There can't be a Harvest Moon in the RimWorld.

Having been reprimanded by me earlier, Bauer was now trying his best to maintain a proper attitude. Seeing Mr. Baqir's enthusiastic expression, he knew business was on the horizon and quickly stepped forward to ask, "Sir, would you like some berries?"

"purchase!"

"Okay, there's not much here. I'll pack it up for you forty yuan, or do you want to buy as much as you want and I'll weigh it by weight!"

Mr. Baqir smacked his lips, fumbled around for a while, and then took out nine large coins from his pocket.

"We don't need that many..."

I only felt strange sounds of suona and erhu rising one after the other.

"Please pick out these small red berries from inside and weigh them. Remember, only these are needed, nothing else. Then please pack them up for me. Oh, and remember to give me my change..."

"...Are you here just to make fun of me?!"

This plot isn't right!

Good heavens, if I hadn't stopped them in time, they almost had a fight. In the end, Mrs. Anna couldn't stand it anymore and bought all the berries. Then Mr. Buckier went home happily to sort the berries as if nothing had happened.

Although Mrs. Anna argues with her husband every day and always persecutes him financially, she is probably the one who understands and tolerates Mr. Baqir the most.

Having resolved yet another dispute, I feel the sheriff's badge on my chest shines even brighter!

Back at the transaction notary office she had set up for herself, Lin dutifully remained at her post, even though no one had yet come to register the transaction information.

"Lin, not a single sale? Why don't you go and browse around? I'll keep an eye on things here."

Lin nodded emphatically, "Okay, then I'll go see if Popli needs any help!"

As more people participated in the harvest festival, I assigned several girls who were willing to help to different positions.

Lynn helped me with the record-keeping at the trading post, Ellie served as the emergency medical personnel, Karen and Jay worked together to maintain market order, Poppy was in charge of guiding people, and Mary was responsible for using her advantages to hide in the crowd and report illegal activities...

Except for the last one, which seems a bit unreliable, I think the other arrangements are perfect.

"Please register me. Three high-quality steel ingots in exchange for a jacket."

An outrageous deal has occurred!

When I looked up, I saw Franky's smiling face.

I said suspiciously, "Three pieces of steel for a tattered jacket? Is the stitching on your jacket made of gold, or are the buttons made of gold?"

"If the customer insists on buying it, there's nothing I can do."

Franky pointed, and I looked in the direction he was pointing. The other party in the transaction was Gray, who was wearing bandages and admiring a jacket.

"Grey, you spendthrift brat, you bought this! I think your grandpa will eventually pull out your spine and turn you into a tiger amber."

I stepped forward, snatched the jacket, and began checking its item properties panel.

【Item Name: Bulletproof Jacket (General)】

[Item Description: A tough fabric jacket fully covered in armor plates. While not as comprehensive as full-body armor, it provides excellent protection while maintaining comfort. Handle with care.]

[Durability: 200/200]

Market Value: 290 Silver

Physical weight: 7.00 kg

Workload (production): 234

[Clothing level: Outerwear]

[Clothing coverage: torso, neck, left shoulder, left arm, right shoulder, right arm]

[Armor - Weapon: 40%]

[Armor - Blunt Weapons: 8%]

[Armor - Thermal Energy: 10%]

[Insulation - Cold Weather: 14.4 degrees Celsius]

[Insulation - Hot: 3.0 degrees Celsius]

Movement Speed: -0.12

From a manufacturing perspective, this bulletproof jacket has no advantage in terms of weight—after all, the Brown Pool tribe could not have developed Kevlar fiber and boron carbide ceramic bulletproof technology to manufacture lightweight equipment—but the garment is perfectly integrated in appearance, making it impossible to tell that it has any bulletproof effect.

"Boss, look, anyone who sees clothes like these would want to buy them!"

Sorry, only you would do that.

Seriously, Gray, are you stupid? Buying a 14-pound jacket for bulletproof protection?

Wearing these, you could practically challenge the World Martial Arts Tournament!

"Didn't I just confiscate all the weapons you were hiding? How come you still have one? One suit of armor is worth three crossbows, and three suits of armor can take you to the underworld, you know that?"

I questioned Frankie first.

Franky remained innocent, saying, "It's not my fault, sir. I was wearing it perfectly fine, but this young man insisted on buying it. As a traveling merchant, it's perfectly reasonable for me to wear a bulletproof vest in public, isn't it?"

What you said makes so much sense, I'm speechless.

"You want to buy it for research?" I turned to ask Gray.

Gray nodded: "It will be a great help. The armor upgrade will need this body armor as a reference!"

Realizing that the business couldn't be broken up, I agreed to register the transaction, thus bringing the first result to the barter list.

Perhaps this was a good omen, for the second and third strokes followed one after another, which I happily recorded one by one.

Once all the records were completed, I discovered that the largest trade transactions were all made by the old men. While the town's residents were purchasing supplies from the Brownpool tribe, the two old men from Mineral Town demonstrated considerable commercial competitiveness, almost reversing the trade deficit.

On the contrary, Mr. Dick, who arrived full of confidence, only sold a few barrels of wine a day because the wine was not as attractive to them as the strong and pungent tequila, which made Mr. Dick angry and call it vulgar.

For example, Bertholdt secretly instructed people to order a batch of axes, sickles, and hammers from the blacksmith's shop in Sebala, and it is said that he also intended to order a textile processing machine.

The second best-selling item was the livestock from Yudel Ranch, run by another old man in town, Muqi.

Although the animals in the edge world are diverse, most of them are wild and untamed. The few docile and tamable alpacas, yaks, and camels are mostly used as pack animals and do not have much economic value.

The excellent breeds cultivated by old man Muqi, whether dairy cows or sheep, were of superb quality and had high economic value. Berthold's eyes lit up instantly, and he took his people to the ranch for a long time. On the spot, he ordered ten pairs of dairy cows and sheep, male and female, to take back and see how they were bred.

I have to say, no wonder this ranch is competitive even in the Federation. My mineral ranch still has a long way to go...

Strangely, the old men who made the deal all contacted me privately afterward, inquiring about each other's backgrounds in different ways, as if they were somewhat wary.

Mookie laughed heartily and asked me where I'd made this friend despite the age difference. Sebala secretly told me to be careful of him and stay away if a fight broke out. Bertholdt, on the other hand, asked me directly what the two of them did for a living.

I don't understand this at all, especially Bertholdt, that old cunning bastard, who would actually be afraid of an old man in a small town?

Following closely behind in the ranking of supplies were wines from Boss Dick's winery and energizers and recovery potions brought by Dr. Dort for testing.

One of the strange things is that after selling the drug, Dr. Dort had a very in-depth discussion with Gogoias about the drug's effects and dosage, almost to the point of grabbing a patient for an experiment on the spot.

Later I learned that Gogeias, this unassuming old man, was originally a rather famous addiction doctor in the Great River tribe. While treating patients, he would prescribe some drugs that made people "unable to stop". In the end, he was reported by the tribe's witch doctor for engaging in suspicious research and fled overnight, which is why he came to Bertholdt for help.

Indeed, it is among those in the same industry who harbor the most naked hatred.

The first day of trading went very smoothly, and the items were sold out before 3 p.m., with only a few less popular items remaining on the shelves.

“Marcus, don’t be too discouraged. At least everyone got what they wanted.”

Thomas the Tank Engine arrived dressed in a formal red suit, its plump body taut like a hoof, trying to comfort me.

"It's clear how hard you've worked. The town hasn't had a festival like this in a long time."

Okay, the percentage of "unpopular" is a bit high, but I'm still quite satisfied.

The positive value of commerce lies in the exchange of goods and the transportation of products from one place to another, rather than focusing solely on chasing price differences. While the variety of goods brought by the Brown Pond tribe may be somewhat outrageous, the overall scale has still been established. Both sides simply need to continue to work together and adapt, and eventually a decent market will form.

Look, over there, Boss Jeff is already excitedly discussing with Gogoias the business of purchasing magical chocolates from the tribe...

Berthold also checked the goods, and finally tallied up the money he had earned. He found that after deducting the deposits paid to Sebala and Muchi, there was still a considerable profit margin, which he then placed in front of me.

“Marcus, are you sure you want to cash out the value of these goods? The Brownpool tribe is in good economic shape right now and can fully afford this loss.”

Bertholdt's meaning was clear: they would cover the losses from this operation, essentially donating the profits from the caravan's goods to charity—he was willing to say this because the goods ordered from Mineral Town had already made up for most of the losses, so it could basically be considered a break-even situation.

But I didn't give in. I snatched the thick stack of banknotes from the table, counted them, and stuffed them into my pocket.

I said bluntly, "Don't worry about me, I'm definitely going to get that money back. As for the corresponding supplies, use the cotton from my ranch to pay for them. Taking them back will be a great help to your garment processing business."

Bertholdt didn't say much, but calculated the exchangeable yield based on a price of five hundred yuan per box, and sent the caravan members to the pasture to harvest the cotton on-site—this joy felt during the harvest process was very much in line with the essence of the harvest festival.

"By the way, Bertholdt, keep these unsold goods; I'll buy them all."

I casually bought all these snow and dust coats that were more practical than aesthetically pleasing, saying, "Pile them up at the port for me, and someone will come to transport them later."

Bertholdt gave me a deep look and confirmed again, "Okay. But are you sure the caravan wants to send a second batch of goods as you said? You know, we can adjust the supply plan and concentrate our manpower on transporting more popular goods, instead of buying everything like we are now."

I confidently stated, "When you have an advantage on the supply side, you don't need to cater to the market; the market will naturally cater to you. Believe me, this approach is beneficial to all of us."

Bertholdt said, puzzled, "But wouldn't it be better if there were both a market and suitable goods?"

I looked at the clouds drifting across the sky and shook my head, saying, "There are many things that are not simply a matter of 1+1=2."

With Zhao Yun and Liu Shan, a combination that could enter and exit seven times even while asleep, wouldn't they grow up to be an emperor for all time?

Before we knew it, it was sunset at the beach again. The clouds, as if they had secretly gotten drunk, turned into rosy clouds that lay on the horizon, and the shadows on Rose Square grew longer and longer.

Seeing that it was getting late, I first greeted the girls who had been busy with me all day, and finally stopped Bertholdt, who was planning to rush back that night, to invite the members of the Brownpool tribe's caravan.

"I've always believed that if you can't catch the sunrise at five or six in the morning, you might as well go and see the sunset at six in the evening. Even though life is busy, don't miss the sunset and the evening glow."

"Don't stay outdoors after dark, and if you're hungry, have a good meal. Life is that simple. The caravan should rest for a bit before setting off again tomorrow. Everyone, come with me to the tavern to celebrate this harvest festival. Tonight, we won't leave until we're drunk!"

Chapter 674 Harvest Festival in Mineral Town (3)

Inside Boss Dart's tavern.

To celebrate the festival, the owner brought out the food he had prepared in advance, giving the hungry idlers a hearty meal. At different times, there were also apple pies, cheesecakes, cookies and other delicacies available, making the festivities last until late at night.

As for drinks, the owner provides an ample supply of wine, ensuring guests' glasses are always full; for girls and children who can't drink, there's also grape juice of a similar color available—the owner really went all out. Under the influence of alcohol, everyone quickly became closer.

But as the saying goes, drinking leads to trouble. As the chief planner of the harvest festival, in order to stay sober enough, I deliberately replaced the wine with grape juice, then raised my glass and cheered with everyone before drinking it all in one gulp.

"Boss, another drink!"

After one round, I went to the bar with a big smile and said to the owner, Dart, "By the way, why didn't you come to Rose Square today?"

Even the usually serious expression on Mr. Dart's face softened involuntarily at this moment.