Chapter 202: Only My Unique Method Chapter 202: Matter Drives Thought

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

Metal is not rare on the West Continent, but its use outside of military purposes is extremely limited.

The materials for a single iron pot would probably require two miners and one blacksmith to toil for half a month to gather, and the Lord's consent is needed before the ore can be used. Rather than making cooking utensils, it would be better to forge two short knives, or save a bit to make the blade of a long spear.

But the Village Chief still wanted it; his hands trembling, he asked: "How much money?"

Chen Yi looked at the things around him, stood up, and took the oval shield Yun Ba had made. Double-layered full leather equipment, lightweight, durable, and with extremely strong defense — on Earth, you probably couldn't buy it. The only issue is the leather used is somewhat special, but that hardly counts as a problem; who has nothing better to do than take leather to be inspected? In reality, the vast majority of people don't even know where to go to inspect leather. And he doesn't care about so-called suspicion either — the Chen Family has plenty of spirit to mentally abuse kids who don't know their place.

Yun Ba was excited beyond measure, immediately pushing all the shields over, afraid Chen Yi might refuse: "I still have two more, not finished yet."

"Four is enough." Chen Yi smiled; the masses of the West Continent are indeed even more backward than the Mongols. Ancient Mongols only had sheep, no pots, yet one wonders how the Yun Village people hunt.

Yun Ba stuck out his buttocks and piled the shields on Chen Yi's territory, grinning so wide his brown teeth looked like they'd fall out. Four shields aren't worth much money, at most two Aurochs hides. Thick-skinned animals like that aren't even suitable for armor; shields are their only destination. He originally thought if he could trade four shields for a pair of shoes it would be good — counting hunting time, he could make four shields in two days, others wouldn't be much slower; accumulated over a period of time, it would always be no small wealth.

Of course, now with an iron pot it's different; one iron pot can absolutely get him a pretty wife. With it, he wouldn't need to buy fragile clay pots to boil meat, instead of only being able to roast. Plus spices... heard city people do it that way; those Noble Lords, the Noble Lords' Attendants, and the Attendants of the Noble Lords' Attendants all eat boiled meat mush.

Others looked at Yun Ba with magical eyes, like jealousy, yet not quite. But no one tried to fetch their own shields; each of them had one or two sets prepared, but that thing is too worthless, too simple, as if any leather could make it.

Almost no Merchant would demand to take shields away, although leather oval shields are quite a bit better than wooden shields.

Until... Chen Yi asked, "Do others not have any..." only then did everyone awaken as if from a dream, scattering back to their homes.

"I want half-person height and one-person tall ones; too large and heavy I don't want; thickness seems fine for all."

In a short while, he got 30 shields, giving out 8 iron pots. If used to equip trainees, combined with Knight Foot Combat Technique, never mind petty thugs with only blunt weapons, even riot police could be suppressed.

Chen Yi smiled; the Village Chief was simply wild with joy.

If not for the past few hundred years, few thousand years, metal prices being so high, he would almost think iron trees grew in the forest — if iron trees didn't grow in the forest, Yun Village would become the richest among the dozen nearby villages; he could marry whichever girl he wanted.

"Maybe, I can also marry another wife; marrying four wives was something from many years ago."

The Village Chief stroked his messy beard, placing the two iron pots he got at his feet.

Next, various cotton and synthetic fiber clothes continued to gain the villagers' approval. The West Continent's weather is hot, but aside from a few insect wings, whether leather or plant cotton clothing, all are rough and unbreathable. Nudity isn't comfortable after all, especially when going to the city; without clothes you'd be driven out.

Thin clothes look like what Noble Lords wear; must say, Chen Merchant gaining the villagers' approval is largely because of his clothes.

He dresses much better than ordinary Merchants.

No wonder he has so many good things.

Newly produced bows and armor were swept clean; Chen Yi began taking out other things, one Tibetan Knife, two Tibetan Knives, three Tibetan Knives...

Villagers pushed and shoved, getting excited again.

"We... we have no bows and armor left, only a few sets left, must keep them for bandits and beasts..."

"No matter, give them to me next time. I'll probably come again in 10 days." Chen Yi placed 20 Tibetan Knives on the ground, plus over a hundred pairs of leather shoes and liberation shoes, hundreds of clothing sets, thousands of matchboxes and lighters.

Chen Family Martial Arts Hall just started recruitment and already has 60+ trainees, still far from the time for drastic expansion. Besides, getting things from the West Continent is merely subsidiary value — developing a new world on a barbaric continent, just thinking about it is invigorating. Someday feeding that energy back to Earth, Chen Yi feels, at least pushing Grandpa back into the Political Circle is very hopeful.

Just depends on how to utilize these massive resources.

Little Yun Village Chief Yun Da truly hit the jackpot, but he still has a mountain folk's simplicity and worry; though reluctant, he still firmly refused: "10 days, we can't make this... this many things."

"You can take these things to other villages to trade for bows, armor, and shields, then give them to me."

"Help you be Merchants?" The Village Chief hesitated: "We don't know how."

"I'll teach you." Chen Yi pushed out a Tibetan Knife: "In other villages, how many hunting bows can this trade for?"

The Village Chief said dryly: "The best ones, 10?"

This is a sharp all-metal knife. The knife Yun Wu's father left behind isn't even this long. Later, grind it with a stone, soak it in python blood, and it can kill a woolly mammoth.

"Now, you use this knife to trade for 10 bows, then give me 5. The remaining 5 are yours."

"Like our wages?" The Village Chief suddenly understood, nodding woodenly: "When we transport things for city people, it's the same."

"That is being a Merchant."

"Is that so?"

"Yes." Chen Yi nodded affirmatively, then sorted the goods on the ground by category, telling the Village Chief the price of each.

Actually just 50% of original price, but if he didn't tell the Village Chief, the latter would be extremely worried.

Fortunately Yun Village has always lived by selling transport beasts and their own labor; if purely pastoral, understanding the Merchant's way would be even harder.

If not relying on villagers themselves to attract surrounding settlements, the attempt at nearby development would surely fail.

Leaving 5 cubic meters, worth hundreds of thousands in supplies, Chen Yi carried bows, armor, and shields on his back, waved, and smiled: "I'll go first, see you in 10 days."

"Good, good." The Village Chief couldn't even speak his own language smoothly.

After he left, villagers still lingered in the powerful visual and psychological shock.

Until sunset, the Village Chief finally stood up, telling everyone: "Chen Merchant is right, we must go to other villages, trade things back."

"Such good knives, trade them to others?"

The Village Chief was instantly speechless, feeling something was off, so he thought for half a day, finally slapped his thigh: "We keep half, use the rest to trade things back, give to Chen Merchant, the remaining half, isn't that ours?"

"But there's still half the knives gone."

"These knives all belong to Chen Merchant..."

"But there's still half the knives gone..."

Although some still couldn't understand why do this, the Village Chief finally sobered up. He no longer communicated with others, but began ordering: "Yun Yi, you take 20 clothes and 2 knives, go to Sha Village to trade."

"Yes."

"Yun Er, you take 40 clothes and 3 knives, go to Mu Village to trade, also trade back more wood cores."

"Chen Merchant doesn't want wood cores."

"We need wood cores to make bows; you go buy those dried wood cores. One piece of clothing trades for 20 wood cores."

The wood core for making a bow's back must be stored in a cool place for two years or even longer before bows and arrows can be made. Actually, places other than the wood core can also be used to make bows and arrows, they just aren't powerful enough. The villagers' bow-making skills are still backward; otherwise, using ordinary wood for the bow's back to achieve a draw weight of four or five stone would still be easy.

Yun Wu knew how to make bows and arrows, so he asked: "What about sinew?"

Sinew is the material used to make bowstrings, and it also needs to be air-dried; it has always come from the animals they hunt themselves.

The Village Chief said generously: "Yun San, you take 100 pieces of clothing, one iron pot, 50 packs of spices to Shang Yun Village, and exchange them for sinew."

Shang Yun Village was the village where their ancestors branched out and left, and it is one of the top two large villages within a hundred li.

Yun Wu added: "40 pieces of clothing could exchange for a lot... a lot of wood cores, and spices could also exchange for a lot of sinew back, but we can't finish making them."

"Then buy people back from Shang Yun Village. Tell them, a household that can make bows, arrows, and armor can exchange for one iron pot."

"Really give them iron pots?"

"Yun Wu!"

"Yes!"

"You go to Lie Village to buy their bows and arrows." The Village Chief took out five Tibetan knives all at once and said: "Tell them, we want the best."

Yun Wu regretfully held the palm-length knife in his hand, imagining using it to pierce the abdomen of a saber-toothed beast, feeling the warm sensation of intestines flowing on his hand.

On the other side of the Light Gate, the fully armed Wuguan Inspection Team also attracted the attention of the Jiangbei People.

Dull armor, rough large bows, retro and full of momentum. If only one person dressed like this, everyone might still comment on it, but when a team of 10 students appeared, any discussion had to be held in check.

Chen Yi was like a wolf king, patiently waiting for the students to master the simplest foot combat technique and bow combat technique, then leading them to begin formal patrols.

And behind them were two maintenance vehicles from a construction company.

The first step for the Wuguan to maintain the community was to restore the safety of electricity and water in the Jiangbei District.

And before that, he had already received news from Luo Xiaoshan; the sale of the securities company in Malaysia went smoothly, and the return would be calculated at 1 billion yuan. At such a time, the value of the territory in Jiangbei and the Jiangnan Shipyard would inevitably make people tempted. If one must occupy state-owned assets, the Chinese people have never been behind.

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