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Chapter 411: Opening the Mutual Market

"Everyone sit down, be careful, and let's see what you look like." Xiaobai said with a grin on the red-maned Yanglie and Murgan.

Red-maned Yanglie snorted angrily, returned his long sword to its sheath, sat down next to Xiao Bai, and looked at the caravan messenger with an unkind expression.

When Murgan saw the red-maned Yanglie sitting down, he looked down at Xiaobai with a smile on his face, and then he slowly put away his bow and arrow and sat down slowly.

After the two sat down, everyone present breathed a sigh of relief.

It's too exciting. If there is a real fight, even if Sanbang Hanun and Bone Hoof Changcao can stop Hongmane Yanglie and Murgan, the caravan messenger will definitely die.

The envoy of the caravan is not important, the important thing is that he represents the caravan. If someone dies in the Sanbang Horse Tribe, no one will be able to escape the blame. Even the grass on the bones and hoofs will be blamed.

Through this incident, everyone present also understood that the person who really had the right to speak was Xiaobai. Otherwise, why would the reaction of Hongmane Yanglie and Murgan be so big?

"Messenger, let's talk openly. You know the usefulness of bows and arrows, but you just ask us to contribute them with such empty talk. Do you think it's appropriate?" Xiaobai said with a smile.

"As a member of the caravan, what's wrong with contributing to the caravan?" The caravan envoy was not stupid. He immediately carried the caravan as a banner. As for whether it was true that Xiaobai handed over his bow and arrow.

Everyone knows that it will be handed over to the caravan.

"That's not true." Xiaobai sighed, looking very disappointed.

Sanbanghanon also saw that Xiaobai was not willing to let go of rabbits, and he would not hand over the bow and arrow so easily, so he said: "Warrior, just tell me, what do you need?

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"Mutual trading, I need mutual trading." Xiaobai said.

"Mutual trade?" Sanbanghanong, bone hoofs and grass grew, and the caravan envoys said at the same time.

"That's right, there will be mutual trade, exchange of needs, bows and arrows will become a commodity." Xiaobai grinned and his neat teeth were white.

"Is it that simple?" San Bang Hanon asked doubtfully.

Even the red-maned Yang Lie looked at Xiao Bai with doubts. In his heart, weapons like bows and arrows should be firmly held in his own hands and should not be easily shown to others, let alone traded.

It is true that there are laws within the caravan, but there is also competition. Once bows and arrows become popular, the advantage of their red-maned horse tribe will be reduced.

"Well, it's that simple." Xiaobai nodded and said firmly, the mutual market is the big one.

Xiao Bai has long understood that a bow and arrow is not important, mutual trading is the most important. Not to mention the value of the grassland specialties from the forest, Xiao Bai cannot give up on the spiritual stone alone. He must get it.

Here, this is the key to the development of the tribe.

"Our Sanbang Horse Tribe is willing to open trade with the Red Mane Horse Tribe!" Sanbang Hanon said without hesitation. As a Gordo from a large tribe, Sanbang Hanon only seems to be a good old man, but he can rule.

How can a big tribe be simple? It can do things cleanly and neatly without any sloppiness.

Bonehoof Changcao pondered for two seconds, then slapped the table: "I, Bonehoof Changcao, represent the Bonehoof Horse Tribe and are willing to open a mutual trade with the Red-maned Fierce Horse Tribe!"

The envoy was confused now. How could he say that he was opening a mutual market on behalf of the caravan?

Nonsense, how could he have such great power? He came here just to be a witness. The caravan did not grant him the right to open the mutual market. If he dared to speak, he would be in trouble when he returned.

Bone Hoof Changcao and Sanbang Hanon looked at the caravan messenger at the same time, waiting for his response.

"I...I..." The caravan envoy hesitated, he really couldn't agree.

His only trump card now is his identity as a caravan messenger. Apart from this identity, he is nothing. He is neither Godot of the tribe nor a high-ranking member of the tribe. At most, he is just a smart tribesman who really cannot speak.

"Messenger, don't worry, you can think about it slowly." Xiaobai said with a smile.

The way the caravan envoy said his words just now really made him very angry. After all, he is a true god, so anyone can scold him?

But when it comes to business, a smiling tiger is better than a paralyzed man. Interests are the most important. Everything else can be put aside temporarily. There are no permanent enemies, only permanent interests.

"Thank you." The caravan envoy's face turned red, and he finally managed to choke out two words after holding it in for a long time.

Xiaobai clapped his hands and said, "We'll talk about the mutual trading later. It's more important to eat now. After all, the battle just ended."

Sambang Hanon seemed to suddenly react: "You're right, I'll be on the show, hahaha, eat while watching!"

He raised his hand and clapped. There were people waiting outside. When he heard the clapping, a group of primitive beauties dressed in cool clothes filed in and danced in the tent.

The people present were eating, chatting, and enjoying the dance with smiles on their faces, but no one knew what their intentions were in their hearts.

After eating and drinking, and watching the show, Red-maned Yanglie stood up to say goodbye. Sanbang Hanon did not hold back, and sent Red-maned Yanglie and the knights out of the tribe, and the group returned to Red-maned Liema's camp.

Today's battle made the knights a little tired. After returning, they went to the tents to rest. Red-maned Yanglie had something on his mind and couldn't sleep, so he found Xiaobai.

"Boss, do you really want to send out the bows and arrows?" Red-maned Yanglie asked with a tangled look on his face.

"The word "send" is not used well. It means "exchange" or "sell". Xiaobai raised his eyebrows and corrected.

"What's the difference? If they have bows and arrows, they can imitate them. Who will trade with us?" Red-maned Yang Lie muttered softly.

"No, they will come and replace it." Xiaobai smiled confidently and patted the red-maned Yang Lie on the head: "Never underestimate any weapon, let alone technology. Do you really feel that bows and arrows are so good?

Is it simple?”

"Isn't it simple?" Red-maned Yanglie raised his head and looked at Xiaobai and asked doubtfully.

Xiaobai didn't say anything. He took the bow and arrows that Hongmane Yanglie had brought with him and threw them on the ground. He pointed them to Hongmane Yanglie and said, "Look carefully at this bow."

Red-maned Yang Lie lowered his head and looked at the bow for a long time, but couldn't see what was going on. He looked up at Xiao Bai blankly: "Is there anything special about my bow?"

"I just let you see it because it's nothing special." Xiaobai laughed: "The bow you are using now is called a straight-draw bow. It is the simplest. The material of the bow body is also simple animal bones, and it is also very rough to make.

, the bows and arrows are made of random animal sinews, and the arrows are directly made of scorpion tail needles."

"Is there something wrong with this?" Hongman Yanglie scratched his head. He seemed to understand something, but he didn't understand anything.

"Details determine success or failure, Red Mane Yang Lie, sometimes it's useless to rely on bravery alone, you have to use your brain." Xiaobai said while drawing a bow shape on the ground and bending the tip of the bow, leisurely

He said leisurely: "Look, this is different. This is a new type of bow, called a recurve bow."


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