Chapter 130: Trade |
However, with only 25 fish in this nearly 400-square-meter large fish pond, the quantity is still far too sparse.
If those who actually raise fish found out, who knows how they'd laugh.
Qin Ziwen planned to go to the river to purchase more fish.
But before going, there was one more building that needed upgrading.
Arriving at the blacksmith, he took out two Level 1 Blacksmith cards and chose to use them.
As the light faded, the Level 2 blacksmith before him successfully upgraded into the second Level 3 building in Home.
Qian Muzhen, who was just about to go to the pharmacy to sun-dry some medicinal herbs, happened to pass by. Seeing this scene, his tone was wistful, "Sir, Master Li's blacksmith sure upgrades quickly. I wonder when this old man will get a clinic."
Qin Ziwen was both amused and exasperated. He hadn't expected Doctor Qian to have something he cared about so much.
"You'll have one." Qin Ziwen didn't dare make a firm promise, as the buildings given by the settlement were random.
If luck was bad, you'd have to wait.
But he thought there should be one.
Hearing this, a smile appeared on Qian Muzhen's face. "Sir, I've observed that among the refugees working at the salt well, a few have health issues. While not serious for now, if left to drag on, problems are bound to arise."
Qin Ziwen said, "Go and examine them. If it's not serious and can be treated, then treat them. By the way, what about the other people in Home?"
Qian Muzhen replied, "I've examined everyone else. They are all fine. It's just that Li the Blacksmith is overworking himself and needs to be careful."
"Alright, I'll remind him."
By the time Doctor Qian left, the appearance of the blacksmith had already changed dramatically. The footprint didn't change, but the height became that of a four-meter-tall large tile-roofed house made of blue bricks.
The interior environment became cleaner and more organized. The most noticeable change was the furnace, which was now a full twice as large as before. The bellows had even transformed into a dual-chamber piston bellows made of tung wood.
The airflow became stronger and more stable.
Li Tieshan was still at the Furnace Bunker at the moment. He should be very satisfied when he returns.
Qin Ziwen then went to the salt well and asked Liu San, "How much salt is there now?"
Liu San replied, "Reporting, Sir. We currently have 100 catties of coarse salt and 40 catties of green salt." Seeing Qin Ziwen remain silent, Liu San hurriedly added, "We used quite a bit for salting meat before, Sir. We absolutely have not embezzled any."
"Mm. Pack half a catty each of the coarse salt and green salt for me. I need to use it."
Carrying the two types of packaged salt, Qin Ziwen brought Du Yu to the riverside.
Before they even reached the riverbank, they saw a crowd of people gathered on the shore.
In the middle of the crowd was a crocodile. Who knows what method the others used to lure it ashore.
On land, the crocodile opened its large mouth, its face full of ferocity.
But the surrounding crowd was brimming with excitement, holding various homemade long weapons, constantly striking the crocodile's head, body, and back.
A few of them, hitting it excitedly, even howled while striking, like excited monkeys.
The crocodile, beaten until it was in great pain, turned its head, trying to escape back into the river.
But someone nearby threw out a large net, covering the crocodile. The others grabbed the net, restraining the crocodile.
When the crocodile turned to bite, they retreated. When the crocodile tried to flee, they pulled.
In the end, they exhausted the crocodile, and it could only be slaughtered alive.
After killing the crocodile, the twenty to thirty participants cheered excitedly.
This scene made Qin Ziwen feel somewhat dazed.
Compared to the first time they hunted a crocodile, everyone was clearly much more skilled now.
In the twenty-seven days since transmigrating, it wasn't just him; many neighbors were adapting to their surroundings.
Those who didn't adapt were eliminated.
Those who survived were the elite.
He didn't know how many people were still left in the residential complex now, but walking around the complex on ordinary days, one could clearly feel it was much quieter than the first few days.
On the hillside behind the complex, grave mounds with wooden sticks planted in them had even risen one after another.
"Divide the crocodile! Divide the crocodile!"
"Are there still crocodiles in the river?"
After killing the crocodile, some people clamored to continue hunting crocodiles.
Seeing this, Qin Ziwen said, "Du Yu, it seems we'll need to stockpile more meat in the coming days."
"Understood, Sir." Du Yu nodded.
Arriving at the riverside, Qin Ziwen saw some Fishing Enthusiasts fishing. He took out the bags, removed the salt inside, and let them dip a little to taste.
"How's my salt?"
"Interested?"
"The price is cheap, only half the price of the Alliance's."
He wasn't selling, only promoting.
Soon, within the crowd, someone slipped away.
A short while later, Zhang Bo received the news and was both shocked and furious.
"He's selling salt too? Where did he get salt? No, wait, could it be..." Zhang Bo quickly guessed the possibility. The other party had probably also obtained a salt well or a similar building.
Thinking of this, Zhang Bo felt somewhat irritated.
Although he had mentally prepared for it, when a competitor actually arrived, it still made him unhappy.
After all, he was just getting comfortable with his monopoly business when suddenly a competitor appeared.
Huang Tao, sitting across from him, gave a faint smile.
He wasn't anxious at all.
Because he had the core technology—carpentry!
Even if a neighbor obtained a new carpenter's hut, they couldn't compete with him.
Without a carpenter, having just a carpenter's hut was useless.
Zhang Bo stood up and said to Huang Tao, "Excuse me for a moment."
Then, Zhang Bo got up and hurriedly left.
Watching his retreating back, Huang Tao narrowed his eyes.
As if thinking of something, the corners of his mouth turned up.
At the riverside, Zhang Bo found Qin Ziwen, who was promoting coarse salt. He took a deep breath, forced a smile onto his face, and warmly walked forward.
"Brother Qin~"
"Hey, brother, are you interested in buying salt? The price is cheap, only half the Alliance's price, and the quality is better." Qin Ziwen said skillfully, simultaneously handing over the bag in his hand.
After speaking, he seemed to just realize the person standing before him was actually Zhang Bo.
"Oh my, a big wave crashing into the Dragon King's temple—family fighting family! So it's Boss Zhang. You have a salt well, so I suppose you don't need any." Qin Ziwen then took back the bag in his hand.
"Wait, let me take another look." Zhang Bo stopped Qin Ziwen, looking at the salt in the bag Qin Ziwen was holding.
A flash of astonishment passed through his eyes.
He wasn't originally a professional in the salt business.
But since opening the salt well and doing this trade every day, he was no longer a complete outsider.
That brief glimpse just now—the bag Qin Ziwen was holding contained green salt.
But this green salt was clearly of much higher quality than his own.
How was this possible!
Could his salt well be Level 2?!
Seeing the fish take the bait, Qin Ziwen then handed the two bags to Zhang Bo.
The more Zhang Bo looked, the graver his expression became.
Finally, he closed his eyes, opened them, let out a long sigh, and looked at the man before him. "I admit defeat. The quality of your salt is better than mine. In a head-on competition, I can't beat you.
But since you specifically lured me here, you must have something you want to say to me."
Qin Ziwen said, "Correct. I want to make a deal with you."
"You overestimate me. I don't represent the Alliance, and my influence within the Alliance is limited. You'd be better off going directly to President Zou." Zhang Bo shook his head.
"Then I'll really go?" Qin Ziwen made as if to leave.
Zhang Bo hurriedly stopped him. "Wait, go ahead and say it."
Qin Ziwen said, "I want to trade for some live fish with you, settled with salt."
Zhang Bo looked deeply at Qin Ziwen. He knew why the other party was looking for him—because the Alliance had many people and a specialized fishing hunting team.
As for why the other party specifically wanted to find him, it was probably because he didn't want to join the Alliance, wanting Zhang Bo to act as the middleman. Because the other party also had a salt well, and the quality was better than his. If he joined the Alliance, with a competing product of the same type, his own value would be greatly diminished.
"With me? Not the Alliance?"
"That's right, with you."
"Good, then I agree."
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