The most hateful thing is that if you are not deep enough, they will just stare at you from a distance in the dark. When you are deep enough, they will emerge. The one who comes back alive has only walked for only one and a half days, only seventy and eighty kilometers, and no one knows what the situation is going inside.

To be more deeply involved, no one has come back alive yet, including the carefully selected ghost slaves, who are also only in and out.

They were brave and entered the mountain under the banner of doing business, but at most they walked seventy or eighty kilometers along the ancient Jacob River, and were stopped by people from a village. They didn't make things difficult for them, but just told them that they wanted to do business and just do it here. If they went in, they would be dead.

The village looked very strange, and it couldn't be kept flat. Like the castles of the Lords and nobles, it was built on the hillside. It had already had a prototype of the castle. The whole was covered with brick and stone structures, layered and three-dimensional.

It was incredible to be tidy, and the goods here were all complete. In addition to the regular fur and herbs of Andes Mountain people, they also found a considerable amount of honey. After asking, the price was incredible. One hundred pounds of salt and one pound of honey was simply cheap.

Although the Manyu military leader is deep inland, it has the largest salt lake on the continent. Although it is also a controlled commodity, it is a little bit powerful, so it is not a problem to buy in large quantities.

Honey is different, it is an absolute luxury. In the Asia Minor Plain, where the beekeeping industry is relatively developed, it is exclusively provided by nobles, not to mention that most of the territory belongs to the semi-Gobi Manyu military leaders.

This thing can only be transported from other places, even on the Lord’s Noble dining table, let alone ordinary families, only those greedy children, with the risk of being full of bags, get a little from the wild honeycomb to satisfy their cravings.

With this new world, those profit-oriented businessmen have long left other things behind their heads and become hardworking porters, exchanging truckloads of salt and grain for truckloads of honey.

The huge profits sold were enough to make these merchants wake up in their dreams. Although the big part was not theirs, even the remaining small part was enough to make them live a luxurious life.

As for the ban, what a joke? Without the support of those lords and nobles, how could the caravan organized by ordinary people pass the market safely and safely with a large amount of goods in such a chaotic situation?

How could it be possible to transport salt and grain and other military supplies across the Bastille to the Andes Mountains in a swagger?

There is no doubt that Duke Borg is not only informed, but also the largest participant among them.

Judging from the current situation of the Manyu army leadership, it is impossible to restart the line of slave trade in a short period of time. However, after repeated battles, the Ferren family's finances were tight and the deficit was serious, and they had to open up new financial sources. The large amount of honey suddenly appeared in the Andes Mountains made the Chancellor of the Duke's House lit up.

In this world of scarce supplies, any dessert is a luxury, a scarce resource, a hard currency that is not inferior to gold and silver, and is in short supply.

They can not only use it for their own use, but also transport it to other territories for sale at high prices.

All experienced merchants know that these days, the fastest transactions that make money are by no means deducting the three melons and two dates from the untouchables. After layers of exploitation, they have basically no surplus value. The wealth is moldy and rotten in the private treasure houses of the lords and nobles. Most of the time, they have no place to spend money, and making money is the fastest.

Another point is that high-purity honey is easier to store. It can be stored for several years as long as it is put into a sealed wooden barrel. In addition, it is of high value and small size, so it is suitable for becoming a commodity.

Once this kind of thing is opened, it is like a flooded dam, and it can't be blocked even if you want to.

In any era, the most courageous group of people are not heroes or warriors, but merchants, especially those who are tempted by enough profits. They dare to walk hundreds or even thousands of miles alone with considerable wealth to earn the meager difference. If the profit is large enough, they can ignore it even if the sin of beheading.

Chebmann is one of the best. Since he embarked on the road of business with eight Byron silver coins he moved around, he has known that this is a game of bravery. Only by doing things that others dare not do can he earn his own wealth.

He has done everything from selling needles and threads to following the caravan to traveling to the business, but he has always been a small business, making money and losing money, and never dying. However, he did not give up hope. He firmly believed that it was not that he did not work hard, but that he had not encountered his own luck.

Then half a year ago, the opportunity came and he caught it.

That's right, he was the first spy to enter Andes Mountain under the banner of doing business.

However, Chebmann's entry into the mountains was not praised by people nowadays. He had the vision of an outstanding businessman that ordinary people do not have. If he was as magical as they praised him, would he have to be so miserable in the front of his body?

The transactions he had run at that time were affected by the war and fell sharply and still had a lot of debts. The creditors came to the door every few days to cause trouble, but they couldn't make it through. At this time, the news that Bastille was captured by Andes people came. Duke Feren was furious and sent a large army to attack.

He found connections and got into the servants' army, trying to take the opportunity to make a fortune, but he was still in trouble. A big fire burned all the hopes of those who held the same purpose as him. Of course, he was more lucky than those who were buried in the fire.

Then the great turmoil in the entire Manyu army began. At this time, he wisely chose to stay in the rebuilt Bastille to garrison.

Chebman is very clear about how many pounds he has. When he really goes to the battlefield, his little arms and legs are at best the life of cannon fodder. The rebuilt Bastille looks very dangerous and there will be no big battle to fight in a short period of time.

This can be seen from the other party taking the initiative to retreat deep into the mountains. The other party did not intend to provoke Man Yu's army to lead the army, at least not prepared for it now.

Then his life turned around, but this turn around was not something he took the initiative, but was forced. The Baron Pathleme stationed in Bastille might have a sudden idea in his dream while taking a nap and came up with the spy dressed up as a businessman and went to the mountains to investigate. As a small businessman with many years of business experience, facing such a life is a true performance!

Chebman was sold by his captain, and he walked into the mountains with a few pitiful goods in a daze, then he bumped into the village in a daze, and then found honey from the daze, and returned to Bastille in a daze, presented it to Baron Patleme, and then became a quarantine in a daze, becoming a quarantine in the bastille garrison.

As a quartermaster, he did not care about military equipment and other matters, but was specifically responsible for trading with Andes mountain people in the mountains. He had more than a hundred people under his command obeying his orders, including his former captain, among which mountain flower honey was the focus of his purchase.

While thinking about it, Chebman's destination this time has arrived - the grocery store.

That's right, this store has no name, it's called a grocery store, and you will never admit it. There is only one in the village fort, but Chebman usually calls it a bridgehead grocery store, which is the name of this village fort.

He always thought the name was very strange, with neither river nor bridge, so he called a bridgehead!

Regarding this problem, the owner of the Bridgehead grocery store always smiles without saying a word.

Speaking of the owner of this bridgehead grocery store, Chebman knew very well that he had a confused experience that he could not explain clearly half a year ago, but in fact he was not confused at all, especially when he first saw the young boss.

From beginning to end, it was not that I found the bridgehead and this grocery store, but that they led me all the way, in order to deliver the mountain flower honey, a killer weapon to people with weight through my own hands.

As one of the winners, even if Chebman understands it, he has to pretend to be confused. As more and more people participate and the scale of his business becomes larger and larger, he is afraid that he will pretend to be confused forever.

The young grocery store owner greeted him with a smile, "Mr. Chebman, you are finally here. This time you are two days later than before. If you are one or two days later, I will give the goods to someone else."

Chebman calmed down and smiled carefully, "I would like to forgive Boss Relf. It's not that I intentionally delayed it, but that the road was not peaceful. I met a group of little thieves, which took two days. I can't come to the door empty-handed. Forgive me, forgive me, let me be the example, and I will not be the example."

"Okay, I know your difficulties too. Nowadays, no one's life is easy. Let's talk inside."

"You please, you please."

"Don't be polite to me. I am the Lord. You are the guest. There is no reason for the guest to let the master. Please ask first."

"It's better to obey your orders than to be respectful."

"We'll get straight to the point, the price is still the same, but there is one thing I have to remind Mr. Chebman that at most, the transaction will be stopped."

"Stop? Why? Didn't we do it well? Why did we stop just by saying that?" Chebman jumped up before his butt was touched with the stool.

What a joke? This is a big deal of tens of thousands of Byron silver coins per order. If it stops suddenly, not only will I feel sorry for myself, but the Baron behind me who is already addicted to money will not spare him easily.

"Don't worry, I haven't finished speaking yet!" Relf, ​​who transformed into the owner of a bridgehead grocery store, showed a signature smile. "It's not that we want to stop, but God doesn't allow it. The four seasons are reincarnated, and the winter is about to enter. The flowers are gone. Where can I get you so much honey?"

"That's right! That's right! It's just that I think it's bad, it's just that I think it's bad. The honey trading is seasonal and cannot be controlled by manpower."

Chebman wiped the sweat from the shocked forehead, and he was still unbearable to sit and lie down, with a look a little ugly.

"This season is not only honey, herbs and animal skins, but also production will be significantly reduced in winter! Our transactions can't be stopped for half a year, right?"
Chapter completed!