they are not hungry at all now.

  But also tried a bit, as Zhao Hongyu said, this approach changed the flavor of "rice" and it's not bad.

  It's said that Zhao Hongyu still had some pickled mustard greens in his hands, and those elders immediately quoted their own prices to buy them.

  100 bags of Fuling pickled mustard, worth no more than 50 yuan.

  But in this place, I was able to exchange it for three sable skins worth over 1,000 yuan.

  What a rip-off! It's really a rip-off!

  Zhao Hongyu used the pickled vegetables on his body to directly exchange for sixty sable skins and forty bear skins in the account.

  Of course, this is not all due to the pickled mustard greens' credit, the iron pot also played a role in it.

  Hmph, a market of over 10,000 people, as long as they use their own supplies for everything they eat and use every day from now on, it's impossible not to make money.

  Once I've earned some money, I can buy a boat and start maritime trade.

  Since I've arrived in 1620, if I don't venture out to sea, it would be a waste of this opportunity.

  Zhao Hongyu lowered his head, and after a flicker of his eyes, he beckoned to Wang Shan: "I've decided to open a cooking class in this tribe. You teach them one last time how to make porridge and cook rice. Once they get used to it, our pots, rice, and pickled vegetables will sell easily."

  Zhao Hongyu's brain turned quickly, in order to sell his own pot and rice as well as pickled vegetables, he decided to let Wang Shan open a cooking class to teach them how to use this pot to make porridge and steamed rice...