Chapter 206： 206: Wool (fifth shift! Three shifts owed to everyone!)

Aslan jumped from the carriage and saw Dort Road running towards him with four hooves.

"Aslan, you are finally here." Duotlu was already strong, and his whole body stood up, nearly three meters high, looking at Aslan, his head was completely lowered.

"Sorry! It has taken a lot of time to raise food and sell furs among the lords recently." Aslan shook his head and smiled bitterly.

Duotlu grabbed Aslan and put it on his back, then stepped on it with four hoofs, and rushed into the castle mansion of Windy City at a terrifying speed. There were already many representatives of the Centaur tribe there, and Millie of the prairie elf was also there, but They also added a male prairie elf this time.

Veretta and others were blocked by the door, and Cú Chulainn held his elven spear indifferently with a full face.

The half-elf knights were very dissatisfied, and they almost made trouble when they wanted to rush in.

Only then did Duotelu react to the people and let them enter the City Lord's Mansion.

"You are all waiting outside." Aslan gave them an order, but when passing by, he slapped Veretta's **** in secret.

"I heard that Your Excellency Aslan's business has reached the level of Human Race. It's really a model for my generation."

Aslan looked at the incoming person, secretly vigilant in his heart.

"In that case, I made all the hard money. The key is everyone's help."

"Don't talk nonsense, Aslan is a friend of our centaur, don't play these fancy things with your elves." Dortlu took Aslan to sit down, put the frozen beef prepared in advance on the table, and Great mare cumin.

Aslan was also welcome. He just woke up, was hungry, and started eating with the ingredients. The prairie elf next to him was about to stare down.

Dortle slowly moved away, and a thin and old centaur sat opposite Aslan.

Aslan raised the croissant he had taken away, and raised it to the other party in greeting.

"Our prairie has suffered the biggest crisis in history." The old man said straightforwardly.

Aslan put down the mare's milk, and asked solemnly, "Is the locust plague?"

The old man nodded. The Beifeng Prairie suffered a locust plague such a big event that could not be concealed at all. As long as someone who is interested can find out the news a little bit.

"You need food, right? But didn't you get a lot last time? It should be able to support a period of time." Aslan said puzzled.

"It's true, but our granary was attacked by the Ottoman Kingdom five days ago. Although we tried our best to rescue it, we lost two-thirds."

The old man's words made Aslan's face serious.

"I will go back to allocate food immediately. There is no problem with emergency relief, but if the quantity is too large, I am worried that the human race will not buy it."

"I understand this, I'll let someone arrange it right away, but do you really want everything?" The old man still said a little worried.

Aslan nodded affirmatively.

"By the way, I need the best horses, not too many, as long as there are a few horses, but it must be the best."

Hearing that Aslan was about to fight a horse, the old man's face changed slightly, especially on the side of the prairie elf, he almost stood up.

"Is only a few horses enough?" the old man asked tentatively.

"Of course, now the human aristocracy has developed a new game called horse racing. The faster the horse is, the more valuable it is. I am not bragging. Some time ago, there was a superb war horse that was worth more than 1,000 gold coins." Aslanman Said his face longingly.

Hearing that a war horse can sell for more than a thousand gold coins, the old man was moved.

One thousand gold coins is equivalent to 10 million copper coins, but now the price of food is sold in copper coins per catty. The purchase of foreign races and human races may be a lot more expensive, but you can also buy a lot of food.

"A horse can really sell for a thousand gold coins." The old man tentatively asked.

Aslan shook his head and said: "I just said the highest price. After all, the horse has to run, and it has to make a little hard work. After all, it is sent so far, and it has to go up and down from the hands of the noble master. I can only buy at this price at most."

"Four hundred gold coins! This is too little." The old man shook his head and said.

"It's a lot. I have to take a lot of risks. If I can't sell it, I have to pay for it myself." Aslan said like a profiteer.

The old man also hesitated. If Aslan agreed directly, then he would doubt Aslan’s ulterior motives. Now that Aslan is not letting the profit, he can’t help but breathe a sigh of relief. At least, it’s certain, Aslan. Lan is really a businessman.

"Also! I will buy ten horses when I am asked. I only need five horses in the early stage. No, three horses will be fine." Aslan said with a careful plan.

The old man is more relieved, what use is there to buy war horses on such a small scale?

"Three is three! We harvested another batch of wool and exchanged it directly for grain. How do we plan to change it?" the old man said directly.

Last time they only agreed to buy wool in the next transaction, but did not negotiate the price of wool.

Aslan subconsciously stretched out five fingers.

"What's the ratio of five?" The old man frowned slightly.

Aslan stretched out a finger. It was the first time he did this business. In his previous life, he directly subdued the Centaur tribe and raised sheep on a large scale by himself.

"Five catties of wool for one catty of grain is still kind." After seeing Aslan's fingers, the old man nodded in satisfaction.

Aslan’s jaw almost fell off. What he really meant was that five catties of grain were exchanged for one catty of wool. He was worried that the price would be too dark and would be rejected. If it weren’t for the situation in the Northern Wind Prairie, he planned to buy with gold coins. Up.

Seeing this price, Aslan felt a little guilty. How much wool did the Centaur reserve?

"Then how much food are you going to change?"

"This time we shipped a million catties of wool, all of which were dried." The old man said regretfully, as if luck was missing.

Aslan's mouth opened into an O shape, and he stood up and asked, "How much wool is there in your tribe?"

The old man was embarrassed and looked at the prairie elves next to him. The prairie elves also subconsciously avoided his eyes. After they knew that the Centaur had stored wool for so many years, they were also shocked.

Millie said that she only sells wool but not sheep. She now doubts whether Melox can eat so much wool.

"What do you call the old gentleman!" Aslan asked, taking a deep breath.

The old man was a little embarrassed and said, "Old husband Inzaghi is the elected representative of the tribes of the Centaur tribe."

"How much wool do you have?"

Aslan Yufeng turned to ask.

Inzaghi was very ashamed and said: "I don't know about other tribes, such as our tribe! We have raised 100,000 sheep this year, harvested twice a year, and can produce two to three catties at a time."

Aslan was immediately confused. A tribe can produce five to six hundred thousand catties of wool each year. He subconsciously asked, "Why do you raise so many sheep?"