When the people who worshiped the house returned the house, they were furious and directly reduced the food and salary of the garrison. He said that he was also the lord of the city, but he kept listening to the food and salary of the food and salary of the garrison. The garrison outside the city became bandits outside the city.

The family robbed the house, and the female robbed the silver robbery and did everything evil... She didn't want to let a big trade city destroy it, but she had to restore the supply of food and salary. The defenders outside the city have only been quiet in the past six months.

Few people inquire about the Mongolian affairs. The city lord is also mysterious and rarely goes out of the mansion. Who can ask why the tiger is doing? And it is also a tiger wandering around. If the three major families know that the city lord and the defenders are so dirty, they might be able to do something.

"I need a thousand pieces of raw cowhide..."

"puff!"

I bowed to a mouthful of wine and spit out like I vomited blood. I was just thinking about my good friend who died before, but Han Zhenhan said that raw cowhide, and there are still a thousand pieces. Can you afford it?

Han Zhenhan was puzzled by the embarrassment. Han Zhenhan was a man from the 20th century, and no one told him that he certainly did not know the importance of raw cowhide. Han Zhenhan thought about making some leather shoes and leather jackets. In the absence of cotton, cowhide can resist wind and cold.

"Is there anything wrong with this?"

"Uh...no... are you going to take it out? Or for those of your subordinates?"

When Han Zhenhan heard the words of worshiping, he seemed to have discovered something. This business can be done, but is there any difference between taking it out and using it for his brothers? But Han Zhenhan still said truthfully.

"It's cold and the ground is freezing. Those of me don't have any clothes to keep warm. I want to make some shoes and autumn and winter clothes."

Just keep your mouth shut and believe you. Even if you wear one thousand people, you can bring out a thousand leather armor. Is that a joke? But it’s nothing, you have to let the defenders suffer losses to avenge the murderous friends.

"Yes, do you need a cobbler? I happen to have a group of cobblers to use, and I can make the finished products and deliver them."

Han Zhenhan's eyes lit up. He was thinking about where to buy those tanning materials. It would be great to have a ready-made cobbler. But Han Zhenhan had to check the styles himself.

"That's great, but I have to use my drawings to make it..."

"I'll make loose pieces of leather armor for you, and you'll order it yourself when you go back."

Han Zhenhan was stunned again. He thought he wanted to make leather armor, but he just showed that expression. However, this reminded Han Zhenhan why not make a leather jacket with leather armor, at least have defensive ability.

"In addition, I want to sell some things, I don't know if you can get it."

"There is nothing I can't get. Tell me..."

Han Zhenhan pondered for a moment and said,

“I need a lot of wool.”

"Sheep, it's easy to say. How much does it cost to calculate your 1,000 yuan per person? How about it, it's a fat sheep that is more than 100 kilograms?"

Han Zhenhan smiled and shook his head.

"What I want is wool, not live sheep, whole sheep, but buying a hundred sheep is nothing..."

After listening to Han Zhenhan's words, the fierce face he was worshipping made a very incomprehensible expression.

"A hundred sheep? I'll give it to you. It's not enough money to go back and forth for dinner. What can wool do? Do you also want to make felt? Isn't it good for me to give you felt?"

"You don't have to worry about what you do. I'll charge you twice the price of wool. How about pounds..."

When he heard the double price, Baizhu was stunned. Since he was engaged in business, he has always been the party who suffered losses. He traded with his own tribe members to make money, but he has never been cheap for the things sold to the Han people. When Han Zhenhan said the double price, Baizhu's little heart seemed to have missed a beat. So happy...

It was like a person trying to raise a coin and suddenly succeeded. He took a deep breath and wanted to speak, but he couldn't say it because no one bought or sold the wool. He didn't know how much it cost.

The herdsmen and slaves grazing the master's raising women collect wool from time to time to make felts or carpets. Carpets and felts are bought and sold by people, but no one has collected them. Do you want to pull the wool on the living sheep?

"How do you collect wool this...?"

A naturally nomadic nation might be a bit ridiculous when asking a Han man how to collect wool. Wanze secretly covered his mouth and laughed, and he felt a little sorry for his fierce uncle.

"Shear the wool, it will be reduced to the skin, and it will grow again later. I just need wool. You can pay the price and I will listen."

I fell into thinking again. It is not difficult to shear the wool. Hold down the sheep and reduce it, and then wrap it up with good luck. This thing is not heavy. How many pounds of hair can a sheep have, but it is something that no one wants. This thing is sure to make a profit and you won’t lose money.

I transported ten sheep to me and asked for the money for one sheep, one sheep costs one hundred kilograms, and ten cents per kilogram... I turned my eyes and calculated the cost of transportation.

"It's better to count you ten cents per pound."

Han Zhenhan shook his head and said,

"Wool is easy to transport. A cart of a horse can take four or five hundred kilograms. How much does a horse cost on one person along the way? I will give you at most four cents."

Han Zhenhan mentioned the transportation cost and thought it was right after he passed by. It was enough to calculate the transportation cost. However, it seemed that we didn’t have to spend money on transportation. Just give some food to the slaves to do it. That is, how much does one pound cost when I collect the wool?

This wool is not worth anything at all. I just say it...

"I did it, how much do you want."

"I want ten thousand pounds..."

"...hiss..." This kid is not a small business dealer, but I like it. I took a breath and bowed, and my lips were pursed on my face, but my heart was filled with joy. This business is done.

"Okay, is there anything else?"

"And what are your butter?"

"Build butter? Keep skin...Keep knife...On the axle..."

When Han Zhenhan heard that the dosage was quite large, he put aside the idea of ​​using butter in his heart for the time being, but with wool, it was much easier to deal with. Another thing is to study how to improve the snatched spinning machine.

The business was almost the same. Baizhu started to raise his glass frequently and drank with Han Zhenhan. Baizhu and Han Zhenhan were both very happy. This time, the meeting that was shelved outside was best to complete it happily.
Chapter completed!