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Chapter 287 The Small Town by the Forest Sea
"What animal is that?"

"buffalo."

"Are you kidding me?"

"Do you have a woman?"

……

Frederick has become acquainted with the captain who sailed for him in the past few days. That guy used to be a pirate, and he has become unscrupulous in his speech.

It's just that Frederick was a little speechless when he looked at the animals basking in the sun after rolling in the mud pond on the shore.

Their snouts are indeed a bit like cows, but the platypus body is as big as a manatee, two or three meters long, smooth, gray skin looks tough, short limbs, webbed feet, short and wide The tail looks very capable of paddling.

At this time, a boat passed by on the other side of the river. The boat was similar to the black-covered boat that Lu Xun used when he went to see the opera, except that the bow of the boat was covered with two buffaloes. A boatman steered the boat like a carriage, and the speed was faster than walking. Much faster.

Frederick could only lament how wonderful the world is.

The cages on that boat were filled with palm-sized birds, with colorful and bright feathers and different voices.

When the captain saw it, he sighed, "My good fellow, that boatload of birds is enough to exchange ten boatloads of salt for us."

Frederick said helplessly, "It's not us who raised the price up."

One of the impacts of the opening of the Wessen State Zoo is the development of animal trade. Now any noble or businessman in Wessen State does not have one or two rare birds in his home, and he is ashamed to invite guests to his home to play.

As a result, several chicken farms in Wessen State saw the opportunity to start raising birds, and the starting salary of the graduates of Wessen State University who majored in bird breeding doubled at once.

The captain said to Frederick: "If it weren't for the missing part of my leg, I would have gone to the forest to catch birds."

While talking, the steam paddle boat began to dock.

This is the wharf of a small town on the edge of the forest. It is not small and looks very lively.

At first, the tax collector came up with his nostrils upside down to collect taxes. The captain pulled up his sleeves and showed him the shark tattoo on his arm, and the cargo was exempt from tax.

Frederick asked curiously: "What's the matter, can it be tax-exempted?"

The captain replied with a smile: "We can exempt from taxes wherever the ship can go."

Frederick gave him a thumbs up.

The next thing was to be busy, the captain directed the sailors to help contact the warehouses and stalls, and inquire about prices.

In the coastal areas of the Kush Kingdom, sea salt is slightly cheaper than wheat of equal weight, and it can be sold for at least five times the price here.The fur here is quite cheap, and if it is pulled to the coast, it will be seven or eight times the price.

So Frederick disembarked here, and they also wanted to take some goods back along the way.

That night, Frederick treated the captain and crew to a two-meter-long grilled python at the restaurant that was said to be the best in the town.

These men felt that the Duke of Wesson could be dealt with, so they left some weapons imported from Wessen State for him before leaving the next day.

Yesterday the captain helped Frederick find half a shop selling salt in the commercial street of the town, and next to it was a shop selling linen.

The owner of the cloth seller was quite talkative, and sat chatting with Frederick under the awning in front of the store.

"The best cloth in the forest is spider silk cloth." The cloth boss said, "Don't look at the ugly spiders, their silk is scalded in hot water, and it is light and elastic, but it is not easy to dye."

As he spoke, he asked his wife to show Frederick a piece of spider silk cloth. The snow-white cloth was very elastic and smooth.

At this time, a group of people came over, the leader was a thin middle-aged man in linen clothes, with seven beautiful feathers stuck on the chest of his clothes.

The middle-aged man was followed by a dozen or so people pushing carts. These people were very thin and wore clothes and skirts made of torn sackcloth, leaves, and plastic slime bags.

The man brought a bolt of spider silk cloth, and after haggling with the cloth owner in the accented Kush Kingdom language, exchanged it for twenty bolts of linen.

He saw that Frederick was selling salt here, so he returned more than half of the linen to the cloth owner, who asked the cloth owner to give the money to Frederick, and then went to the opposite side to pull the medicinal materials owner to exchange the medicinal materials on his trolley for money, and that was it. Bought several large bags of 50kg of salt.

After the guests left, Boss Bo said to Frederick very seriously: "The man just now is the king."

"Ah?!" Frederick was taken aback, "Just like him?"

"That's right!" Boss Bo said with a smile, "There are 2000 people in his country!"

Frederick shook his head with a smile. It turned out to be King of the Mountain.

Boss Bo continued: "They do what they say in their own country, but they have to be obedient in the town, otherwise they don't expect to buy anything."

Frederick could only smile and shook his head.

Boss Bu continued: "You saw the feather on his chest just now. For every 300 people in their country, the king can insert a feather. This is a symbol of national power."

Frederick thought about it. The data obtained after last year's census in Wessen State was that the local population and the permanent resident population of foreigners totaled about 45, which means that 1500 feathers can be inserted into his chest.

The picture is too beautiful to imagine.

After a few words, an earl with three feathers on his chest pulled the fur owner across the street over. The earl wanted to buy [-] kilograms of salt.

After the business was over, Frederick asked Boss Bu: "Do those noble gentlemen have no money?"

Boss Bu shook his head and said, "Why do they want money? They can get food and drink from the fields and forests in the woods, so they come out to buy something."

Frederick nodded, and asked again, "What is the most profitable thing to sell here?"

Boss Bu said, "Of course it's the Wesson gun from Wessen State, but it's the business of the royal family, so we can't touch it."

Frederick asked again: "What about the least profitable?"

Boss Bo laughed, pointed to a shop at the end of the street and said, "That's the bookstore over there."

Then he said disdainfully: "Where those savages know how to read books, that bookstore can't sell a single book. But now they are rented out to us and people from other places to pass the time, and they can't starve to death."

Frederick shook his head helplessly.

At this time, a group of men with spears on their backs and a few magicians passed by. They all looked like very tough fighters.

Frederick asked, and Boss Bu said, "They are all monster hunters, and they plan to go into the woods to hunt monsters in the rainy season just like you."

The team stopped to communicate for a while, and then came to ask Frederick if the salt was sold loose.

Frederick's salt here is 250 grams in a pack, a big pack of 50 kg, and I unpacked a big pack and gave them some. I took the opportunity to invite them to drink at night and ask them about the monsters in the forest.

Those monster hunters saw that Frederick was from the north and he was single-handed. He was here to practice and not to grab business, so he readily agreed.

Seeing that it was almost noon, a group of people came, and the leader, the queen, asked Frederick, "How much salt do you have? If it's not too much, I'll take it all."

Frederick smiled and said, "I still have more than ten tons in my warehouse."

"I want it all," said the queen, "I have gold coins."

(End of this chapter)