Chapter 392: Rhinoceros Horn

The person buying the wine was even more expectant after hearing this; he also wanted to see if he was the type of person who could see the gods, so after carefully taking the wine cup handed over by the Huaxia Soldier, he slowly brought it to his lips and downed it in one gulp.

The Huaxia Soldier had just wanted to tell him to drink slowly and to savor it, but it was already too late; he saw the man grimacing, his brows tightly furrowed, then stomping his feet on the spot before using his hands to rub his chest.

The onlookers around him saw him like this and scattered, clearing a space, fearing they might get bumped into.

After recovering slightly, he began to savor the aftertaste; his nasal cavity was filled with the aroma, and other than that, his sensations were no different from what the Huaxia Soldier had described, which was why he was not overly panicked.

Just as he intended to hand the cup back to the Huaxia Soldier, he actually staggered, and the cup subsequently fell to the ground; when the Huaxia people saw this, expressions of surprise and deep regret appeared on their faces, but in reality, they were already overjoyed inside—without any effort, they had finished off another one; a useless Glass cup exchanged for two bags of dried meat, they had made a killing.

The Huaxia Soldier selling the goods changed his expression, threw himself onto the ground, and began to perform: "Oh no! Oh no! My treasure!"

Furthermore, tears and snot were streaming down; with this display, the buyer could no longer hold his ground, and as he prepared to explain, he felt his tongue begin to tangle, and the words that came out were different from what he was thinking: "It's just a cup! I have dried meat, I'll trade it to you!"

After saying this, he was also startled by his own words, but his mind was instantly carried away by other things, completely unaware of what he was thinking, and even his legs felt like they didn't belong to him as he walked.

His companion was very anxious: "What is going on here??"

Only then did Xiong step forward: "He is just lucky; at this moment, he is probably already starting to communicate with the gods. No need to worry; when he is tired, he just needs to go back and sleep for a while. I expect that by then, he won't even know what happened during this time. As for this cup, you have already mortgaged two bags of dried meat; the cup is broken, and we will not return the meat. That is how it will be."

The man's companion had no objections either, and supporting his swaying companion, they began to squeeze out of the crowd; as for the fact that it seemed like a trade had happened, yet it hadn't really happened at all, they didn't care about losing so much food for nothing, as if their tribe was extremely wealthy and didn't care about such trifles.

After sending off this group, the Huaxia business still had to continue, so they took out an identical Glass cup from their luggage and placed it on the stall; regarding the strange looks from the onlookers, they replied directly: "What, do you think the gods only have one cup to drink water from? Your Tribal Chief probably has more than one Pottery Jar, right?"

The people around were stunned; there was no flaw in that logic.

However, there were too few rich people in this era; most were poor wretches who didn't know if they would have their next meal, so they could only feast their eyes, take a look, and broaden their horizons; of course, the main thing was to catch a whiff of the aroma.

The Huaxia stall was surrounded so tightly that not even water could pass through, but this also made it easier to attract more wealthy tribes to come over and watch; seeing that the situation had opened up, Xiong whispered a few instructions into the ear of the person guarding the stall, then took their hard currency—the Huaxia Currency, the Large Salted Fish—and began to stroll through the gathering.

Although it was so far away, there were not many good things to trade for at this gathering either; they were all things that were useless to Huaxia.

However, at one stall, they saw many small gold nuggets; although it was metal, because it was both heavy and soft, almost no one cared about this stuff, except for some large tribes that would collect it to cast things with no practical use.

Like Huaxia, they were already storing a lot of gold now, using it to craft ornaments or tableware for themselves; one reason why Baifeng was still collecting it in large quantities was that in the future, they would issue currency, and gold was a very good choice.

The items on the stall were all gold nuggets from Nature; in specific places, gold nuggets were still quite common, otherwise, there wouldn't have been so many gold prospectors later on.

The tribe that owned this gold was not wealthy; they were very poor and small, and Xiong offered a very good price; for a pile of gold the size of a fist, he gave them three Salted Fish, a price that truly made the people of this tribe cheer.

After putting away the gold, Xiong looked at the other items on the stall, but there was nothing good, completely useless, so he left directly.

Xiong would stay at each stall for a period of time, fearing he might miss any kind of good thing; sure enough, at the stall of a clearly hunting-oriented tribe, he discovered an animal's horn; because it was special, it attracted his gaze—it was large, but it didn't look like an Ox Horn.

So he opened his mouth to ask: "What kind of animal's horn is this?"

The stall owner said with a strange accent: "It's from a Si; the horn of this thing grows on its nose, it's very rare; these few are all we have, and it took a great deal of effort to catch it."

Once the Si was mentioned, Xiong immediately knew what it was; he had even seen that thing once, but just like an elephant, it was very rare and extremely dangerous, so it was basically not on the hunting list of most tribes.

Xiong had once heard Baifeng mutter things like "It would be good if there were rhinoceros horns," and he also knew that the rhinoceros Baifeng spoke of was the Si; although he didn't know what the horn of a Si was used for, since Baifeng said so, it must have a use, so Xiong decided to trade for these few rhinoceros horns.

"What is the price for these Si horns of yours? I want them."

When the stall owner saw the Salted Fish in Xiong's hands, his gaze became scorching; Xiong knew these people had taken a liking to their Salted Fish, and they could definitely trade Salted Fish for the rhinoceros horns; it was just a matter of the price.

The stall owner's eyes darted: "You all must have seen a Si, right? That thing is even more terrifying than a bear. One horn can flip a Soldier into the air, so these horns were obtained with great difficulty, and the price will certainly be relatively high."

This was the prelude to asking for a high price, but Xiong also knew that no tribe would be foolish enough to buy a few horns to take back. Moreover, these horns weren't good-looking; if they were like large deer antlers, the market acceptance would be much better, after all, they were pretty.

Xiong didn't want to waste words either; his time was very tight, so he had the Soldier hold the Salted Fish in his hand closer—the white, glistening salt was the most attractive thing.

After Xiong revealed the Salted Fish, the stall owner also began to name his price; he picked up a rhinoceros horn: "You know the preciousness of this thing, so how about this: one rhinoceros horn for four Salted Fish, regardless of size or weight."