There are two boxes of corn cakes in total. Aslan is very generous when it comes to food.
"These jade bean cakes are a local specialty from Pune City!" Jielit took the jade bean cakes in his hand, took a bite, and nodded.
Aslan smiled slightly, and he naturally understood that this was Jelit's test, and said calmly: "There is a famine everywhere now. Sometimes food is more useful than money. In Pune City, each box is only sold for one copper coin, so I bought more than a dozen boxes.
come over."
Jelit's eyes shone, and he got a piece of information from Aslan's tone.
That is, Aslan should be very powerful in Pune City. When food is scarce, even Pune City is no exception, but he can easily buy more than a dozen boxes of jade bean cakes, which is enough to prove that Aslan
Slan is awesome.
A box of jade bean cakes only costs 200, which is only two silver coins. However, the refugee army actually thought about going to Pune City to buy them. However, in Pune City, the price of jade bean cakes has been as high as four copper coins.
And you still can’t buy it even if you have money.
Aslan took out another box of corn cakes and hired a group of skilled workers to build the house with these simple building materials.
Three meals a day, two corn cakes per meal, suddenly there were more than twenty people working on the construction site, and the dust was flying for a while, which made Duke Medea very dissatisfied.
"I'm going to Pune for a stroll, what do I need to bring back?" Duke Medea stood up and said with disdain.
They said they were going to Pune City, but they were actually going to Dongyap Farm. Jason built a castle there. It was roughly the size of the original Lord's Mansion Castle. Although it was small, it had all the internal organs, and it was built completely according to the standards of Merlot City.
The comfort level is absolutely perfect.
After Duke Medea repeatedly confirmed that Maratha Castle did not threaten Aslan's existence, he was ready to leave to enjoy himself and come back in the evening.
Aslan smiled helplessly and finally said: "When you come back, help me bring back more than a dozen boxes of jade bean cakes."
Duke Medea nodded, slowly flew up, and then flew towards the city of Pune.
Jelite was no longer calm. Although there was no shortage of food in the inner city, the real reason was that there were few people in the inner city, and there were only more than 2,000 well-trained guards. Fortunately, they dug up the surviving underground granary of the Maratha family.
, so we can barely feed these people.
However, if they continue at this rate, they won't be able to last for a year, and it will take at least a year to resume production. They can't just sit back and rest, and they have to send out some relief food from time to time, otherwise the hundreds of thousands of refugees in Maratha Fort will definitely rebel.
After all, these self-proclaimed ‘big men’ were also refugees.
We have just met, so naturally we can't directly ask for help to set up a connection now. After all, we are not businessmen.
After Jie Lite said a few polite words, he took the people away, especially those young people who had reached the ninth level of fighting spirit. They must be vigorously cultivated after returning.
Aslan walked around the market and bought a lot of messy things. Instead of using money, he bought corn cakes. Aslan had to lament the regression of civilization.
These messy things are mainly plants, followed by ores, and the rest are all kinds of monster bones or furs.
When Aslan was testing the elemental components contained in the plants, Arthur's voice of surprise came from outside the tent.
"Captain! Come out and have a look."
Aslan sighed, put down the glassware in his hand, and walked out of the tent with a helpless expression.
When he walked out of the tent, he saw a qualification crystal pillar lit up to the thirteenth quarter, which made Aslan's eyes shine.
The qualifications are fourteen levels. The first five levels are ordinary people. The next nine levels correspond to the nine professional levels. The thirteen levels of Dou Qi qualifications are equivalent to the eighth level qualifications. There is no problem in breaking through to the mentor level without any accident.
Mordred and Artoria both have level eight qualifications.
Coupled with the assistance of top-level fighting spirit techniques and magic potions, it is not impossible to break through the master level.
The appearance of the eighth-level qualification naturally attracted the attention of people in the inner city. One of them, a tall man with a beard on his face, rushed out immediately, pulled the child with the eighth-level qualification and left, cursing as he walked.
"Where are you going, brat? I've been looking for you for a long time."
The corner of Aslan's mouth twitched, and Arthur immediately understood and punched him without saying a word.
The bearded man flew straight out, spraying blood in mid-air.
Casillas felt his scalp numb.
Because he knew that big man with beards, a young master at the level of a great swordsman, who could be blown away by a punch. That Arthur's strength was extraordinary, at least he had the strength of a great swordsman.
He had always overestimated this adventurous team, but unexpectedly he underestimated it.
Arthur took the child back to the camp and asked gently: "Where are your parents? What is your name?"
The child pointed at a thin middle-aged couple not far away, accompanied by four or five children, all of them hungry and skinny.
"My name is Pea!"
Arthur's lips twitched when he heard this, and he looked at Aslan.
Aslan said angrily: "We happen to need two servants, go and make arrangements."
"Yes!" Arthur took the child and his parents into the camp area.
Aslan strutted up to the big man who was still vomiting blood, stepped directly on the big man with his right foot, and said coldly.
"Go back and tell your master that I want you. If you are not afraid of death and come to cause trouble, I haven't killed anyone for a while."
Casillas shook his head quickly.
Everything that happened yesterday was an illusion.
"Will you regret it?" the bearded man said painfully.
"Regret!" Aslan couldn't help laughing, holding his stomach.
"Even if you send a mentor-level expert, I won't take it seriously. It's just rubbish like you."
Aslan's domineering voice made many people recognize the young man in front of them again.
Casillas turned around and ran towards the inner city. This matter must be reported to Gerrit. After all, the bearded man was from another faction of the refugee army. It would be bad if it caused unnecessary trouble.
When the commander-in-chief just left, he told him to try his best to build a good relationship with Lance and the others.
In the evening, Duke Medea reluctantly came back. Looking at the new house that was still being built, he returned to the tent angrily, while Aslan had a wry smile on his face.
He sneaked into the tent and took Duke Medea to see his new tent. As soon as the two of them came out of the tent, Jilit came over with someone.
"I heard about what happened to Lance this morning, and I have already taught that guy a lesson." Jelit said hurriedly as soon as he saw Aslan.
Aslan just said "Oh!" and took Duke Medea to her new tent.
Jie Lit opened his mouth, what on earth is going on?