open sea

Chapter 796
In fact, before the leaders of the eight tribes met Chen Mu, Baima's mind went smoothly.

Tribal leaders such as Baima are different from the mixed-race aborigines of Acapulco. They are not only pure-blooded, but also aborigines who have always lived in their own villages. The only contact with the Spaniards is to conquer and be conquered.

Baima has no concept of invasion or colonists. He asked these port people why they didn’t resist such high prices, only to learn that these people only need to do a day’s work to get [-] Tongbao. Lots of work.

Hunters are high-income people in the port. Sometimes they can earn hundreds of treasures a day if they are lucky, and there is still a surplus for a meal in a restaurant.

People in the port have repeatedly recommended Baima to go to a restaurant to taste the meat made by Ming people, but Baima has no money, so what should I do?

He sold the cocoa beans he had worked so hard to save. After some inquiries, Master Baima did a difficult math problem.

It is known that a porter can earn one Tongbao for pushing a cart of goods from the port to the warehouse, and twenty Tongbao for pushing twenty carts in a day. Ask: How much Tongbao can 140 people earn in a day?

Bai Ma took a small wooden stick and counted again and again, and finally dumped a field of cocoa beans. He counted the number [-] abruptly, then converted it again, and asked Shao Tingda a question.

"You go to exchange for cocoa beans, twenty tongbao can exchange for more than 300?"

Shao Tingda definitely gave an affirmative answer. Cocoa beans have become the least valuable thing in Acapulco, but Chen Mu said that these things should be sold at a higher price when they are sold back to Daming.

Before he could react, he saw ecstasy on the white horse's face, clapped his hands and said a few words to his subordinates in their own words, then turned around and said: "Help me, let's go to the port to move things, how many, how many we move ,quick!"

The bear, sold; the turkey, sold; the skin, sold; all goods were sold except cocoa beans and horses, and the tongbao brought to Shao Tingda: "Help me buy cocoa beans."

Shao Tingda saw that the aboriginal brothers who fought side by side had lost their minds, and quickly advised him earnestly: "Don't be a white horse, this thing is the most worthless thing. What are you doing with all the money?"

Chief Baima looked left and right, took a few steps back, raised his hand beside his face to greet Shao Tingda, and waited for Mang Chong to pass before he whispered: "This bean is more expensive in other places, and the further north you go, the more expensive it is. I don’t even know, I’m going to use beans to buy everything from other tribes!”

Baima has calculated that his people can earn 20 to [-] cocoa beans a day, and another [-] in two days, and [-] can be transported back to the tribe to buy countless livestock, animal skins and grain from others.

The eyes of the Indian chief shone with the brilliance of a rich man!

Can you do this?

Shao Tingda thought in his heart that the white horse idea was a good idea, but he also vaguely felt that this matter would make Chen Mu feel unhappy.

Mang Chong knew his brother well, what it was like for Chen Mu to lose money in business, no one had ever seen it like losing a city and losing land, but one can imagine how unhappy he would be if the money was earned by others.

On the one hand is the rich brother, and on the other is the poor comrade who only has cocoa beans. Shao Tingda's expression became extremely complicated for a while, and the two villains began to fight in his heart. It was the little man who had grown into a little Chen Mu who kept rubbing his fingers and frowning.

Fortunately, the stalemate of the dilemma did not last too long. Not long after Baima decided to start his cocoa bean trade, the sick child had already returned from the port office on horseback and conveyed Chen Mu's intentions.

"Five taels for a West horse female, and eighty Tongbao for a slave."

Chen Mu's prices are still as dark as ever.

But at least there was a relatively high price, Shao Tingda said to the white horse: "The commander-in-chief wants to see you, your people are going to the port, I will let the sick children take them, and I will take you to the port office first."

No one objected to this. Even the Aztecs would visit the owner first when they went to a place. Now the owner of Acapulco is Chen Mu, and it is only natural for the white horse to visit him.

On the way into the village, Baima led the remaining seven tribal leaders to watch the inspectors in black to maintain law and order, and the villagers in various clothes to walk on the street in cliques, everything was full of novelty.

It was only then that he finally put his heart back into his stomach. It seemed that the Ming people had no intention of enslaving them. These people seemed to be holding weapons freely, and some of them even led the horses.

Under the regulations of the Spaniards, Indians cannot ride horses or hold weapons. This is an absolutely strict law, but it does not seem to be the case under the rule of the Ming people.

When the white horse expressed his doubts to Shao Tingda, Shao Tingda patted the general's belly and laughed: "The commander-in-chief allows anyone to ride a horse, and allows anyone to hold weapons other than bird guns and cannons. There are shops selling weapons in the market. A Iron arrows only need five Tongbao, bows and crossbows are more expensive, but spears are very cheap."

"You see those riding horses are chiefs. There are 23 chiefs in the port. We have provided horses for them, and they don't need money."

Shao Tingda paused while speaking, Baima didn't know what a Lichang was, but it seemed troublesome to explain, he simply said: "You will know when the time comes, you know that we defeated the Westerners, the commander summoned you not only To trade with you."

"Then what are we going to do, make us surrender?"

"Submit?"

Shao Tingda didn't want to use such harsh words, but he seemed to mean it. He nodded slowly and said, "Da Ming wants to sign an agreement with Spain to delineate the land here. He wants to sign an agreement with the leader of the native people. Opportunity."

"As long as you respect the Son of Heaven, obey the imperial court's orders, use the imperial court's laws, and pay taxes to the imperial court, the Ming army can protect everyone from being enslaved by the Westerners."

The footsteps of the white horse stopped in front of the port office. The sun shone on him and cast a short shadow on the ground. He turned his head and watched the people passing by with wooden carts full of goods, and took a long, deep breath. Only then did he take a few leaders into the yamen.

If you are not enslaved by the Westerners, you must be enslaved by the Ming people. Even if the Ming people pay wages, this is not applauded. It is just the right of two evils-the white horse has not forgotten that this is the land of their ancestors.

Chen Mu finally saw the white horse and his leaders. To be honest, it was difficult for him to appreciate the mix-and-match clothing taste of the eight leaders.

The white horse cut to the chase, looked around alertly, and said to Chen Mu, "We have 64 mares, and we can sell [-] of them."

The chief in the strange clothes raised three fingers and said to him: "If you are willing to exchange my horses for yours, I can sell three, no, sixty horses, but at least you have to give me another 20 taels each." .”

During the long-term relationship, Shao Tingda could understand the inaccuracy of the white horse when expressing the quantity. He explained to Chen Mu on behalf of the white horse: "He means to exchange sixty mares for sixty of our horses. Give him another 60 taels of silver."

The Aztecs were very good at calculating their own things. They used to have extraordinary mathematics and astronomy, but they couldn’t communicate with others... Both the Ming and the Spaniards used the decimal system, but they used is binary.

Their important quantifier is 'a person', used to express the number twenty, since a person has ten fingers and ten toes.

At the same time, Shao Tingda also informed Chen Mu of the white horse reselling cocoa beans, waiting for Chen Mu's answer.

Chen Mu swept his eyes over the eight leaders of the White Horse Alliance sitting in the hall, and finally fixed on the porcelain cup in his hand, which was filled with hot cocoa drink, and the corners of his mouth slowly curled up.

　Good morning!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)