William's description of Artido's future leads Artido to yearn for it.

Artio can foresee that if it is really like William said, his people find him and can start trading smoothly, it will be a great benefit to the Mohican tribe.

One is not to continue to be subject to the "white skin" of the oppression.

Secondly, is the sharp iron ax, and see, the Mohican tribe's combat power can immediately enhance a large section.

However, this has to be built on a premise, that is, William's tribe's people, to be able to find him. If they can't find him, then all this will be a mirrored fantasy.

"Can you be sure that your people will find you?" Artido expressed some concern about this.

William smiled and replied, "Don't worry, I'll go to the east after your father wakes up. Maybe my people have already landed there, our trade will be able to start normally.

William said so, but in his heart, he thought: the reason why I want to fool you so, is not for not exposing the time and space trader? After all, so many all at once appearing in my body, will certainly cause some unnecessary suspicion ah.

But as long as I can establish my stronghold at the eastern seaside, then everything will be fine.

These words, of course, William will not say to Artido.

This is his secret.

Seeing that William was so determined, Artido did not ask any more questions.

He picked up the wooden bowl William gave him and handed it to Oliver to give me another bowl of congee with two extra packets of squash!

To be honest, so far Artido has only eaten one and a half full, this is really too good.

Looking at Artido, who was eating "gently" beside him, a plan for the trade was slowly forming in William's mind.

In the 21st century, William would have been a senior executive in a Fortune 500 company. Although he is a management-level person but is always more knowledgeable.

He is no stranger to the business world.

What's more, he is in the era of the information age explosion, all kinds of business information and models he is also familiar.

The 13,000-odd people of the Mohican tribe, in his opinion, are a very large market. If we can let them develop a habit, then they will be able to completely dominate their lives.

And this would bring huge benefits.

So, all William has to do now is to sell the iron pots and rice and squash.

At the very least, they should get into the habit of drinking porridge in the morning, so that the vegetables won't have to be sold.

"Artido, you? Every morning, a few bowls of white porridge with squash can make your day full of energy. William is like a big wolf wagging his tail, while Artido is a simple, innocent rabbit. "Of course, according to personal taste, you can choose to cut up some meat and cook it together, I think your people will like this kind of food.

Artido swallowed the food in his mouth and nodded his head, "No, you're right, everyone will love this kind of food. I think no one will refuse such a delicious food, I can not leave. I can't live without it," he said, agreeing with William on this point.

"Before I met you, our tribe was all about meat, or else it was all about corn and potatoes. I was tired of eating the same old food," he said. Artido was disgusted by the food he ate every day.

William understands Artido's reaction, after all, if he eats the same food all year round, he will get bored of it.

Besides, there is no seasoning nowadays.

Meat in addition to grilled there is no other way to cook, simply monotonous can.

And corn or potatoes, there is only one way to cook, that is boiled ......

Not only the American continent Indians, but even the seemingly developed Europe is also the same.

No matter what the food is, it is put into a pot and cooked. The final result, the food looks like pig food.

It would have been nice to have MSG or oil, which are necessary for everyday life, and to have oil to teach them how to fry.

Unfortunately, William's time trader, there is no MSG and oil to buy. So he now can not do anything about it, can only in the heart of a silent sigh.

William but yes, as long as we can let the people of the Mohican tribe, every day fry with oil to put MSG. Then the profits will be endless ......

Alas, not to mention the oil and MSG, now he can not even buy salt.

William looked around and asked after the usual food you are using cooking utensils?

Cooking utensils?

Artido was stumped, he didn't know what that meant.

"Oh, that's what you use when you make food. Seeing Artido's dumbfounded expression, William reacted immediately.

Artido put down the wooden bowl in his hand and walked to the other side of the tent, rummaged around in the middle of a pile of skins, and then took a small cooking pot of sorts and walked away.

The black-hearted "white skins" are actually exchanging me for five bear skins for this piece of shit.

Well, it's really black-hearted.

William heard Artido say so, very serious nodded his head.

He took the pot and looked at it, then put it on the ground.

I thought it was good, but it's actually a poor quality iron pot, and the same size as the modern boiling milk kind of boiling pot actually exchange for five bear skin, these European turncoats are really too black-hearted.

Even if you want to change, you should also come to change ah.

William is in the heart of the broken up.

Although no bearskin in the space-time trader can sell prices, five bearskins are also worth more than a poor quality iron pot.

This profitable sale is not encountered.

But now well, since it came, then the future of the business of the white skins or monopoly good.

William's consciousness was so high that he decided to help the Indians to get out of the clutches of the European turncoats and stop making them so "hot and cold".

"Look at my pot," William asked Artido, pointing to the iron pot he was cooking porridge in, and Artido replied with an envious look that the pot was very good, especially because it was big. It's much thicker than the white pots, and won't break so easily.

Yes, William's iron pot is the kind of black iron frying pan you often see in the countryside. It is much smaller than the one used in the cafeteria, but it is enough to cook for six people at once, and it is thick enough not to break easily.

This is the most valuable point.

After all, it is a product of the 21st century, even if it is a poor quality iron product, the quality is much better than that of Europe in this era.

On the contrary, the pots that the "white skins" traded with the Indians had thin iron. They were also small and could not cook much food at once, which made many Indians angry.

For this reason, they had to buy a few pots for each family. In this way, can be considered a bargain for the European turncoats, in the process of the fur trade, so that they earn a lot of money.

But who let the Indians not have the technology to make iron, so they were beaten to death by the European turkeys.

With William and Artido's casual conversation, he got a lot of information.

At the same time, he had a good idea of the "price" situation in the area.

According to Artido, in their tribe, there were less than 100 warriors who had iron weapons. The rest of the warriors, still use wooden or stone weapons.

This is good news for William.

"Don't worry, I have enough iron weapons to supply you in the future. And for the sake of it, I will give you a cheaper price on top of the 50 beaver skins, just 30 beaver skins.

William pretended to be generous and made a guarantee to Artido.

In fact, his heart was dripping with blood.

However, to obtain the protection and support, and friendship of the Mohican tribe, sometimes it is still appropriate to show.

Anyway, the price of thirty beaver pelts, for William to speak is also considered a super profit.

The price of thirty beaver pelts was more than $8,000 when sold to the trader. But an inferior ax of pig iron is how much money ...... area of 30 or 40 dollars only.

This is not profiteering, then also considered profiteering.

Artido is excited beyond words, in his eyes, William is simply the incarnation of God.

"Of course, I hope that when your father wakes up, I will ask for your help in the Eastern Seaboard. William made a "small" request with some embarrassment.

Compared to the Dutchman who bought Manhattan Island at 24 miles, I'm already a saint.

Although the tactics were a bit unorthodox, William was comforted in his heart.

"Don't worry, my father will agree. After all, it's too good for us, and it's a shame that we've given you so little in return. Artido bowed his head in shame, feeling that William had suffered a great loss, while the Mohican tribe had taken great advantage.

What a simpleton, don't they have a little concept of land?

William lamented in his heart.

No wonder the large Indian population would end up in such a state hundreds of years later.

And Artido at this moment also ignored a thing, that is, William now made these guarantees are some verbal guarantees.

A deal that has not yet materialized.

Ghosts of his 'people', to find him when it comes.