"I was told by my wizard that you, a distant guest, had saved me, so I am very grateful.

The day went by quickly, and it was early the next morning.

Because of the penicillin, Artido's father finally woke up and looked much better than yesterday.

Seeing Artido's father's condition improve, William was also very happy.

"My father has taught me since I was a child to help others when I can," he said. William responded with a humble bow of his head.

"Your father was great." Artido's father, Samara, looked at William heartily and said. "Listen to me, you need the land in the east by the sea?"

The old patriarch didn't nag. The old patriarch, he did not nag, directly asked the matter just now, directly asked out.

William nodded yes, if you allow, then I want to get the right to use and dominate that land. He answered unhurriedly and without evasion.

Samara closed her eyes, thought about it, and then said, "Yes, we Indians should love each other, and I understand that you need a piece of land for the tribe to recuperate. But, can you really guarantee that your people will be able to find you? When he heard about the trade, he made up his mind to make it happen.

After all, William's side of the price is very fair, compared to the black-hearted "white skin" to be much fairer.

Moreover, if we can do trade, why must we trade with the "white skins"? There is an Indian tribe that can replace the "white skins".

"I can assure you that they will be able to find me at most. William's expression was so serious that it looked as if it was really happening.

Looking at his serious look, Samara also had to him.

"If they find me, then I can let them tell my father and bring in the ones we're going to trade. William's words were solid. "That way, no one will ever have to pay attention to white people again." His words made the tribal elders who came to see Samara in the morning nod their heads.

Yes, if this thing really works out, those "white skins", of course, do not have to pay attention.

Anyway, they are trading axes and pots, since the Indian tribes will make them, and the quality is much better than the white skins', and they are also cheaper.

Of course, they will choose.

At the same time, for the black-hearted "white skin", the elders of the Mohican tribe really hate to the heart.

Then, in front of all the elders of the tribe, Samara agreed to transfer all the land in the eastern seaside area of New York to William, and thus the area that would become the most prosperous city in America became William's possession.

The future "New York" is now known as "Baboon" in the Indian language.

Samara and William agreed to use a small river as a boundary to delineate the area of influence between the Mohican and William tribes.

In other words, the eastern part of the land was all William's.

Of course, this is theoretically true, and it is also true in Indian jurisprudence.

But the problem is, now William they are only four people, so a large area of land he can not guard.

To, the eastern part of these lands is not a small area.

William extended his right index finger, and Samara's index finger touched together, and so the agreement came into effect.

Ohhhhhhhhh!

When their index fingers touched together, the tribal elders shouted "Ohhhhhhh".

After a while, they turned their attention to the iron knives and pots that William had produced.

Oliver and the others started to set up the pots on the long dug army stove and started to boil the porridge.

With William's explanation to the crowd, and letting everyone remember the price of future transactions, all the elders nodded in satisfaction.

The price of William's iron goods exchange is really a conscience price compared to the white skins.

This is something that everyone agrees with from the bottom of their hearts.

"I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good deal. No fiction web no less", William smiled and looked at everyone is very concerned to ask. In fact, he already, these tribal elders came with an empty stomach.

Because he asked Artido, he knows very well, that in the morning basically the Mexican tribe people, do not eat.

After all, early in the morning to eat those tired of eating meat is really unbearable.

Therefore, many times people simply do not eat.

William gave Oliver a wink, Oliver opened the wooden lid on the iron pot, and suddenly the smell of rice filled the whole tent.

This is the smell, it smells good!

It smells fresh, and it smells like meat, but it's not very strong!

The white ones were never seen before.

After Oliver opened the lid, the elders looked at the rice porridge inside the iron pot and exchanged words.

However, unlike their reaction, Artido and his father swallowed hard, especially Artido's father who looked very unimpressed.

In the middle of the night, Artido's father woke up.

Because of the penicillin, Artido's father, Samara, recovered quickly. Although not yet fully recovered, the inflammation is slowly subsiding.

He woke up because he had not eaten properly in the past few days, so he was hungry.

When Samara woke up, William and Artido both felt it. So they got up one after another and asked around.

Hearing that he was a little hungry, William asked Oliver to heat up some meat porridge and then mixed it with a little bit of squash for him to eat.

After all, his condition had just improved, so he could not be allowed to eat and drink a lot.

It was this bowl of congee that brought out Samara's hunger bug and made him never forget it again.

A bowl of meat congee with vegetables was enough for Samara.

Unfortunately, no matter how much he insisted, William would never give him any more.

He said that he had just recovered from his illness and his spleen had not yet recovered, so he should not overeat and eat in moderation.

Obviously hungry, why not give food it.

But because his life was saved by this young man, he still listened to William's advice.

Then again, Artido could not stop persuading him to be obedient.

In this way, Samara has endured until now.

He had never eaten such aromatic meat porridge before. Especially with the squash, the taste was unforgettable.

Gollum!

As he thought about it, a rumbling sound came from Samara's stomach.

Artido opened his mouth slightly and looked at his father.

"Look, it's normal for your stomach to rumble, isn't it? Don't you make noises when you're hungry?" Samara said to Artido, rolling her eyes. "So don't look at me like that, it makes me uncomfortable.

Artido had no choice but to avert his gaze.

Oliver already took out a wooden bowl, filled a bowl of meat porridge with squash, and then Daniel and Steven passed it to the Indian elders sitting around them.

For the next two hours, Oliver in addition to boiling porridge is boiling porridge, simply did not stop.

And William kept teaching the elders about the practice of rice.

During these two hours, the elders ate one bowl after another, even if their bellies felt a little burst they still had to eat again.

Never before had there been such a delicious breakfast in the world.

Everyone's heart, can't help but have such a thought.

In fact, they do not know, congee this thing to eat in the morning, will feel extra delicious it.

This is also the reason why William chose this time in the morning to give these tribal elders a taste.

As expected, everyone ate the meat porridge with squash that William specially ordered to prepare and expressed great interest in this food.

Of course, the iron pot used to cook the congee was no different.

It was much better than the pots that the "white skins" had.

After breakfast, the elders gathered around William and raised some questions one after another.

William also answered and explained one by one, and said that he could give them the meat porridge, and would also sell squash, and on the spot, William also gave these elders, one black iron pot.

At the same time, William also told the elders that this rice not only can make porridge but also can make "rice" to eat, with the taste of squash is also very good.

For the sake of the crowd, William asked Oliver to smother a pot of rice and served it with squash for everyone to try.

Although everyone had eaten a lot of porridge this morning, they were not hungry at all.

But we all tried a little bit of it and it was just like William said, this way the "rice" has a new taste and is not too bad.

I heard that William still had some squash in stock, and the elders immediately offered to buy it at a price.

100 bags of 50 cents Fuling squash, the total value is only 50dollar.

But in this place, but was able to exchange for three mink worth more than a thousand dollars money.

Profiteering ah, really profiteering!

And William used the squash on his body to exchange for 60 mink skins and 40 bearskins directly in the account.

Of course, this is not all the credit of the squash, which also has the credit of the iron pot.

The market of more than 10,000 people, as long as the future of their daily food is supplied, then want not to make money can not ah.

When the money is earned, you can buy a ship, and then start the sea trade it.

Since we have come to the year 1620, if we don't make some adventures in the sea, this is really sorry ah.

William lowered his head, his gaze flashed for a moment, and then beckoned to Oliver I decided to open a cooking class in this tribe, you finally teach them the way to make porridge and rice, as long as they are accustomed to this, our pots and rice and squash will not worry about sales.

William's brain was quick and decided to let Oliver start a cooking class to teach them how to make porridge and boring rice in these pots in order to sell the pots and rice and squash ......