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Chapter 6 [6] The first pot of gold?

The act of offering sacrifices to the old lady was quick.

Among the tribe, her command is second only to that of the gods.

At this time, she was representing God and conveying God's will.

The crowd excitedly rushed to their accounts, busy rummaging through boxes and boxes.

The old lady even went to the tent that Zhou Li'an had been to just now, and quickly took out a belt buckle. The workmanship was rough, but it was golden yellow.

Zhou Li'an's eyes were hot, but he still maintained his personality and nodded slightly pretending to be indifferent.

He knew that there was a misunderstanding in his way of thinking.

Gold was worthless to the Native Americans of North America, so he rummaged through the chests of valuables, but apparently couldn't find what he was looking for, except for a shiny skull.

Soon, the crowd gathered and put the gold ornaments brought from home on the previous altar and spread it all over the floor.

Of course they don't hide their secrets.

God has given a gift, and they have something to give.

If the old lady hadn't stopped him, the leader's missing teeth would have killed a few people for Zhou Li'an.

Not surprisingly, this is the property of the entire tribe.

Zhou Li'an casually picked up a piece of gold jewelry and inspected it. Most of the jewelry was dull in color, and the purity of the gold should not be high, but the victory lies in the quantity.

It is roughly estimated that after all the gold is smelted, it can also look like one kilogram.

For 1000 grams, the recent gold price is around 450 yuan, a total of 45 yuan, which is 7 dollars in US dollars.

This was his salary for the year before he resigned.

After getting the system for a week, the hard work finally pays off.

But if you want to activate the official version of the system——

Not enough, far from enough!
But at least the first step has been taken and a consensus has been established. The old lady knows what she needs. As long as she is not stupid, she will definitely find a way to collect more gold for herself.

More importantly...

The salt brought by Zhou Li'an could not be digested by the whole tribe. Of course, they were not willing to enjoy this hard-won precious gift. Instead, they used the salt to trade with other tribes in exchange for the necessities they needed.

Compared with worthless gold, table salt is the hard currency of this era.

Zhou Li'an did not stay in the tribe for long.

After disinfecting and replacing the wound patch for the injured patient, he called the system and left.

Before leaving, of course he left a decree.

A floor mural.

Tell the old lady that he will come back after a sun and moon.

Zhou Li'an disappeared in a flash, showing a miracle.

The old lady led the people of the tribe, kowtowed continuously, and did not stand up again until after he had left for a long time.

The leader with missing teeth has calmed down.

He deeply realized that the status of witches is unshakable, only witches understand God better, and he was too stupid before.

"Wu, I was wrong, please forgive me."

The old lady glanced at him lightly, and was secretly relieved...

She learned the art of offering sacrifices and praying to gods from the previous witch since she was a child, and her heart of worshiping gods is deeply rooted, but after witnessing the coming of the true god, she was different from other people's piety, and was shaken instead.

The coming of the gods was an accident, and had nothing to do with the sacrificial prayers of her long life.

Moreover, she couldn't communicate with God and couldn't understand God's language.

Of course the old lady is not questioning God, she is questioning herself.

However, after understanding what the gods needed and leaving behind the decree of the gods to return again, she was finally relieved that the gods would have a close relationship with their tribe.

The premise is...

"Missing teeth, tidy up these gifts from the gods and organize the manpower. We need to make a deal with our neighbors to get more sacrifices."

……

Salem, Oregon.

This little-known town is the state capital of Oregon.

It is also the oldest city in the state.

It used to be an important hub for overseas immigrants and gold diggers in the 19th century. Therefore, there are a large number of Chinese in the small town, mostly three or four generations of Chinese. Many people can't even speak Chinese anymore.

There is a tourist attraction in the city located underground. At the end of the gold rush, someone once found a large number of smelted gold bars in the basement of a shop, which became ownerless.

There were rumors that the owner of the house was a Chinese and had close ties with certain gangs. The gold was stolen by the gangs. For some special reasons, this treasure was forgotten and was found and handed over by the new owner.

There are many versions of the story, all of which represent the splendor and darkness of an era.

On the upper floor of the basement of the sightseeing spot is the Grocery Street, and the local Chinese call it Chinatown.

At this time, Zhou Li'an was sitting in front of the counter of a Chinese pawnshop on the Grocery Street——

"Copper? You said these things are all copper?"

A thin old man with old-fashioned tortoiseshell eyes at the counter looked at him jokingly, but didn't bother to speak.

I thought it was a big deal.

It turned out to be a stunned young man who came to add fun to the old man's life.

Zhou Li'an looked confused, and couldn't help asking: "Is there any gold in here?"

The old man was a little impatient. If he hadn't seen him as Chinese, he would have been driven away long ago.

In the end, I casually picked out three or two from the jewelry piled up on the counter: "That's all, but the purity is definitely not high. The price will be charged according to the excess of the fire, and the depreciation fee for processing is 15%. Can you sell it?"

The corner of Zhou Li'an's mouth twitched a few times, he gritted his teeth and said, "Sell."

The old man was also unambiguous, and lit a fire on the workbench to refine it.

After a busy day, he carefully picked up three laughing golden beans with tweezers and placed them on the electronic scale: "3.6 grams, 67.5 dollars per gram, a total of 243 dollars, 15% processing fee, 206 dollars."

Count money, trade.

Zhou Li'an took over the hard work of this week in a daze.

At the beginning, I bought 120kg of salt and spent more than 100 knives. If you count the money for the cart... I still lost 50 US dollars.

What the hell?

The promised [-] knives for the first pot of gold, the dream was instantly shattered?
The old man made a small fortune, but he was in the mood to give Zhou Li'an some advice: "Are these Indian antiques you bought in the second-hand market? I will give you a piece of advice. When you see such things in the future, you should stay as far away as possible."

Zhou Li'an was puzzled: "Aren't there many gold products in Indian jewelry?"

The old man laughed loudly: "That's Central and South America. The natives of North America know nothing. Most of the Indian ornaments unearthed are made of red copper. Otherwise, there would be no gold rush. The natives of North America have already dug up placer gold and dog's head gold. empty."

"Young man, no matter how much you spend on these things, take them as a lesson."

After the old man finished speaking, he enthusiastically helped Zhou Li'an put the pile of junk back into his backpack.

However, in Zhou Li'an's eyes, this enthusiasm was Chi Guoguo's mockery, and the whole person seemed to be petrified.

The old man still wanted to continue to mock a few words, but he didn't pay attention to Zhou Li'an because of the guests.

Walking to another counter, the old man talked with the customer——

"Beaver skin? It's not the hunting season...the leather left over from last winter? Hehe, okay, how about 350 knives?"

The person who came to sell the goods was a white man with a beard. His strong and fierce appearance was useless in front of the shrewd thin old man. He could only speak Fake: "Shit! The fur merchants in winter pay 500 knives."

"First, do you have legal hunting credentials?"

"Second, I can also give you 500 knives for more than three furs."

"Third...you can wait until winter to sell to others, can't you?"

The bearded white man trembled with anger: "I need money urgently."

The old man continued indifferently: "You can look elsewhere, to be honest...it's very difficult for me to find a home for a single piece of fur, maybe I won't be able to sell it until winter in a few months, and the difference I can make is only one hundred It's a lot of knives, not to mention the risk of fur deterioration and damage..."

"Stop talking, deal!"

Paying the money with one hand and delivering the goods with the other, the bearded white man left angrily, calling the dead old man a profiteer.

The old man got used to it a long time ago, and just caressed the fur carefully, loving it.

He was picking up the phone to call a familiar leather goods dealer, but when he looked up, he saw Zhou Li'an who was still in a daze: "Hey, why haven't you left yet?"

Zhou Li'an stared blankly at the beaver skin in his hand: "Beaver skin, 500 knives a piece?"

The old man narrowed his eyes slightly and said with a smile, "350 knives."

"What about more than three?"

"500 knives! But you have a source of supply? The beavers hunted by the Indians have their own digestive channels." The old man thought he had some Indian friends, otherwise he would not have brought a large bag of Indian jewelry.

Zhou Li'an didn't answer but asked instead: "Where's the buffalo hide? Do you accept it?"

The old man didn't speak for a long time. He really didn't understand that this young man really had a source of goods. He still made fun of him. After pondering for a while, he said: "Accept, 1500 knives a piece, it must be complete."

After the words fell, Zhou Li'an nodded and walked away.

The old man looked at the back for a long time, and waited for a while before shaking his head and muttering: "Bison was only included in the legal hunting range the year before last, and several restricted areas are in Montana and a few Indian reservations. He can get this kind of short-sought item." To hell with it!"

(End of this chapter)