Aslan jumped down from the carriage and saw Dortmund running towards him with four hooves.
"Aslan, you are finally here." Dotlu was already strong. He stood up with his whole body, nearly three meters tall. Aslan looked at him with his head lowered.
"Sorry! It has taken a lot of time recently to raise food and sell furs among the various lords." Aslan shook his head and said with a wry smile.
Dotlu grabbed Aslan and put him on his back. Then he stepped on all four hooves and rushed into the City Lord's Mansion of Windy City at a terrifying speed. There were already many representatives of the centaurs and horses there, including Millie from the Prairie Elf. However,
This time they also have an additional male prairie elf.
Veretta and others were blocked from the door, while Cu Chulainn held his elf spear with a nonchalant expression.
The few half-elf knights were very dissatisfied and wanted to rush in, almost starting a riot.
Only then did Dotlu react to the people and let them enter the city lord's palace.
"You all wait outside." Aslan gave them the order, but as he passed by, he secretly slapped Veretta on the butt.
"I heard that Mr. Aslan's business has gone to the human race. He is really a role model for our generation."
Aslan looked at the visitor, secretly wary in his heart.
"If I go there, I will earn all my hard-earned money. The most important thing is everyone's help."
"No more nonsense, Aslan is a friend of our centaurs and horses, and he won't play with these fancy things with you elves." Dotlu pulled Aslan to sit down, put the frozen beef prepared in advance on the table, and
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Aslan was not polite either. He had just woken up and was hungry, so he started eating with the ingredients. The prairie elf next to him almost stared at it.
Dortmund slowly stepped aside, and a thin and old Centaur sat opposite Aslan.
Aslan raised the croissant cup he had taken away and raised it to the other party as a greeting.
"Our prairie is facing the biggest crisis in history." The old man said straightforwardly.
Aslan put down the mare's milk and asked solemnly: "Is it a plague of locusts?"
The old man nodded. Something as big as the locust plague in the Beifeng Prairie couldn't be hidden. As long as someone who was interested could get the news with a little investigation.
"We need food, right? But didn't you get a lot last time? It should be enough to last for a while." Aslan said doubtfully.
"Indeed, but our granary was attacked by the Ottoman Kingdom five days ago. Despite efforts to save it, two-thirds were lost."
The old man's words made Aslan's face become serious.
"I'll go back right away to prepare the food. There's no problem with the emergency. But if the quantity is too large, I'm worried that the human race won't buy it."
"I understand this, and I will ask someone to arrange it right away, but do you really want everything?" the old man said, still a little worried.
Aslan nodded affirmatively.
"By the way, I need the best war horses. Not too many, just a few, but they must be the best."
Hearing that Aslan wanted to fight the horse, the old man's face changed slightly, especially the prairie elf, who almost stood up.
"Is just a few horses enough?" the old man asked tentatively.
"Of course, now the human nobles have developed a new game called horse racing. The faster the horse is, the more valuable it is. I'm not bragging. Some time ago, a top-quality war horse was sold for more than a thousand gold coins." Aslan said.
He said with longing.
The old man was moved when he heard that a war horse could be sold for more than a thousand gold coins.
One thousand gold coins is equivalent to ten million copper coins, but the current price of food is sold in copper coins per catty. It may be much more expensive for foreigners and humans to buy it, but you can also buy a lot of food.
"A horse can really be sold for a thousand gold coins." The old man asked tentatively.
Aslan shook his head and said: "I'm just talking about the highest price. After all, the war horse has to run through, and you have to earn some hard work. After all, it's so far to send it, and you have to take care of it so that it can be delivered to the noble lord.
The most I can do is buy it at this price."
"Four hundred gold coins! This is too little." The old man shook his head and said.
"It's quite a lot. I have to take a lot of risks. If I can't sell it, I have to pay for it myself." Aslan said like a profiteer.
The old man also hesitated. If Aslan agreed directly, he would definitely suspect Aslan's ulterior motives. Now that he saw Aslan refusing to give up the benefits, he couldn't help but feel relieved. At least it was certain that Aslan would
Lan Zhen is a businessman.
"Also! If asked, I will buy ten horses or whatever. I only need five horses in the early stage, no, three horses will be fine." Aslan said as if he was calculating carefully.
The old man felt even more relieved. What was the use of buying war horses on such a small scale?
"Three is three! We have harvested another batch of wool and exchange it directly for grain. How are we going to exchange it?" the old man said directly.
Last time they only agreed to buy wool for the next transaction, but not the price of the wool.
Aslan subconsciously stretched out five fingers.
"What is five to what?" the old man frowned slightly.
Aslan held out a finger. This was his first time doing this business. In his previous life, he directly conquered the centaurs and raised sheep on a large scale.
"Exchanging five pounds of wool for one pound of grain is quite kind." The old man nodded with satisfaction after seeing Aslan's fingers.
Aslan's jaw almost dropped. What he really meant was five pounds of grain for one pound of wool. He was worried that the price would be too low and he would be rejected. If he hadn't considered the situation in the North Wind Prairie, he would have planned to buy it with gold coins.
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Seeing this price, Aslan felt a little guilty. How much wool did the centaurs have in reserve?
"Then how much food are you prepared to exchange?"
"This time we shipped one million kilograms of wool, all of which was sun-dried." The old man said regretfully, as if he was short of luck.
Aslan opened his mouth in an O shape, stood up and asked: "How much wool do you still have in your tribe?"
The old man looked embarrassed and looked at the prairie elves next to him. The prairie elves also subconsciously avoided his eyes. After they knew that the centaurs and horses had stored wool for so many years, they were also shocked.
At first, Milly said that she would only sell wool but not sheep. Now she doubts whether the Merlocks Province can afford so much wool.
"What do you call me, old gentleman?" Aslan took a deep breath and asked.
The old man said with some embarrassment: "I am Inzaghi, the representative elected by each tribe of the Centaur tribe."
"How much wool do you have?"
Aslan suddenly asked.
Inzaghi was very ashamed and said: "I don't know about other tribes, just like our tribe! We raised 100,000 sheep this year, harvested twice a year, and can produce two to three kilograms of wool at a time."
Aslan was immediately stunned. One tribe could produce five to six hundred thousand kilograms of wool every year. He subconsciously asked: "Why do you raise so many sheep?"