Chapter 142: The Great Picture

Only when the coachman heard Zhao Feng repeat this sentence did the reins believe him.

People die for money, birds die for food. Such a large number makes these coachmen living on the line of food and clothing ecstatic.

"Don't worry, I promise to notify you."

"I know several tribes, and I will tell them."

These coachmen patted their chests and promised that they would not delay Zhao Feng's affairs. They would definitely bring more people to the sand castle and go to his territory to do business.

Seeing the scene in front of him, Zhao Feng showed a satisfied smile on his face. Money is indeed the motivation. After hearing about money, these people were particularly positive.

If there is a propaganda offensive from these people, the sand castle will become lively!

Thinking of the fact that if we can bring in many merchants and people from the desert tribe, the entire sand castle economy should be able to take off a new takeoff.

For Zhao Feng, this is just the first step to realizing his grand blueprint. In his heart, there are still many plans and ideas waiting to be realized.

"Lord, you are indeed a profiteer!"

After hearing Zhao Feng's idea of ​​commission, Afura, a very smart person, said with great emotion: "Now, these coachmen are definitely going to work hard."

"Maybe, we have to see the effect." Zhao Feng did not hold too much hope. At this time, he was thinking, what would be missing if a large trade market like Satuba Market was held.

He had seen primitive exchange stalls like Satuba Market, and he had a lot of thoughts in his mind, thinking that if he was in a sand castle, he would have to be more formal.

In the past, those large supermarkets and the like should be used for reference.

Just as Zhao Feng was thinking, Hubla, who was moving the goods, had moved to the carriage he was in. Thinking of Turandot wrapped in the cloth, he said to Hubla: "I will move these cloths, you can get the others!"

Hubla did not insist, nodded and continued to move other goods.

Zhao Feng turned his head and looked at the tightly wrapped in cloth, with a look of hesitation on his face.

"What should I do with this woman?"

Zhao Feng thought about it and had no good idea, so he carried her even these cloths and took them to his room. Hesitated that everyone was busy moving the goods, and no one saw his actions.

When he returned to the room, Zhao Feng opened the Turando in the cloth and saw that she was still in a coma, her veiled face was very pale, and a black air appeared on her forehead, as if she was poisoned.

Zhao Feng had no good idea for detoxification. At this time, he used the light spell and wanted to try whether he could use this to detoxify.

When the white light shone on Turandot's body, some of the wounds on her body seemed to heal, but her face was still very bad. Under the thin veil, a trace of black air was still visible.

Zhao Feng hesitated a little and wanted to lift Tulando's veil. After thinking about it, he didn't take action. Some desert tribes have many rules and cannot easily touch other people's veils.

After thinking about it, he decided to be more honest and avoid any misunderstandings or unhappiness.

The Turando in front of her is a big fish for Zhao Feng, and she may be able to come in handy in the future. Her force and her subordinates are not weak.

If it is done well, it may become a great help to the sand castle.

"Let's put it here first!" Although Turando is still in a coma, Zhao Feng still imposed several magical restrictions on her body and made another fool of himself, so that she could not be discovered.

After doing all this, Zhao Feng left the room and returned to the hall of the Holy City.

The storage room containing debris at the back was filled with supplies that Zhao Feng and the others had brought from Satuba City. These things filled the twenty storage rooms of the Holy City.

"Wow, where did you get so much supplies? Did you buy them?" When he saw so much supplies, Gordon, the dean of the Holy City, asked in surprise.

During the day, Afura and the others had already brought a lot of things. Unexpectedly, the supplies Zhao Feng and the others brought were even more amazing these two mornings.

Aphra smiled and said, "It was not bought, it was snatched by our Lord."

"Just kidding, even the entire Satuba market may not have such a wealth of goods, where can I grab it!" Gordon said: "Is it brought it from the warehouse in the city?"

As the dean of the Holy City, Gordon naturally knew where the goods were the most.

Zhao Feng nodded and said, "Yes, these goods were bought by Count Hawke and I, so there are a lot of things!"

"Too many," Gordon sighed: "This storage room in our Holy City has never been filled since its establishment. Today is the first time."

Although the Holy City is very large, the items are consumed very quickly, and there is basically no residual food. Many times they are full and hungry.

For example, when the weather is good, the supplies here are only filled with up to five storage rooms. For example, today is indeed the first time in history.

Hearing Zhao Feng say that they were all bought, Afula smiled and said, "There are many things here, right? We can't buy so many things for 40,000 gold coins."

Hearing Aphra reveal his old secrets, Zhao Feng smiled and said, "Don't worry, I said I bought it, and Earl Hawke will never say anything. If you don't believe me, see if he will pursue me."

Bernese looked at the goods and said, "We have prepared all the supplies, are we going back?" For her, the mission has been completed, and there is really no need to stay here.

Maria also nodded and said, "I want to go back to the sandcastle too." Due to this long trip, she wrote many records and had not sent them to the Priest Siali.

Zhao Feng said: "Okay, let's take a day off first and find out about the news about Satuba City. If nothing happens, we will set out tomorrow."

"Oh, I envy you young people who can walk around." For Gordon, he could only stay in the Holy City for the rest of his life, not hiking.

Zhao Feng said: "If conditions permit, you can go to the sand castle to live, right? President Gordon, I will guarantee the safety of people here and the food problems."

Looking at the food Zhao Feng was carrying, Gordon said, "I want to leave Satuba, but if those three major problems are not solved for a day, we can't leave here!"

Due to the regulations of the Holy City, there have been very few disciples who have been able to leave here over the years. Most of them can only live their lives here for the rest of their lives.

This result is really regrettable for them to accompany them all their lives.

Zhao Feng said: "I have some ideas about the three major problems. When it's evening, we will have a meeting to discuss my plan together. Is it OK?"

These days, Zhao Feng has never stopped thinking about the three major problems.

To him, these talents are very important, and the fate of these people is also very lamentable. It would be a good thing if they could be rescued from the shackles of the Holy City.

For top students like Zhao Feng, solving such problems only requires some inspiration and conception.

After some careful consideration, Zhao Feng has found some solutions to these three major problems. The only thing he lacks is practice.

"Tonight? Why not let it be now!" Gordon said anxiously.

Zhao Feng pointed to the goods here and said, "It's not possible for the time being. We have to sort and tie these things up, and we have to find a lot of camel carriages to prepare for shipping the goods."

At present, there are no good means of transportation. This huge number of goods must be packaged well so that there will be no mistakes in the transportation process.

"We might as well rest here, wait until the market opens and sell these things." Aphra said: "A lot of things are not needed."

Maria also said, "You tell those people that you should buy them in the sand castle, and it is better to tell them to buy them here to save some trouble."

They didn't understand Zhao Feng's approach very much.

The commission is good, but they don’t know much about why Zhao Feng must ask them to buy things in the sand castle.

Zhao Feng smiled and said his thoughts, "You don't think about it. If we sell all the goods here, then what reason is there to attract those merchants to the sandcastle? What I want is money, but to transform the sandcastle to flourish as Satuba market."

"In this case, if people buy things, the first thing they think of is sand castles, which are our Sicilian desert oasis. In this way, the entire sand castle will flourish."

Zhao Feng expressed his idea and said, "I want to build a sand castle more prosperous, lively and rich than the Sunset City. There are lively markets, green trees, large grasslands, tens of millions of fertile land, many fruits, and many people. In my territory, everyone lives and works in peace and contentment, is very rich, and does not lack food and clothing, and does not have to worry about food or war."

When everyone heard the grand blueprint described by Zhao Feng, they calmed down. At this time, they realized that the ambition of the young lord in front of them was extraordinary.

Everyone couldn't see him clearly.

Whether it was Bernice, Aphra, Maria, or the wise Gordon, they all stared at Zhao Feng with a look of admiration. Compared to Zhao Feng with lofty ambitions, they all felt a little shallow.

"Forget it, I'm going to be far away." Zhao Feng saw that his words caused a strong reaction and couldn't help but smile: "Now, let's do the things in front of us first. It takes a lot of time to get these goods done!"

"Okay, I'll help."

"I'll come too."

The small group belonging to Zhao Feng immediately started to take action.

Gordon also expressed his opinion: "I'll call some people to help you. Those people study hard every day and have to come out to exercise." For a moment, the place became busy again.
Chapter completed!