These two tribes are very close to the Bangfeng clan.

The settlement location is on the edge of Fengzhu, south of the Fangfeng family, with a straight line distance of more than ten miles.

Fengzhu is just a small lake, and because summer has passed, there are no wind and waves, these two tribes came directly with canoes and bamboo rafts.

The old man, the leader of the two tribes, was the witch, after explaining some things to his tribe, was taken into the tribe by the tribe leader.

The remaining tribe members started trading directly by the river.

Ye Qing was puzzled, didn’t he say that the customer was God? People came to trade through mountains and rivers, and no matter how they wanted to let others go to the tribe to sit and drink water, why did they start trading like this?

The people in charge of the transactions of Fangfeng's family are A Zi, A Lian and A Yi.

Ayi is the seven-year-old girl who wants to make clothes for her two younger brothers.

Now the tribe's loom and the weaving cloth are managed by the three of them. Naturally, they are inseparable from them if they want to trade cloth.

And there were a few strong guys who helped them.

This was specially selected by the patriarch from the tribe.

Why?

There is no scale for trading now. The transaction price set by the patriarch is: a piece of cloth with the same length and width as the cloth, that is, a piece of cloth with a maximum weight of hemp fiber that someone can lift.

In this case, of course, we need to find strong people from the tribe to measure whether the other party's hemp fiber is enough.

A Zi put her hips on her chest, and was arrogant and loudly scolding the person in charge of the transaction of the tribe:

"Your bundle of hemp is too light, not enough to replace our cloth!"

The trading clan members of the tribe in front said aggrievedly:

"How could it not be enough? Before we tied it up, several of the strongest people in the tribe tried it, and only one of the strongest tribe members could lift it up!"

"It's not enough. You said that only one tribe can lift it up, but I didn't see it. Look, everyone in our tribe can lift it up. If you take a little bit of it from that bundle, our tribe can lift it up."

The trading tribe members of the opposite tribe were helplessly dismantled some of the hemp fibers from a bundle next to them and put them into the bundle.

Standing among the tribesmen around A Zi, someone came out. He was Sang.

Sang walked forward, lifted the bundle of hemp fibers with both hands.

“Too light, not enough!”

The trading tribe members of the opposite tribe had no choice but to add a little hemp fiber.

“Not enough!”

The tribe members of the opposite trading tribe: "..."

Add it!

Sang directly pushed him away roughly, picked up the whole bundle, piled it on the bundle, then hugged it with both hands, "drink", and he immediately picked up the two bundles of hemp fibers.

The tribe members of the trading tribe opposite were stunned.

This... Originally, two bundles of hemp fiber could be replaced with two pieces of cloth, but now I can only change one piece of cloth?

At the Wangmang Guoji Conference, changing a piece of cloth doesn’t require so much hemp.

He immediately became anxious.

A Zi didn't care about him or she was still a little disgusted, but she didn't say she wanted to add more points and was preparing to reach a deal for a piece of cloth.

Sang said: "Not enough, I can mention more!"

The trading clan members of the opposite tribe almost fainted.

A Lian and A Yi next to each other smiled.

They knew that the weight of the exchange fibers required by the patriarch was not so much.

A Zi glared at them, then reluctantly took off the pile of hemp fibers and traded them with a piece of cloth.

The other party took the cloth with a frown and wanted to say something, but was snatched by A Zi, who was quick to speak, first.

"Don't want to change it? I just don't want to change it, but I've changed it for you. I have no cloth to make clothes. It's not that the patriarch agreed to you to exchange it, so I don't want to exchange it with you!"

When the other party heard this, he immediately became nervous and held the cloth tightly in his hand.

"Switch, change, why don't you change? Keep changing, we still have trouble here!"

He quickly brought two more bundles of hemp fibers over.

A Zi looked at it, but did not ask Sang to lift it up again, and directly gave the other party a piece of cloth.

The other party was stunned for a moment, and then happily took the cloth.

The transaction continued, and soon the other party's hemp fiber transaction was completed.

The other party finally looked at the eight pieces of cloth in his hand and felt something was wrong. He racked his brains to think. Before he came, the tribe members could change more than a dozen pieces of cloth together, but why did there be only eight pieces of cloth in the end? The hemp fibers brought in were filled with ten canoes!

He took eight pieces of cloth back, and he felt that he could not explain to his tribe members.

The tribe members of another tribe were impatient to wait for him, and directly carried two bundles of hemp fibers and squeezed him away.

"It's time for us to change!"

He threw two bundles of hemp fibers on the ground, and reached out to take the cloth from A Zi's hand.

A Zi hid the cloth and said angrily: "Your numb is wet, don't change it!"

He was anxious: "Why don't we change it when we get there? I'm two bundles too, bigger than his two bundles, why don't we change it!"

"Your numbness is wet, don't!"

"It's just that it's wet and dried, but it's still two bundles!"

"Your numbness is wet, don't, why don't you take it back and dry it before you can replace it!"

"Hey, we are the Nanfeng tribe, the Fangfeng brothers tribe. How can you do this? We transported it so far, how could we transport it back again! Even if we dry it and transport it again, it will still be wet. Our tribe only has bamboo rafts and not so many canoes!"

The Nanfeng Tribe's carrier tool is a bamboo raft. The bamboo raft is not waterproof, and all the hemp fibers are soaked in water and are wet.

"Your numbness is wet!"

"Oh, what should we do? Why don't we change three bundles of hemp to one piece of cloth?"

"Your numbness is wet... Well, we wouldn't have changed it if it weren't for the brother tribe!" A Zi agreed reluctantly.

The Nanfeng clan members then exchanged eight pieces of cloth with eight pieces of hemp fibers transported by ten bamboo rafts.

Ye Qing stayed quietly by the side, watching the entire transaction process.

His eyes were so surprised that he was about to fall off.

It's so dark!

What is the weight of a piece of cloth, 1.5x1.5 meters?

Even if the tribe's yarn is a little thicker, the whole piece of cloth will not exceed one pound. The exchange price determined by the patriarch is to exchange for a bundle of hemp and a piece of cloth. If it is estimated that a bundle of hemp fiber is almost a hundred pounds...

One hundred for one!

When A Zi actually exchanges, she will change one by one with two hundred and three hundred!

A Zi turned out to be such a person!

In his eyes, A Zi has become the appearance of some modern people, with the two big words "prodigal businessman" written on his face.

However, I seemed to have discovered another talent.

After the transaction ended, the Fangfeng clan members took Ma away, but the two tribes who were trading were told not to walk around at will, and could only stay by the river and wait for their witch to return.

On the way back to the tribe, Ye Qing praised A Zi:

"A Zi, I didn't expect you to have the talent for trading!"

A Zi was depressed and did not have the joy of successful transactions. She pinched Ye Qing's face unhappily and scolded: "You want to call me sister!"

"Uh, okay, A Zi, how did you think of asking them to exchange more hemp for our cloth?"

A Zi said depressedly: "What? If the patriarch's grandfather had not agreed to them, I wouldn't want to change it!"

Ye Qing said in surprise: "If you don't change it, why are the woven cloth piled up there? Even our tribe members can't use so much of the clothes?"

"Look!"

A Zi looked at Ye Qing suspiciously:

"Are you stupid? Those cloths are neatly arranged in rolls. Look at them, how beautiful it is! If you open the hanging all of them, it is like a thunder made of cloth, how beautiful it is! And it is like the white clouds in the sky, floating, how beautiful it is!"

"These cloths are mine, mine, mine..."

Ye Qing touched his forehead in pain.

It turns out he is a wealthy slave!
Chapter completed!