Zhang Feng was so embarrassed that he was about to get cancer.
Being stared at by two dark monkeys with shining eyes, no matter how thick-skinned he was, he could not help but feel flustered!
He hastily coughed and said, "You should think about this matter carefully. As for the waterwheel, if you understand, I will tell you how to transport seafood and fruits, as well as the method of preserving freshness!"
"Now, I will tell you another way to make the country prosper. Are you interested?"
"Yes!"
Shiva wished he could strangle Zhang Feng's neck and shake out the things in his head.
Seeing that Zhang Feng was finally not long-winded, he was so excited that his muscles were cheering.
What a good man!
If he could solve the problem of hunger and make Zhenla prosper, then everything else was nonsense!
Seeing Shiva like this.
Zhang Feng smacked his lips and said with waning interest, "Actually, you really deserve to die! I remember there is a small island south of where you live, about ten days by boat. That island is rich in spices. That thing is everywhere. You only need a piece of broken knife to exchange for a big bag. Do you know how much that thing can be sold for in Chang 'an? "
"How much!?"
Shiva and Dara's eyes were wide open.
"A hundred coins! A whole hundred coins! "
Hiss —!
Shiva could not help but gasp.
He knew that place, but he only knew that those things could only be used to smoke rooms and mosquitoes in summer in his palace. Most of the time, the people cut them for firewood.
But.
Now, when he heard Zhang Feng's words, Shiva's face turned red.
Damn it!
He had wasted so many things for nothing!
Not to mention selling a bag for a hundred coins, even if he could sell a big cart for a hundred coins, or exchange it for a cart of food, he was already so excited that he was about to cry!
After all.
Up until now, most people in Zhenla were basically hungry and full.
Thinking of this, he could not help but want to beat himself to death.
Hurriedly grabbing Zhang Feng's hand, Shiva asked excitedly, "Master Zhang, may I ask if those things you mentioned are sold in Chang 'an? I don't want to wait a moment longer!"
"You should also know the difficulties my people are facing now …"
In the depths of his emotions, this guy actually acted out a sad scene, wiping his snot and tears on Zhang Feng's sleeve.
Zhang Feng hurriedly pushed him away in disgust.
He seriously doubted whether this guy had some kind of genes.
No!
Didn't Sawati Ka have such fetishes?
At the thought of this, Zhang Feng's entire body was covered in goosebumps.
"Okay okay! Stop crying, you're a man! "
"Come, come, come! Since this old man has said it, the spit of a man of the Great Tang is a nail in his mouth. As long as you shut your mouth, this old man will tell you right now!"
Zhang Feng was so embarrassed that he had cancer of embarrassment.
It was fine if he didn't think about his past life, but when he thought about it, Zhang Feng instantly exploded. He hurriedly shook off Shiva and hid on Dala's bench, seeking comfort.
Dala was so embarrassed that his face was as red as a ripe peach.
"I'll write it down for you. Otherwise, with your IQ, I think you'll forget it all before you go out!"
Zhang Feng flung Shiva's hand away in disgust. He glared at Shiva, who was sitting far away from him. Then, he wrote and drew on the paper as he spoke.
"Spices are more popular in the aristocratic circle of the Tang Dynasty. Now, the main source of spices in the Tang Dynasty is Persia, Xue Yantuo, and Dashi, which is thousands of miles away. However, these spices are not as pure as your Zhenla's. But remember, there are a group of Russians and native monkeys living there. As for whether you can get them, it depends on you."
"Also, look at this Hell Flower I drew. You have to stay away from this thing. If you have any evil intentions and bring it to the Tang Dynasty, I can guarantee that not only will you not be able to earn money, but that will also be the day of your Zhenla's destruction!"
Hell Flower?!
Prince Zhenla nodded his head like a chicken pecking rice. .
He had seen that stuff before. Eating it would make people go crazy, and it would also make people lose their minds. That stuff had basically been burned to death.
However, seeing Zhang Feng mention it so seriously, Shiva was so shocked that he broke out in cold sweat.
Zhang Feng's calligraphy was very good. Although it could not be compared to a calligraphy master, it had its own unique flavor.
As for whether Zhenla could understand it or not, he didn't care.
He wrote the words "Zhang Feng" at the end in big letters.
Then he looked at Shiva as if he was looking at a monster.
"I'm giving this to you because we're fated to be together. Do as you see fit!"
"Also, remember one thing. I remember that you have this thing on the Zhenla Beach, right?"
As Zhang Feng spoke, he took out a fist-sized piece of black and slightly yellowish salt ore from the counter and asked.
Prince Zhenla looked at the salt ore and said doubtfully, "Isn't this thing poisonous salt? I have a lot of it. Is Master Zhang interested? "
"Interested?"
Zhang Feng's teeth were hurting. He bared his white teeth and asked, "I can eat as much as you have!"
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