The dwarves were instantly excited when they listened to the news brought back by the inspection team, especially the endless amount of food in the barbarian tribe.
"This must be God's gift!"
The barbarians can only rob, neither farm nor grazing, and what the neighbors eat, what the barbarians eat, and what the neighbors have never tasted before, the barbarians will definitely not be able to eat.
Therefore, this food must have been obtained from other channels, and the only explanation is the gift of the gods.
Those who believe in the God of Baccarat will receive the gift of fine wine from God, those who believe in the God of Medicine can receive the gift of good medicine from God, and the Dwarves believe in the forging gods, and can obtain the ability to forge divine weapons and weapons directly.
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But the god who obtained food...
The city lord sighed and said, "Behind the barbarian, there is the faith of the earth God as his backer. Before, I was not sure whether it was an ordinary believer or a priest, but now I am convinced that the backer behind the barbarian is at least a rule-owned subordinate.
god."
The other heads of the family looked ugly.
This is a real god, not a mountain king who deceives hundreds of ordinary creatures and steals some faith power and calls himself a god.
If I had known that the barbarians had such a big background, Tielu City would have stood clearly on the side of the barbarians. Why should I be a fence-bearing person? As a result, neither side would please me.
The city lord shook his head, "It's meaningless to say these things now, but fortunately, we have not had a complete relationship with the barbarians, and there is still a chance to save them."
The inspection team immediately said: "Master Lord, we stayed in the barbarian tribe for four days, but we never saw their chief. When we left, their chief did not come forward, but just gave us some things."
As he said that, the inspection team took out a bag of tobacco.
The city lord pinched a pinch and put it under his nose and smelled it, "This is...tobacco...but it's a little different."
The other heads of the family also smelled it, even took out a pipe from their bodies, and skillfully squeezed a pinch of tobacco and stuffed it in.
"Well, it's really tobacco. And it's more wonderful and exciting than human tobacco."
The city lord also took out a pipe, took a beautiful breath after some operation.
"Humans provide too little tobacco, and the price is very expensive, which is as heavy as gold. We can't afford it at all, and we can't take a few sips a year. I didn't expect that the barbarians also had to sell tobacco. I wonder if the price is expensive?"
The other heads of the family also raised their ears.
The members of the inspection team immediately replied: "It's not expensive. The barbarians offered a transaction price, one pound of tobacco, and exchanged 50 pounds of iron tools."
"catty?"
The dwarves were all stunned. What is pound?
"The Lord of the City, jin is a trading unit proposed by the barbarians, 10 taels of 1 jin, 10 taels of 10 coins, 1 jin, 10 cents of 10 cents of 10 cents of 10 cents of 10 cents of 10 cents of 10 cents of 10 cents of 10 cents of 10 cents of 10 cents of 10 cents of 10 cents of 10 cents of 10 cents of 10 cents of 10 cents of 10 cents of 10 cents of 10 cents of 10 cents of 10 cents of 10 cents of 10 cents of 10 cents of 10 cents of 10 cents of 10 cents of 10 cents of 10 cents of 10 cents of 10 cents of 10 cents of 10 cents of
Several of them were iron weights given to us by the barbarians. This kind of large iron weight is 1 kilogram, this kind of 1 tael, this kind of 1 qian. They are marked on it."
The city lord took the 1 kilogram of iron weight and weighed it. It felt that it was not too heavy, but it would definitely be comfortable for a long time if it was replaced with tobacco of the same weight.
Other heads of the family expressed their opinions.
"Anyway, it's just a unit that trades tobacco, so it's nothing to use them."
"We don't care about these things, just use pounds."
"A axe can be at least twenty or thirty kilograms, and it can be exchanged for half a kilogram of tobacco. I think this transaction is OK."
What Iron City lacks the most is iron tools. If you exchange iron tools for tobacco, it will make a lot of money no matter how you look at it.
No one objected at all. The iron tool was exchanged for tobacco and passed the unanimous ticket. As for the use of the weight units of the barbarians, no one cared about it.
"Lord, this is rice. The barbarians eat this for the elephant-headed people, such as Pig-headed people, Taurus, Dog-headed people, and Goblins. They all eat this."
The dwarves looked at it again and again with huge rice grains.
What kind of food is this? It is even bigger than my own slap.
He opened his mouth and ate it, but ended up eating a bite.
"This is not what I eat, I have to put it in a pot and steam it or cook it."
So not long after, an attractive smell of rice scent came out of the city lord's hall.
“Delicious, really delicious!”
"I will never want to eat toast again."
"Damn it, the toast is dry and hard, can it break the teeth, or is it delicious, what's the name?"
"Rice! The barbarian said this is rice."
The city lord grabbed a grain of rice and stuffed it into his mouth, and said in a speechless manner: "Will the barbarians sell us rice?"
"The Lord of the City, the barbarian said that 1 kilogram of iron is exchanged for 10 kilograms of rice. However, the drawings and specifications of the iron are determined by the barbarian."
As he said that, the inspection team took out a few rulers with scales, "By the way, this is the unit of length of the barbarian. The length of this ruler is 1 foot, 1 foot, 10 inches, 1 inch and 10 minutes, and even smaller ones
The hair and the slime are just not marked on the ruler.”
Then the inspection team took out a stack of paper.
"The iron tools customized by the city lord and the barbarians must be made according to the size and size on the drawings. Incorrect products that do not comply with the norm cannot be used for exchange."
The city lord took the drawing and took a look.
There is a shovel on it.
The length, width, thickness, position and size of the shovel head are marked with data, and the smallest unit is directly accurate to millimeters.
The city lord did not speak, but instead thought about it carefully with his pipe in his mouth.
This shovel looks simple, but it is actually not easy to make it qualified.
After all, the dwarves are used to being casual, and they are free to build weapons or armor, and they don’t even talk about size or size.
Anyway, the helmet I made is like this. If you wear it inappropriately, it is definitely not the problem with my helmet, but the problem with your head.
If it is not suitable, you can find other ones. If you can't bring my helmet, there will naturally be someone else who can bring it.
If you can't bring a pig head, you can bring it to a dog head, and if you can't bring a pig head, you can bring it to a goblin.
As for whether the goblin's neck would be crushed by the iron helmet, that's not a matter of concern to the dwarves.
If you are less than the level, don’t wear high-end equipment.
Therefore, foreigners who went to Tielu City Tao to transfer equipment to one blacksmith shop after another, and selected suitable ones from a pile of dusty works.
However, unexpected mysterious equipment is often found in the dust pile, especially the best equipment created by the dwarf master after drinking high, but he forgot it and then bought it at a low price.
For the sake of finding the best equipment, no one cares about these details.
This is the tradition of the dwarf forge and the characteristic of the dwarf blacksmith shop.
Not to mention different dwarf forging, even the same dwarf forging two identical weapons can't be made.
It can't be created by copying it.
Everyone talked and laughed before, thinking that the ironware that was eaten in the warehouse could be taken out and sold to the barbarians for a large amount of tobacco and food. However, when they saw the detailed data marking on the drawings, no one could laugh.
"Damn it, the iron tools created in this way have no soul at all!"
"Yes, this is a blasphemy to the God of Forging!"
"The barbarians are deliberately making things difficult for us!"
"Bah, it's better not to do this business!"
He shouted a few angrily, then got used to it and clicked his pipe naturally, and then ate a bite of rice. The dwarves couldn't speak for a moment.