Before setting off, Li Du had thought that he would be dealing with the Hopi and the Amish, who needed modern tools that were not electrified. Hence, when he saw the things in the truck, he felt that they were good.
Now, looking at the lights in the thatched cottage, the refrigerator and the television in the living room, and the things in the car, he felt a little dazzling.
Mr. Li wanted to cry, but no tears came out. What an idiot! He had really become a trash collector.
The Native American looked at the front of the car and shook his head, saying that there was nothing he needed. Another Native American picked up something that looked like a hand blower and said, "I need this. Leave this."
Li Du asked, "What's this for?"
Hans said, "A hand-operated pesticide sprayer. It's used to spray pesticides on farms. Of course, it's suitable for small-scale farms."
Li Du brought down the hand-cranked sprayer and handed it to the Native American. They drove on.
Hans asked, "What did you get?"
Li Du took out the leather bag and said, "This is it. Can you recognize what it is?"
Hans took a look and immediately laughed. "Of course, this is a wineskin. It was very popular in Europe in the 18th century. It was said that it was made of human skin."
Li Du was shocked. "Human skin?"
Hans waved his hand and said, "It's just a legend. Who would believe it? Look at the thickness of the leather, it must be cowhide or sheepskin. "
He poured out the water in the leather bag, turned it over and over, and said, "Thank God, this is not a bad deal. If we take care of it, we might be able to sell it for a few thousand dollars."
Li Du said, "So valuable?"
Hans was surprised. "Of course, don't you know its value?"
Li Du shook his head and said, "No, I can only feel that it has some value, but I can't tell how much it is worth."
Hans said optimistically, "Anyway, it's worth a lot of money. Back in Phoenix, I saw someone find one in a storage unit and sell it to a museum for 4,000 dollars."
After some consideration, Li Du went back and took out his SIM card. He passed the phone to the owner and said, "Your water bag is more valuable. It's not fair to exchange it with a sprayer. I'll give you another phone, an Apple one."
The Native American grinned and said, "I don't know where my grandfather got that thing. It's been hanging there for a long time. It's useless."
Li Du gestured for him to take the phone. "This phone is yours."
The Native Americans also had mobile phones. It was an old-fashioned Nokia. When he saw the exquisite iPhone, he was very tempted. He did not continue to be modest and took it.
But after taking the phone away, he asked again, "Should I get you some water in a jar?"
This person was not on guard against him at all. He really thought that he needed water.
Li Du felt much better after handing over the phone. He waved goodbye and left.
There were other Native Americans in the house. When they saw the scene, there was a commotion. They all came up and asked, "Do you want more water? I have plenty of them at home. "
Needless to say, these people were all here for the phone.
Li Du smiled bitterly and said, "I actually needed his water bag, not water. I exchanged my phone for a water bag."
"Why don't you go to my house? There may be something else you need in my house. "The Indians continued to make all sorts of warm invitations.
These people were so enthusiastic that Li Du had no choice but to follow them from house to house.
When he entered their homes, the natives would take out some so-called antiques to show him. Most of them were worthless. There were some sculptures or handicrafts that contained time energy and were of some value to Li Du.
However, he could not trade them. These people all wanted the phone.
Moreover, because of the previous trade, Li Du thought that the natives were simple and honest. They did not hide their emotions and would show their fondness for the handicrafts when they saw something useful.
In the end, most of them were very cunning. When they found out that Li Du liked the handicrafts, they wanted to exchange for a phone.
This made Li Du depressed. How could he have so many phones to trade for?
Then Hans came to find him and said, "Let's go, buddy. Let's go to the blacksmith shop in the village. Olly and the others got something good there."
The blacksmith shop in the village not only produced farming tools, but also weapons and hunting equipment.
Olly and the others got hunting knives from the Hopi tribe. Some were long, some were short, and the craftsmanship was very exquisite. It was obviously a good knife.
Turis waved the long knife that he got and said happily, "I don't want to trade this knife. I want to keep it. I like it. I've given it a name. Let's call it Flowing Fire Blade."
"Flowing Fire Blade? Good name. What does it mean? "Li Du asked as he walked.
Turis said, "Oh, I don't know. There's a Zanpakuto with this name in the comic Grim Reaper."
Knowing that he wanted to go to the blacksmith shop, the treasure hunters came to lead the way.
They had to thank Li Du for being able to get what they wanted from the Hopi tribe.
If it weren't for the conflict between Li Du and the Navajo tribe, as white people, they would not have gotten the Feather of True Love. This feather was more precious than the one they got before.
Without the Feather of True Love, the local natives would not trade with them. They could only trade with Li Du. That way, there would be more restrictions and fewer things to trade.
The treasure hunters were easier to trade with because they had brought a lot of food. When they left in the morning, they did not prepare anything. They could only go to the convenience store and buy a bunch of food and simple daily necessities.
In the end, these things were more popular in the Hopi tribe than the scrap metal that Hans had prepared.
When they arrived at the blacksmith shop, there were a few boxes filled with food, all kinds of bread, ham, chocolate, and drinks.
The tribe's blacksmith shop was not like the small shops in Li Du's hometown. It was a large craft workshop. There were more than 20 strong natives working hard.
Some of them were making bows and arrows, some were making hunting knives, and some were making hunting rifles and bullets. Of course, the latter had their own workshop.
Li Du took a fancy to a hunting knife with a wolf head. He picked it up and studied it carefully.
The handle of the knife was made of hard birch wood. The grain was fine and durable. The steel of the knife was made of three layers of sandwich steel. This way, the blade would not only be sharper but also tougher.
He waved his hand and tried to cut it. It was very smooth.
He asked, "What can I use to trade for this knife?"
A big man rubbed his beard and walked out. He asked, "What do you have? This is an alphabet knife. It's very precious. Are you sure you want it? "
As he spoke, he took out a knife about the length of a dagger. This knife was also made of birch wood. It had a scabbard. From the grain, the scabbard and the handle were made of the same piece of wood. The beautiful natural grain was smooth. It could be said to be the perfect combination of human skills and natural craftsmanship.
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