Mountains and giant beasts, cabins in the woods

the next day.

Liu Xingmo got up, ate, practiced meditation, and fed the livestock.

Afterward, he loaded the wooden box full of medicine onto a cart, had three rhinoceros beetles pull it, and set off into the streets of Midtown.

The 21 jars of medicine were divided into 525 bottles, which were to be sold today, but not to individuals, but wholesale to caravans.

According to the plan, Mushroom Fortress would be responsible for the central city, while South Village, North Village, and West Town would each be assigned a caravan to manage them. As for East Town, it was not a target market and had to be abandoned.

Liu Xingmo's first stop was the White Horse Caravan's encampment.

This is a spacious courtyard on the edge of town, with warehouses of all sizes built inside, and even a stable for the tall and majestic horses to rest.

The horse, carefully fed, was nearly twenty meters tall. Beneath its smooth, glossy coat were large muscles, and its round, muscular thighs contained explosive power.

Caravan members, carrying bags and goods, walked up and down the scaffolding stairs, moving in and out of the mobile cargo boxes carried by horses; everyone was very busy.

The White Horse Caravan primarily engages in ground transportation and trades with surrounding powers, especially the Yin Kingdom, which is renowned for its swordsmanship and alchemy.

At the entrance to the camp, a civet cat, who was guarding the gate, crawled out and asked, "Young man, who are you looking for?"

"I'm here today to deliver medicine, which is part of a business deal I discussed with Tie Shengcai," Liu Xingmo replied.

"Making money? Oh." The civet cat climbed to the side of the cart, stretched out its nose and sniffed, "This smell is not simple... Although it is not a spiritual medicine, it can faintly stimulate blood energy."

"That's right, our Mushroom Brand Blood Qi Potion is a godsend for all first-tier cultivators!" Liu Xingmo boasted for a while, then took out a bamboo tube and handed it to the civet cat in front of him, "Instructor, why don't you give it a try?"

"Then I'll give it a try." The furry paws picked up the small bamboo tube, and the tips of the paws deftly pried off the cork.

The civet cat tilted its head back and poured the red liquid into its mouth.

Its long, red tongue licked its sharp teeth, and it shook its head, saying, "Oh dear! How did that brat Tie Shengcai get such a great deal!"

"Teacher, our medicine is pretty good, isn't it?" Liu Xingmo pointed to the rows of bamboo bottles in the wooden box. "Each bottle costs 1 yuan. You can sell them for 8 yuan each and make a profit."

"Great products! With low profit margins and high sales volume, we can all make a fortune." The civet cat took off the cloth bag on its back, pulled out a money pouch, and asked, "How much is this batch of goods worth? I'll cover the cost in advance."

"100 bottles, 180 yuan."

"Young man, I don't know what that kid Shengcai told you." The civet narrowed its eyes, its black and white striped pointed head revealing a sly smile. "How about this, I'll offer you 1.9 yuan per bottle. Sell all your potions to our White Horse Caravan. Other caravans won't offer that much."

"Excuse me, I need to speak with the Wild Goose Caravan and the Bone Sturgeon Caravan about some things. They're responsible for selling the potion to South Village and North Village."

"Those scrawny birds and water ghosts? Their trade routes are definitely different from ours." The civet gritted its teeth regretfully, and finally handed over one silver coin and nine copper coins. "Alright, that'll be enough."

Liu Xingmo unloaded two wooden crates and left a piece of white paper: "I have another order for raw materials for medicine. Please deliver them in the morning."

"Don't worry, quality and quantity are guaranteed. Let Tie Shengcai take care of it. If you change your mind someday, you can become our caravan's exclusive supplier."

……

A business deal was successfully completed.

Liu Xingmo drove the insect-shaped vehicle away from the White Horse Caravan's encampment.

Next stop, the Hongyan caravan's camp.

Houses of all sizes were also built on the tall trees at the foot of the mountain on the outskirts of the town.

You could say that the tree is the mountain, and the branch is the road.

Houses and buildings are nestled among green leaves, tiny figures walk on ropeways woven from vines, and birds rest in cages perched on branches.

The Wild Goose Caravan specializes in air transport and trades with distant powers, selling a variety of precious and lightweight goods.

Liu Xingmo parked the car under the tree, picked up two boxes, and walked up the tree.

The tall camphor tree branches out with countless thick branches, and clusters of emerald green leaves block out the sun, with only glimmers of light shining through the gaps in the canopy.

Staircases and cable cars wind and twist among the tree branches. Small people and large birds bustle in and out of the wooden house.

Following the signs on the tree branches, Liu Xingmo tried to find the caravan reception area.

"Isn't this Xiao Mo?" A gentle male voice suddenly rang out.

Liu Xingmo turned around and laughed, "Uncle Bai!"

The speaker was a friend of the deceased parents, whom they had met once before during the Great Hunt.

"What brings you here? And what are you carrying?" Uncle Bai waved and invited him into the treehouse.

They went inside and sat down.

Liu Xingmo put down the box and opened it, revealing rows of medicine bottles: "Isn't my wife an alchemist? She produced another batch of medicine, which I'm selling to you."

"Oh dear! You child, we're all family here, why are you being so formal? Your father is a member of the caravan, just make yourself at home."

"Then take a look at the goods first." Liu Xingmo handed over a medicine bottle.

Uncle Bai looked the small bamboo bottle up and down, then pulled out the stopper and drank it all in one gulp.

He closed his eyes and remained silent for a while, a slight blush returning to his cheeks.

He suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils flashing with a sharp light.

"Great, really great!" the man exclaimed without reservation.

Merchants from Black Dragon Village are adept at judging the quality of medicines. The value of a medicine like Blood Qi Potion, which is extremely suitable for those with first-tier strength, is self-evident.

"If you think it's good, then it's fine." Liu Xingmo pointed to two boxes. "A total of 100 bottles, 1.8 yuan per bottle. Is that a good deal?"

"At this price, selling it for two yuan a bottle shouldn't be a problem. Let's do it that way! Xiao Mo, how much stock do you have?" Uncle Bai looked at Liu Xingmo with eager eyes.

"When we started production, we sold about 50 bottles a day. I sold the rest myself from a stall."

Uncle Bai nodded: "More than 50 bottles a day, not bad. Most alchemists can only produce that many at most."

"Hahaha..." Liu Xingmo chuckled awkwardly.

With his wife advancing to the second rank and the application of science and technology, he is no ordinary alchemist.

He continued, "Uncle Bai, I have my own plans for selling this medicine. You can sell it in Nan Village, and I'll figure out how to sell it in the rest of the place."

"You're such a diligent child! Why don't you just join our caravan?"

"I'd like to...sigh!" Liu Xingmo sighed, "Unfortunately, I'm swamped with all sorts of things and have no free time at all."

"Alright then." Uncle Bai smiled kindly. "When you've had enough of this little village and want to ride a bird over the mountains and rivers to see the world beyond the city walls, come find me again."

"Yes, I understand."

Uncle Bai raised the purchase price and offered 190 yuan.

The transaction was successfully completed at the Hongyan caravan's base.