The old street is said to be the earliest and oldest street in Bailu Town. People who first settled here because of Bailu opened a road to Lake Beringa and built a pier at the mouth of the lake. Later people started working on this street.
Houses were built and shops were opened on both sides of the road, so this road became the first street in the town.
Time has passed, and the current Bailu Town is no longer the small village it was thousands of years ago. The expansion of the town has caused the town center to continuously move eastward, and the area where the old street is located has now become a poor dock area with a mixed bag of people and chaotic public security...
Travelers have never been to this place before. In my memory, the former owner of this body, Little Claude, seems to have been here twice. Once he went fishing at the lake and walked along the lakeshore to the public pier in the slum area. The other time was
He secretly rode the black horse named Bockel from Old Benz of the post office. The black horse was a little frightened and ran towards the old street until it ran out of road in front of the pier before stopping, scaring Erikson half to death on the horse.
, and the three Claudes chasing after them were exhausted from running...
However, I passed by in a hurry these two times and didn't encounter anything. I had no impression of this area. It's just that the parents warned their children not to play here because it is a dangerous area in Bailu Town.
There doesn't seem to be any danger here? Claude thought as he looked at the dilapidated houses and shacks on both sides of the street, as well as the occasional pedestrians passing by in a hurry.
"Looks very peaceful..." Ericson beside him seemed to know what Claude was thinking.
Claude nodded: "My father said that the security here is not very good, and he told us not to come here if we have nothing to do, but I think there is no difference between this place and other urban areas..."
Ericson said seriously: "Your father is right, this is indeed the most chaotic and unsafe area in Bailu Town. Although it is peaceful now, it is because it is noon and it is broad daylight. If you
If you come at night, you will know why."
"Haha..." Bockaar laughed: "Ike, you forgot to mention that this is the busiest place in Bailu Town at night. At night, both sides of this street are full of people, and most of them are women. The same is true here.
The favorite place for sailors to come in the evening..."
Claude understood and he didn't want to continue this topic: "Then the old Munch grocery store is opened here?"
"No, it's still ahead. This street is almost at the end, next to the pier. Did you see that two-story gray stone building is the old Munch's grocery store." Ericson answered, pointing ahead.
The two-story gray stone building is actually five townhouses connected together, but the first floor is full of storefronts.
Claude didn't see the sign of Old Monk's Grocery Store. He only saw a brand new wooden sign that said Old Monk's Fishing Tackle and Boat Supplies Specialty Store.
The three stores on the far left of the five stores are already open for business. There are rolls of hemp rope, bundles of canvas and barrels of different sizes on the store. The two stores on the far right look obviously very shabby.
, there is also scaffolding erected outside, and they are undergoing renovation. It looks like they are going to make these two old stores into the same style as the three stores next to them.
"Those two old stores are the old Munch Grocery Stores." Ericson said to Claude: "The three stores next to them also belong to their family, but they were rented to others to open a small restaurant, which served sailors, fishermen and
Dockworkers dine. After old Pichak died at the end of last year, his son didn't want to open a grocery store, so he took back this small restaurant and planned to open a fishing gear and boat supplies store."
Erikson pointed to the brand new wooden sign.
"Are you sure we will buy those two pieces of leather?" Claude was a little doubtful.
"Of course, I am Erikson, the young captain of the Red Sea Shark. My father is the famous Captain Altruni. Most of the sailors here know me. I can know about any movement in the dock area in less than three days..."
Erikson said triumphantly, looking very proud: "I have known for a long time that Vakuri is planning to open this fishing gear and boat supplies store. I also know exactly what he sells and buys..."
"Well, anyone who is not blind can understand." Bockaar said, pointing to the two large wooden boards hanging next to the store.
The various items sold in the store and their prices are written on the large wooden board, and the information on the items for sale is written on the small wooden board, but there is no price on the back.
"Vakuri went to Gilp Fur Store not long ago, hoping to buy a batch of furs at a low price and reach a long-term cooperation agreement, but was rejected by Gilp Fur Store. So now he and Gilp Fur Store are in competition.
Because of the relationship, the price he paid for Vero's two leathers must be higher than that of Gilp's leather shop." Bockar said confidently.
"Uncle Vakulli, Uncle Vakulli, are you there?" Erikson called as he entered the empty shop.
"Who is it?" someone answered from the back of the store. A tall and thin middle-aged man in his forties appeared in front of everyone, still chewing something in his mouth.
Well, I almost forgot that it is noon now, and Vakuri also needs to have lunch.
"Oh, it's little Ike, what's the matter with you?" the middle-aged man said vaguely.
But Erikson didn't care if he disturbed Valkuri's lunch time.
"It's like this, Uncle Vakuri, my classmate brought two pieces of leather to Gilp Fur Store for sale today. I remembered that you were also buying furs, so I brought him here. I told him that you are here
The purchase price must be higher than that of Gilp's leather goods store, so you have to pay a good price so as not to embarrass me in front of my classmates."
"Oh, what kind of leather is it?" Vakuri quickly tried to swallow what was in his mouth: "Let me take a look first. If the leather is good, I will definitely pay a good price."
"It's from the antelope." Ericson motioned to Viricero to open the package.
Vakuri looked at the leather very carefully. Judging from his actions and appearance when inspecting the fur, it seemed that he was not an outsider.
"If you want to take these two leathers to Gilp's leather store, they will give you at most six riaso. Since little Ike brought you to my place, I won't let him down. Let's do this, seven riaso,
Do you think it's okay?" Vakuri finally stopped looking at the leather and quoted the price.
"For nine riaso, these two skins will be yours." The bargaining required Bockar's intervention.
"No, no, no, the price of nine riaso is too high. No one will pay such a high price to buy these two leathers. You see, the edges of this leather are damaged, and the head of this leather is
There was a big hole. If it were two new leathers, they might be worth nine riaso, but these two leathers have been there for a long time and have not been well preserved..."
Vakuri shook his head and put down the leather in his hand: "If you insist on this price, then you can only go to Gilp Leather Shop to try your luck. Maybe they will be willing to buy it for nine riaso."
"No, Uncle Vakuri, you increase the amount, and I'll ask my classmates to decrease it. It won't be easy for us to come all the way here at noon." Erikson hurriedly smoothed things over.
Vakuri sighed: "Okay, then I'll add four more Sunars, just for your little Ike's sake."
"Eight riaso, one price." Bockal said: "Uncle Vakuri, your place is different from Gilp's leather goods store. They purchase furs mainly to make leather clothing, leather armor, and leather hats. And what you run
It is used for fishing gear and boat supplies. The furs needed are preferably from wild animals. They are mainly used for warmth and waterproofing. The size of the fur purchased does not matter.
Because the most fur you need here is just a sailor's close-fitting leather vest, or gloves, soft shoes, leather sheaths, etc. The remaining leather can also be cut into strips and kneaded into fishing nets and fishing lines, so here you have
Nothing in purchased fur is wasted.
The father of my classmate is Kubelik Fonseca. You should have heard of his name. He is the best hunter in our White Deer Town. If you buy these two skins for eight riaso, then I
I believe his father would not only sell his furs to Gilp Fur Store. Once the news spreads, all the hunters in the town will know where to sell their furs..."
Vaculi pondered for a while and finally nodded: "Okay, you have convinced me, just eight riaso, but you need to ensure that if you have furs to sell at home in the future, you must get them to me first..."
No one can guarantee this, but everyone knows that if Verricro's shrewd sister knew that these two old antelope skins could be sold for a high price of eight riaso, then the furs their family hunted would definitely not be used again.
I took it to Gilp's leather goods store and sold it, so everyone nodded.
"By the way, Uncle Vakuli, we came to you today to buy something else besides selling these two pieces of leather. Are all the groceries you used to have sold now?"
Erikson was a little dumbfounded. He just looked at the board with items for sale and found that many of the things he wanted to buy were not on it.
"What do you want to buy?" Valkuri handed the eight riaso to Viricero, who turned around and handed them to Bokhar.
"Guns, gunpowder, sulfur powder and lime powder, and insect repellent water..."
"Oh, these are in the inner room. Come in and take a look. The writing on the outside is all large."
The inner room is almost as big as the shop outside, except that the windows on the back wall are not big and there are wooden railings inserted, so the light is not very good. However, because it is noon and it is a sunny day, several rows of wooden boards are placed against the wall in the inner room.
Things on the grid can still be seen clearly.
"Wow, Uncle Vakuri, you put this treasure of the grocery store here!" Erikson's eyes were attracted by a silver-yellow short knife on the wall.
"Claude, Vero, come and see, this is the ivory sword."
A wooden box one meter long and half meter wide was installed on the wall. The inside of the box was covered with dark blue velvet, and a seventy centimeter long silver-yellow short knife hung in the middle.
In memory, Claude had heard Erikson talk about this ivory sword. It seemed that the scabbard and handle were all made of one ivory. It was silver-yellow in color and the blade was said to be the famous Horia Magang meteorite.
It is effortlessly made to cut through metal and iron, and is truly a treasured sword.
The origin of this ivory sword is very clear. Old Monk, the first-generation grocery store owner, rescued a shipwrecked captain at the seaside. The captain seemed to be a nobleman from a kingdom in the northern part of the mainland. After recovering from his injury and preparing to return home, he took it with him
I gave this ivory sword to old Munch as a souvenir.
Back then, someone offered ten gold coins to buy this ivory sword, but was rejected by Old Munch. He passed the ivory sword as a treasure to his shop and passed it on to his son Pichak. Now it's Waku's turn.
inside.
"How much is this ivory sword worth now?" Bockaar asked.
"Can it really cut through gold and iron?" Viricero focused on the sharpness of the blade.
Claude shrugged. In fact, in his opinion, this ivory sword was just something that the nobles used to show off. The handle made of ivory was definitely not as practical as the handles wrapped with hemp rope, and it did not absorb sweat.
The problem is that in a real life-and-death fight, the mere vibration of two swords hitting each other can cause the ivory handle to crack and fall off. Of course, if the blade can really cut iron like mud, that is another matter.
"What's the grade of the gun and gunpowder you want?" Vaculi didn't answer Bockar's and Viriklo's questions. He didn't know whether it was because he didn't bother to answer or because he didn't hear them.