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Chapter 111 Werewolves weaving

The town gate opened and Adrian respectfully invited everyone to enter the town.

Seeing that he was as obedient as a quail, Zhang Jingyi couldn't help but laugh in his heart, and whispered to Ace: "Father, you are obviously a priest of the Dark Church, why do you seem so familiar with the Light Church's tricks?"

Ace whispered, "Baldur, the god of light, and Hodr, the god of darkness, are twin brothers in mythology. The Bible of Light and the Bible of Darkness are also twin brothers, and can be said to be exactly the same. As long as the God of Light and the God of Darkness in the Bible are both referred to as 'God', then the two Bibles will become exactly the same."

Zhang Jingyi exclaimed, and after thinking carefully, he realized that when Ace spoke just now, he did not say "God of Light", but only said the word "God".

What he actually said was the Bible of darkness, but to Adrian it sounded like the Bible of light.

Does this count as blasphemy? Probably, perhaps, probably not?

Ace said: "So, it is very easy for me to disguise myself as a priest of the Holy See of Light."

Zhang Jingyi: "According to what you said, wouldn't it be easy for the people of the Light Church to disguise themselves as the people of the Dark Church?"

Ace sighed and said, "Yes, it is very easy, but they disdain to do so and even feel ashamed of it. Deep down in their hearts, they feel that light is 100 million times greater than darkness."

Zhang Jingyi spread his hands: "Is light really greater than darkness? I don't think so! Where there is light, there must be darkness. Light and darkness are relative to each other. There is no such thing as one being greater than the other. The sun is so powerful, but it can only illuminate half of the earth."

Ace was delighted: "A person with such great insight like you also thinks that light and darkness are equal? ​​That's great. In fact, our Dark Church has never thought that we are greater than the Light Church. We are a polytheistic sect and can accept other sects to coexist with us. Only the Light Church is bent on saying that other gods are worthless and trampling all gods underfoot. Alas."

Zhang Jingyi: "Was it like this sixteen years ago?"

Ace shook his head and sighed, "It wasn't like this sixteen years ago. At that time, we were as close as twin brothers. I also made friends with the priests of the Holy See of Light and often discussed the Bible with them. It wasn't until Ugumantai came to power that everything changed."

Zhang Jingyi chuckled and thought to himself: As expected!
As they were talking, Adrian had already brought them to the center of the town, where there was a small commercial street with various shops on both sides of the street.

Sevi quickly called the werewolves to pull the sled to the corner, then transformed back into human form, unloaded all the linen on the sled, and started to set up the stall...

When he did this, Ace and Zhang Jingyi both laughed: "Werewolves really don't know how to do business."

Sevy: “Isn’t it right to sell it at a stall?”

Zhang Jingyi: "If you only have a few pieces of cloth, it would be fine to set up a street stall to sell them, but you transported four trucks of cloth here. There is no point in setting up a street stall. You can only find a local merchant and sell them to him wholesale at a low price."

Sevi: "Ah? Low price? No way!"

Zhang Jingyi pointed to a shop selling cloth and making clothes nearby and said, "Let's go and talk to that shop."

The two men went into the store and saw that there were not many cloths inside, mainly two kinds, linen and cotton, and there were only two or three rolls, looking pitiful.

It was obvious that the humans in this border town were not wealthy either.

Cloth was an expensive commodity in that era, and cloth shops in border towns did not dare to import much.

Zhang Jingyi waved at the boss and said with a smile: "Boss, I want to ask, you don't produce cloth here, right? I see there is no flax or cotton planted around this town." The boss nodded: "Yes, this town doesn't grow flax or cotton, and doesn't produce cloth! Although there is wild flax in the forest, we usually don't go in to pick it. It's too dangerous. It's not worth risking our lives for some flax."

Zhang Jingyi: "Then where do you get the linen in your store from?"

The boss said: "There is a big city a hundred miles east of here. There are textile workshops there. It is not easy for me to buy some goods. So if you want to buy cloth, don't complain about the high price! If you think it is too expensive, just go a hundred miles to buy it yourself."

Zhang Jingyi smiled and said, "It's not too expensive! Do the workshops in big cities have a large output?"

The boss said: "The output is not much. Anyway, it is not enough for the whole city. Many poor people have no money to buy clothes. There are many poor families who only have one set of clothes. Whoever goes out wears clothes, and everyone at home is naked."

After hearing this, Zhang Jingyi understood. This was great. This world was not off track. It was very similar to the Middle Ages in his own world. Cloth was very expensive and poor families could not afford it at all.

前不久他还查了欧洲中世纪资料，1419年，伦敦绸布商威廉·普兰提斯卖给汉普郡商人约翰·卡奈尔15匹佛兰德尔的亚麻布，价值4英镑5先令5便士。非常的昂贵！（1英磅略等于3.33两白银，对应异世界3.33枚银币。）
Although this is a different world and not exactly the Middle Ages in history, the price system is not much different.

Zhang Jingyi laughed and said, "Boss, I have brought you an opportunity to make a fortune."

The boss asked curiously, "What opportunity?"

Zhang Jingyi: "Cloth, a lot of linen, at a very cheap price. Not only can you make money from the local townspeople, you can even ship it to the big city you mentioned and make money from the people in the big city."

boss:"???"

Although they are doubtful, businessmen hear that there is money to be made, so they want to hear it clearly even if they are doubtful.

Zhang Jingyi: "I have four carts of linen, and I can produce more in the future. I will send it to you continuously. You can sell it to big cities continuously..."

"How many did you say?" The boss was shocked: "Four cars?"

Zhang Jingyi smiled: "Four cars, piled up on the street outside."

The boss didn't believe it. This wasn't one of those bustling cities in Middle-earth. It was just a small town on the western border of the kingdom, next to which was the Western Forest, where no decent person would dare to step foot. Lord Adrian wanted to do something great all day long and leave this godforsaken place.

Four cartloads of linen here? What nonsense!
Zhang Jingyi led him out of the store and pointed to four carts of linen piled on the corner of the street: "Look, four carts! Four full carts."

The boss took a closer look and said, "Shit, there are really four cars? So many? How did they come from?"

Zhang Jingyi pointed at the werewolves: "Weaved by werewolves."

"Shh!" The boss turned around and glanced at the silly-looking werewolves: "This is impossible!"

"Hey! Who are you looking down on?" A young werewolf widened his eyes, his amber eyes full of indignation: "My grandmother wove it herself, every linen thread is hers."

(End of this chapter)