Building a Civilization and Raising Cubs in the Beast World – Chapter 22

Chapter 22

Even if the backpacks of the Snow Rabbit Tribe are smaller, two backpacks still hold more than eighty bowls of salt. In a place where a backpack of meat only requires two bowls and a head of veal only requires three or four bowls, the purchasing power of two backpacks of salt is amazing. Even if Bai Tu had eight legs, he could not use up so much salt in a short time, so when they set out, he only let Bai Qi carry half a backpack, about twenty bowls.

“Xun, Qi, you two, protect Tu well.” Salt is a valuable item, and a half-back basket is still easy for someone to target. Bai An called Tuxun to follow and help carry things, also for the purpose of protecting it.

Bai Tu did not refuse. After all, he was planning to buy a lot of things, but he didn’t know whether he could buy the seeds he wanted.

On the other side, Langze was lingering beside Langqi: “Brother, I want to follow Bai Tu.”

Langqi glanced at him: “What are you going to do?” To hold back?

“Let’s go see what Bai Tu bought!” Langze said excitedly. He had a feeling that there would be something delicious to eat tonight.

Both tribes only had a little food left, so they would definitely have to buy food from other tribes, and the food from different tribes was different. Langze had not been interested in these things before. After all, no matter how delicious the food was, it would not be as delicious as fresh food after a long journey. But now it is different with Bai Tu here. Langze firmly believes that as long as he follows Bai Tu, there will be delicious food.

Asking is the trust of being a foodie.

Lang Qi looked at his younger brother who did have a good brain at times, was silent for a moment and said: “Go and ask, if he is willing to take you, you can go with him.” It’s time to let his stupid younger brother witness what a real deal is, otherwise he will be cheated someday without knowing it. Maybe no one needs to trick him into a trap, Lang Qi thought silently, he would jump into the trap himself.

Langze, who had no idea what his brother was thinking, only heard the last two words, “I can go with you.” He howled and jumped out, “Bai Tu, I’ll go with you!” ”

Come on.” Bai Tu waved at Langze when he heard that. It must be said that some people are born with a kind of infectiousness, like Langze, whose voice is filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

However, no matter how cheerful the voice was, what needed to be said had to be said: “You are not allowed to talk in the market, you can’t say anything. If you really want to say something, you can only tell me secretly, you can’t tell anyone else.” Orcs are generally naive, but not absolutely. Langze is too naive. I’m afraid he would be sold and still help others count money.

“Okay!” Langze agreed readily, not to get by, nor did he not listen carefully, but Langqi had already said that they could not talk in the market, and Baitu’s requirements were even lower, that is, he just couldn’t tell others, proving that he didn’t have to hold it in all the time! This is much better than following his brother!

It was only when they set out for Langze that they discovered a problem: why was his brother there too?

Langze: “Brother, you want to go too?”

Langqi: “You don’t want me to go?”

Langze hesitated and didn’t say anything, because if he told the truth he might get beaten, and he didn’t want to tell a lie.

Bai An was happy to see it happen. No matter what specific seeds Bai Tu wanted to buy, the more wolf people there were, the safer it would be. Sometimes you don’t need to take action, just having someone to help deter the person is enough. Those orcs who like to steal supplies like to target weak orcs the most, as the probability of successfully stealing supplies is high and they are not likely to be counterattacked.

Bai Tu had no objection. His idea was similar to Bai An’s. Moreover, after getting along with the wolves along the way, he found that the wolf tribe was indeed very reliable companions. There was no need to hide what he wanted to buy. Apart from anything else, the wolf tribe was trustworthy in terms of character and had never done anything to stab anyone in the back.

Langze’s opinion was not taken into consideration. No one else had any objections. After a simple meal, the group set off again. The trip in the morning was mainly to observe the salt-exchanging tribe, and this time I really started to visit from the beginning.

After half a day, the number of people in the market was obviously more than before. Many small salt merchants who had been ignored before were now surrounded by people, but most of them did not bring many supplies. Tribes with less food basically all went to the market together, and they didn’t dare to exchange salt at will. There were many salt-exchanging stalls in this area, and the road was quickly blocked. The few people could only wait for the orcs in front to leave. Fortunately, no one was in a hurry, and Bai Tu began to observe the surroundings.

The price of salt in large salt-exchanging tribes is low, but they only exchange with tribes with abundant food, and they give salt by the basket. These orcs from small tribes or without tribes can only find small stalls with high salt prices. The advantage is that any amount of food can be exchanged, but the disadvantage is that the price of salt is much higher, and the bowl for measuring salt is also smaller.

For example, not far from the entrance to the market, there are three backpacks in front of six or seven orcs who are thinner than the Rabbit Tribe. Inside are the most common barbecued meats in the market. The price offered by the young orc who was setting up a stall in front was too low. He only gave one and a half bowls of salt in a backpack. Several orcs were hesitating.

The young orc was obviously not afraid that they would not change, and sneered: “If you don’t change today, you can only change one bowl tomorrow!”

Hearing this, the youngest orc was obviously tempted. The price of salt would increase as time went on. Although the price did not increase as fast as the other party said, it was definitely not as good as the first day.

The leading orc was in a dilemma. If they really made the exchange, they could only get four and a half bowls of salt with their food, which was not enough for the tribe. If they did not make the exchange, they would arrive at the tribe a day later, and they might get even less tomorrow.

“Hey, they came from so far away, it’s too much of a rip-off to give them one and a half bowls.” A lean middle-aged orc at the stall next to him said, “Come to me to exchange, I’ll give you two bowls.”

Hearing two bowls, several orcs suddenly became excited. The youngest one was about to walk over there, but was stopped by the leading orc: “Which tribe are you from?”

The middle-aged orc: “Yellow Monkey Tribe, we have been exchanging salt here for more than ten years. It’s not easy for you, so I’ll give you more.” The

Yellow Monkey Tribe is a tribe with a good reputation. Upon hearing this, the vigilance on the face of the leading orc disappeared for the most part, and he led several tribesmen over: “We have three backpacks.”

The young orc, whose business was robbed, curled his lips and muttered that if he didn’t want to exchange, then forget it.

Many orcs heard what the middle-aged orc said. Those who originally wanted to go to the young orc’s stall immediately turned around and walked to the side.

A basket of meat and two bowls of salt were indeed tempting. No matter how dissatisfied the young orc was, he could only watch the people around him envy him as the price of salt was not as favorable as others.

When the middle-aged orc saw so many people waiting in front of the stall, he immediately said, “Don’t be anxious. We have a lot of salt in our tribe. Just wait and we will exchange as much as you want.” After that, he began to scoop salt for the few thin orcs, filling a big bowl.

When they saw him take out the bowl, there was another burst of noise around, because the bowl he took was much bigger than those in other stalls!

Hearing the discussions around him, the middle-aged orc suddenly laughed, looking amiable, and asked several young men around him to call over the orcs who were going to exchange salt.

An orc came over with a basket full of meat and said sixty. Bai Tu heard a middle-aged man say that fifteen baskets of meat could be exchanged for one basket of salt. There was no need to exchange the baskets, just a direct exchange.

Bai Tu frowned and looked at the middle-aged orc.

There was some space in front, and Lang Qi was about to move forward when he noticed that Bai Tu on the side had a strange expression on his face. He asked, “What’s wrong?”

Bai Tu whispered, “The ratio is wrong.”

“What’s wrong?”

Bai Tu: “The Yellow Monkey Tribe said that fifteen baskets of meat can be exchanged for one basket of salt, and they don’t exchange baskets reversely. Their baskets are bigger than the baskets for food. This is cheaper than the Tata tribe. Qi said that the Tata tribe has the lowest price of salt.”

The tribes in this area are not salt-producing tribes, but they exchange salt from large salt-exchanging tribes. The ratio is mostly sixteen to twenty baskets for one basket of salt. It is true that there is room for bargaining in the exchange ratio of some tribes, but it will not be too different from this ratio. The salt price here is almost completely transparent.

Changing the backpack without inverting it means skipping the middle step of unifying the backpacks and exchanging them directly. Doing this can save a lot of time, because everyone’s backpacks have gaps. In order to prevent the salt from spilling out, they have to cover them with leaves or animal skins and then pour the salt in. However, the shape of the backpacks is not fixed, and it is very troublesome to pour the salt back and forth. With so many orcs working together today, it took them half a day to load ten backpacks with salt.

The price given by the middle-aged orc couldn’t be more reasonable. It was also much more convenient and faster to measure without using a unified backpack, provided that the difference between the backpacks of the two tribes was not that big. The backpack behind the middle-aged orc was a circle larger than the backpacks used by the orcs who wanted to exchange salt, which means that the actual ratio was far smaller than fifteen to one, which was lower than the prices of large salt-exchanging tribes at the market.

The Tata tribe, a famous tribe that exchanges salt for a low price, is willing to make concessions only on the condition that the food quality is good, and they are not as picky as this stall.

It’s not that they can’t stand honest businessmen, but this is simply unreasonable. Exchanging with large salt-exchanging tribes is equivalent to connecting with manufacturers, and the price is the lowest. The small stalls here are equivalent to wholesale from manufacturers and retail, and the lowest price is the factory price. Otherwise, they will definitely lose money. The middle-aged orcs exchange in this way unless the tribe has too many resources and does it for charity.

Bai Tu didn’t quite believe that there was a tribe that had nothing better to do than to do a business that would lose money, unless there was some hidden secret, so he said a few words when he heard Lang Qi’s question.

He only mentioned the backpack, but Lang Qi obviously understood the meaning. After figuring out the connection, he nodded: “That’s not right.”

Hearing that he agreed with him, Bai Tu became more certain of his guess: “I’m afraid it’s a trap.” But the orc who wanted to exchange salt was obviously attracted by the number fifteen and didn’t realize that there was a problem.

Lang Qi looked at the middle-aged orc, and noticed the almost unconcealable pride in the other’s eyes, and nodded: “That’s right.”

Lang Ze, who was standing next to him, was confused by the conversation between the two and did not dare to speak.

The two tribes had already gone to the back to discuss things. Bai Tu looked at the orc who brought the food, who was a little older than Lang Qi and should be the leader of the tribe. He lovingly put the backpack full of food back on his back.

Lang Qi lowered his eyes, his gaze resting on Bai Tu’s face which was obviously filled with worry. He felt that it was not as comfortable as his usual smile. He suddenly did something and asked in a low voice: “Go and have a look?” Most of the witch doctors he had seen would not take the initiative to help others, even if people from the same tribe were injured or there were not enough supplies. However, the witch doctor of the Rabbit Tribe was, well, amazing.

But there are more than one magical thing, Lang Qi thought, not to mention the various behaviors on the road, just the bargaining with Tagu in the morning was different from other witch doctors. It was the first time he saw such an orc. His behavior was different every day, which always brought people a sense of surprise.

“Will it cause trouble?” Bai Tu asked back. He wanted to find out the problem, but the premise was not to cause trouble for everyone and the tribe.

Lang Qi collected his wandering thoughts and glanced at the orcs who were obviously procrastinating at the stall: “It’s okay, let’s go and take a look.”

With Lang Qi’s assurance, Bai Tu was completely relieved. To be honest, if he didn’t find out the truth today, he would probably keep thinking about it. Exchanging salt is a big deal no matter which tribe it is in. If something goes wrong in the salt exchange, then this tribe will have a particularly difficult time in the next six months.

Several people followed behind the two groups, keeping a distance that allowed them to see where they were going but not to be noticed. The young leader probably just arrived today and did not rest nearby. The tribesmen were all not far from the market.

After checking the food these people brought, the middle-aged orc said something to the young man, then trotted away.

Bai Tu and his companions walked closer. There were quite a few orcs wandering around the market, and they did not stand out. When he walked not far from the young man, Bai Tu patted Bai Qi on the shoulder: “Qi, put the salt down, I’ll check it.”

“Check what?” Bai Qi looked confused.

Langze said anxiously: “Tu, aren’t you going to exchange things?” He didn’t understand why he went into the market and came out again.

Bai Tu raised his voice: “I heard that some orcs stuffed stones under the salt. It looked like salt from above, but in fact it was all stones underneath.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Langze howled: “Isn’t that a lie?!” Langze was shocked. How could there be such a person?

Bai Qi was also surprised, but he didn’t understand why Bai Tu brought it up now, but he didn’t say anything.

Langze’s voice was so loud that half of the people in the nearby tribe were attracted. The young man in the lead looked at the arguing people, seeming to be thinking about something.

The cooperation was good. Bai Tu was very satisfied with Langze’s voice. He nodded and said, “So we have to check whether the salt is adulterated.”

Langze was puzzled: “But–” Didn’t they pour the salt from another backpack? How to mix stones?

Bai Tu was about to say something to him: “Stop talking, put the backpack down quickly and see if there is any problem. Otherwise, the tribe that goes to exchange salt will leave and won’t be able to find them.”

Bai Qi: “Ah?” They’ve checked it, right?

Lang Qi looked at Bai Qi and thought that he was another person like his stupid younger brother.

Bai Qi felt that there was something wrong with the way Lang Qi looked at him. After thinking for a while, it seemed that he had not offended him. When he heard Bai Tu urging him again, he quickly put down the backpack. Forget it, as long as Bai Tu was happy.

Only then did Lang Qi look away with satisfaction.

“Pour the salt into Xun’s backpack,” Bai Tu said, “You shouldn’t have saved trouble by not changing the backpack. It’s safer to use your own backpack.”

Langze:? ? ? Nonsense! Aren’t they all the backpacks of your rabbit tribe? ! Even the wolf tribe is useless.

Langze wanted to ask, but didn’t say it, because the moment he opened his mouth, Langqi quickly raised his hand and covered his mouth.

Bai Tu saw Lang Qi’s actions and admired in his heart that his reaction speed was amazing. He whispered, “Don’t talk, kid.”

Lang Ze blinked: Can you stop talking? Can you let go of your hand? I’m covering my nose and it’s so uncomfortable.

Lang Qi put down his hand only after making sure that he would not say anything nonsense.

After Bai Qi poured all the salt in the backpack into the backpack carried by Tu Xun, Bai Tu lowered his head to take a look, plucked a leaf that was not in the way from the outermost side of the backpack and threw it on the ground: “Look, there are so many leaves underneath. Forget it, it’s a good thing there are no stones. I’ll go back and pick them slowly.”

Lang Qi nodded and said seriously: “Yes.”

Lang Ze:? ? ? What are you doing?

Bai Qi and Tu Xun looked at each other and felt that something was wrong, but they couldn’t tell what was wrong.