"Don't worry, everyone. We've brought back an entire woolly mammoth, including its skin and bones. It's enough for each of you to split a hundred and eighty pounds of meat, plus the bones and innards. If you eat sparingly, you can eat for more than a month.
Cough!
Cough!
Cough … "
André started coughing violently before he could finish his sentence. Seeing this, a girl hurriedly handed over her water bag. The youth didn't stand on ceremony, grabbing it and gulping down two mouthfuls. The sweet mountain spring water slid down his throat, quickly suppressing the cough.
Emily hurriedly put down the cart and ran over, asking with concern, "Boss, are you alright?
You didn't look too good just now, did you catch a cold? "
"Yeah, if you really can't take it, let's go to the grocery store and let Laurent take a look." Another youth suggested nervously.
In the eyes of these half-grown children, this proud and aloof red-haired youth was their leader, their backbone, and their long-term meal ticket. Only by following behind him would they be able to avoid hunger and cold, so all of them seemed to be extremely concerned about him.
"No need, I'm fine.
This is an old ailment, easily acting up during winter. It'll be fine by spring. "André pounded his chest as he spoke.
This ailment had started during the cold winter four years ago. He didn't know if it was due to frostbite, but once the weather turned cold, it would act up and get worse with each passing year.
In Lonely Mountain Town, where medical standards were extremely low, there was no way to treat an internal ailment like this. One could only rely on one's own immune system to survive.
As for going to the grocery store for a dabbler to treat him, it was better to forget about it. Although Laurent had learned a bit about herbs from a druid and had cured many people, André always felt that the number of people he'd cured was far more than the number of people he'd cured. Especially those strange prescriptions, it didn't look like they could cure people at first glance.
Of course, if he had the chance to leave this small town forgotten by the civilized world in the future, he could find a priest with supernatural powers to treat him. It was said that the priests had spells bestowed by the gods, and could instantly bring a dying person back to life.
Just as everyone was asking questions, a burly man with a full beard and a thick waist walked over.
He first glanced at the mountain of meat and asked in surprise, "Hey!
Isn't this the return of our ace hunter?
What kind of prey did you catch today, to actually fill five trailers? "
"Hehe!
Uncle Warren, our boss hunted a woolly mammoth from the frozen wasteland today. Didn't you see those two white tusks? "Harvey pointed at a pair of tusks and replied proudly.
"Mammoth?" Warren opened his mouth wide in surprise.
"Oh … My God, this is an incredible beast. It is said that when it is angry, it is unstoppable. How did you kill it?"
"Of course, it's the same old method. First, set up the trap, then plan the escape route. Then, lure the prey. When the prey falls into the trap, use the prepared spear to stab it to death."
As André explained, he used the dagger he carried with him to cut off a large piece of bloody meat and threw it directly to the brawny man.
"Take it and have a taste. The reason why we were able to hunt successfully was all thanks to the weapons and tools you made."
Warren opened his rough hands and grabbed the piece of meat, laughing heartily, "Hahahaha!
Don't mention it. There are only a few families in this town. If you need any weapons in the future, just come to the blacksmith shop and find me. "After he finished speaking, he waved at the teenagers and happily walked back to his home.
After watching the town's only blacksmith leave, André pointed at the meat in the trailers, "Let's follow the old rules. The meat in the back two trailers will be given to each family. The middle two trailers will be divided equally among all of you. The one with the leather and ivory will be mine. Whoever wants to take the rest of the internal organs and bones can take some. I believe that the soup will taste great."
"Don't worry, boss. Leave this to me. There will be no mistakes." Harvey patted his chest and promised.
"Then I will go first. You can go home after you finish your work. Have a good rest tomorrow and the day after. We will go hunting in three days." After he finished speaking, André pulled his own trailer and slowly walked in the direction of the grocery store.
He needed to get rid of the leather and ivory before going home. Otherwise, it would be useless to bring them home.
Along the way, he greeted the people he knew. Unknowingly, he came to the front of a two-story wooden building. On the wooden board of the door was written in crooked continental common language – "Rotter's Grocery Store". Below it was a small line of words, "Write letters, five copper coins per time."
Obviously, this was the only store in the town. At the same time, it was also the bridge to the outside world.
André put the trailer down and shouted at the top of his voice, "Damn fatty!
Come out!
Big business is here! "
"Big business!
Where is the big business? "
A fatty who was about 1.8 meters tall and weighed more than 120 kilograms rushed out of the store like a gust of wind.
But when he saw the person's face, he immediately changed his expression, "How many times have I told you!
I am not fat. This is a symbol of wealth.
You will know if you go to Chauvinist City. The nobles there are about the same as me. "
"Forget it. Although I have never seen a real noble, as the ruling class of the entire society, they are definitely not all fat. Especially those powerful feudal knights. It is impossible for them to have a body full of fat."
As a soul from an era of information explosion, André understood a principle early on. No matter the era, the rulers at the top of the pyramid must be the elites of the elites. Otherwise, the entire system would start to rot from the inside, and all kinds of signs of collapse would emerge one after another.
Based on the current situation, although the political system of the Canteru Kingdom was somewhat rigid, it was still far from decline. If there were no accidents, there would not be any problems in the next hundred or ten years.
"Damn smart man!
I really regret buying so many books for you.
Tell me, what do you want to sell this time? "Rotter asked while stroking his shiny chin.
André pointed at the trailer behind him and replied, "There, it is that pair of mammoth tusks and fur.
Just like before, I don't need gold coins. Change it all to books. "
"Oh … No way … Mammoth tusks from the frozen wastelands!
And there is no gap. This is the most perfect piece of art. If you bring it to a bustling area, it will definitely sell for a good price!
Sixty Turris gold coins, this is the highest price I can offer. "
After carefully inspecting the surface of the tusks, Rotter pretended to be forthright and offered a price that would make many people's hearts beat faster or even go into shock.