aier grow up from birth and always treated her as her closest person. After that, the two of them left the Qiao family together to live a hard life, relying on each other for years. But now, after so...On the first day of selling their wares, Qiao Bao'er and Samba sold all the flint they brought, exchanging them for 263 pieces of small gold.

"What I earned, I earned with my own brain." Qiao Bao'er, like a miser, excitedly kept repeating the counting of gold.

"Samba, we are rich!"

They put the gold they earned today in a fur bag. Qiao Ba'er held the gold in both hands and, seeing Samba return from afar, immediately ran over to show off.

Samba saw her so happy, his big hand patted her head. Samba's hand was much bigger than Qiao Baoer's head.

" Samba, will this gold be enough to exchange for wooden signs We need wooden signs to enter the palace. "

Qiao Baoer looked up at him with longing eyes.

Samba shook her head.

< Qiao Bao'er wilted all at once, sighing, "I knew it wouldn't be that easy." >

Lowering his head, he looked at the large bag of gold in his arms. It was heavy, but the individual pieces of gold were different sizes.

Today they were selling barbecued meat and flint, two skewers of barbecue plus two flints for a small gold piece. The gold in the hands of the savages was different in shape and size, not because they were trying to cheat by taking less weight, but because it seemed that the savages did not have a strict definition of the size of gold.

For barbarians, gold could be exchanged for food and necessities. The weight of the gold itself was not something they considered. For example, cutting a piece of gold in half—such 'cleverness' simply didn't exist.

Most wild men have simple minds, pure intentions, and are easily satisfied.

Besides, Qiao Bao'er also discovered that the wild people were large and burly in stature, with fierce appearances. However, they had a strong sense of obedience to rules and would not easily cross boundaries, demonstrating a certain degree of self-discipline.

As if the natives of this island had been oppressed and subjugated by power for so long, they were accustomed to being ruled.

"...Today they looked menacingly at our barbecue, I was afraid they couldn't control themselves and pounce on it. Luckily, they all paid and didn't cause any trouble."

Jo Baoer was surprised by the wild man's strong obedience.

Because of the language barrier, Samba couldn't explain too much about wild people to her.

The two of them had been selling goods all day, and they were exhausted. Perhaps it was the smell of barbecue they'd been grilling that lingered in their noses all day; that night, Qiao Baoer and Samba would rather have eaten vegetarian food. They munched on some fruit and went to sleep.

The next day, he set up a stall selling flint. He used the same trick as the previous day: first, he grilled a small portion of meat and traded it for a batch of prey, firewood, and fruit.

Then the real selling starts, two skewers of barbecue and two flintstones equal a small piece of gold.

Jo Bao'er and their business were doing very well. The next day when they started trading, the wild people were no longer noisy and clamoring. They had learned from the previous day’s experience and each of them already held a piece of gold in hand, waiting to exchange for roasted meat.

The next day, as the sun set, Qiao Bao'er and Samba sold over 1000 flint stones, earning 563 pieces of small gold.

Qiao Bao'er was a person who got bored easily. Looking at this big bag of gold, she had completely lost the excitement from the first day and even found the gold dirty, too lazy to count each piece one by one, so she just threw it all together and put it away.

"Sambo, why do I think the other savages are so stupid"

Qiao Ba'er had been busy grilling meat all day, tired to the point of muscle cramps and backaches. She was actually cooking for savages!

This is different from what she originally planned. She wanted to sell flint, but now everyone seems to be focused on barbecue. Even though she and Samba demonstrated how to make a fire with flint during their barbecue performances, these "customers" should have already learned how to use it by now.

The value of a flint is the same as that of a lighter, and it's more durable. Wouldn't cavemen know that

He sighed, "Sambo, you're lucky you're not so dumb."

Set up a stall to sell goods on the third day.

Qiao Bao'er carried out the remaining 1,500 fire stones in one breath to sell. This also meant that today she and Samba had to work harder to grill more barbecue.

"Bundle selling."

"...They're all coming for our barbecue, you see. We just sell them the flint and steel along with it. That's called bundling."

Samba didn't understand at all and still nodded seriously at her.

Samba thought the cub he had picked up was very capable, earning so much gold in just a few days.

To sell more fire stones, it means they need to grill more skewers.

Originally, Qiao Baoer intended to work herself to the bone and endure another day, counting her gold before making any plans. After all, who doesn't feel tired living Doing business with barbarians was already a good deal.

When that old wild man shaman also came to buy grilled meat from them, Qiao Bao'er very resentfully recognized this 'doctor'. Wasn't this old thing the one who beat her head with a stick a few days ago and swindled Samba out of a piece of gold

"Prices have gone up, they've gone up!" Qiao Baoer immediately shouted to Samba.

She, Miss Qiao, does business and raises prices based on her mood. Now she's in a bad mood, so she raised the price by double.

The samba dancer stands straight, full of energy, and roars towards a group of 'guests' outside, raising the price!

If it had been before, Qiao Baoer wouldn't have dared to be so arrogant, but now she was calmly looking at the onlookers. They were all a bunch of savage men who after hearing Samba's words, their ferocious expressions seemed to lag for a moment, looking at each other in bewilderment.

Then, they saw some people sighing and leaving dejectedly with a small gold piece in their hands because they had only brought one gold piece.

Prices have gone up, I don't have enough gold to buy it, so I'm going home to gather some.

"...not a single bit of trouble."

Qiao Bao'er, seeing this scene, also marveled, who would have thought that such a fierce and powerful figure could be so obedient and well-behaved, completely unable to resist.

This made Qiao Bao'er even more curious about the temperament of the wild people.

Originally, it wasn't just the samba who were so 'law-abiding'. Most of the wild beasts were very peaceful and didn't like to cause trouble. No matter who made the rules, they would obey them completely.

"...Is this the nature of wild men, or have they been trained to be this way"

Jojo felt vaguely that the ruler of this archipelago must be a ruthless person, otherwise how could even such ferocious creatures as savages be so well-behaved.

That day, even though Qiao Bao'er arbitrarily raised prices, their barbecue and flint were still completely sold out.

Joe Baoer and Samba's business is booming, it's red-hot and unstoppable.

Qiaobaoer didn't really care how much gold she had made, "...Is this...so much gold enough to exchange for a通行牌" That was all that mattered to her.

Sambo went out again to ask around about the brand, seeing Qiao Bao'er panting with fatigue and pointing at five bags of gold that had accumulated. He shook his head.

Qiao Ba'er immediately flared up, "What So much gold isn't enough to buy a lousy signboard!"

Samba or head shake.

"Damn it, I thought I was ruthless enough, but those selling brands are even more so." Qiao Bao'er gritted her teeth.

Unfortunately, on someone else's territory, one has to abide by their rules.

It's just the way of the world, big fish eat little fish. learned by imitation and became proficient in no time.Just as they were entangled with the wild boar, a faint scream echoed from afar.The scream, a terrified shriek of alarm, was from Qiao Bao'er.Jun...