hiss!

Zhao Hongyu raised his right hand and gently stroked the wound on his right cheek. The pain made him unable to help but take a breath of air conditioning. On his right cheek, a long wound was seen from the corner of his eyes to the corner of his mouth, and bones were visible.

The enemy who caused such damage to him was now lying not far away in blood, no longer breathing.

Almost, my eyes were blind.

When Zhao Hongyu thought of this, he couldn't help but feel a little scared.

The feeling of fatigue swept across his body and kept filling his brain nerves. Zhao Hongyu, who relaxed, sat on the ground, watching the Indians who were finishing the attack on them just now.

Hurry up! Make up for those guys who are still breathing, and after solving these sneak attacks, we can have lunch.

There was a mess around, mixed with the sound of cutting flesh with sharp weapons, Zhao Hongyu closed his eyes in pain.

The Indian soldiers of the Andale tribe occasionally passed by Zhao Hongyu, a boy who was only fifteen or sixteen years old, and their eyes showed deep awe.

Just now, this young man with black hair and black eyes wearing strange clothes, killed more than a dozen enemies warriors alone.

Indian warriors respect such warriors very much.

Cut the enemy's throat, then cut off his scalp with a sharp dagger, and shouted loudly, and the excited Andal soldiers were filled with joy after victory.

As a modern person, even now, Zhao Hongyu is not very adaptable to the bloody killings on the American continent in this era. In his opinion, this kind of killing is really too bloody and cruel.

But he also knew that he could not change anything at all.

Killing like this has been going on in this land for a long time. A person as small as him cannot and cannot change, and he can do nothing.

And this kind of killing will also exist in the future.

Zhao Hongyu knew very well that Britain, France and the United States had never stopped killing Indians directly or indirectly. The Indian tribes also killed white people and Indians from other tribes, which was very clear.

The leader of the Andal tribe, "Bison", came to Zhao Hongyu and sat on the ground like him.

"How is it, isn't the injury serious?"

The chief inquired with concern.

With his eyes wide open, Zhao Hongyu looked at the middle-aged leader of the Andal tribe.

"My injuries are not a big problem, but this is the twelfth attack by the enemy within ninety sunrises. Your tribe cannot be beaten passively like this, and you cannot compare with them in terms of number of people. If I want me to say it's better to migrate."

Zhao Hongyu made suggestions.

After hearing Zhao Hongyu's words, the 'Bison' looked down at the black iron axe in his hand without making any sound.

After a long time, he said to Zhao Hongyu: "I was born here, we hunt in this forest and river. After I die, my children will continue to live on this land. There are no people who are afraid of death in the Andal tribe."

well!

Zhao Hongyu sighed deeply in his heart. It was the sixth time that he had persuaded the other party.

Unfortunately, this Indian tribe did not accept his proposal at all.

For the people from this Indian tribe, Zhao Hongyu has always been an outsider, and he is not from the Andal tribe.

Since it doesn't make sense, Zhao Hongyu is too lazy to talk anymore.

For the Andal tribe, he had done his best and had nothing to owe.

"I want to trade it again. We still have a lot of beavers and minks in our hands, and we need weapons."

The Bison looked at Zhao Hongyu very seriously.

After thinking for a while, Zhao Hongyu learned about the Indian leader’s plan.

This is his tribe that wants to fight back against the enemy.

"Yes, I need to go to the south, my tribe is still waiting for me to go back." Zhao Hongyu opened his mouth and said a lie.

In fact, only he himself understood that he had no "tribe" in this era, he was just a lonely man.

The reason why he said this was not only to tell the other party that he also had the intention to leave here.

The Andal tribe has a population of more than 600 people, and their hostile tribe is a large tribe with a population of 2,000, and has the support of the French. Therefore, if the bison tribe does not migrate, the fate of annihilation will only await them.

Unfortunately, they couldn't listen to his words, so Zhao Hongyu was too lazy to say anything else.

Anyway, I have helped them a lot in these three months and have already lost their favors to save them.

Thinking about the dozen scars on his body, Zhao Hongyu felt relieved.

"Yes, exchange for thirty beaver skins or fifteen marten skins." Zhao Hongyu came to his senses and nodded, agreeing to the other party's request.

Anyway, this matter is definitely not a loss for him.

A few hours later, Zhao Hongyu and the Bison traded at the hill one mile away on the west side of the Andale tribe.

The Bison was not sad about Zhao Hongyu's departure.

And Zhao Hongyu had nothing to nostalgic for. He didn't want to be buried with the Andal tribe, he just wanted to live a good life.

Live well in such an era without relatives and no reason.

After watching the backs of Wild Bison and others gradually fade away and disappear into the dense jungle, Zhao Hongyu sat on the rocks on the hill, looked at the hundreds of furs beside him and smiled bitterly.

Why did I encounter such a thing? Traveling through time...

Zhao Hongyu, a 36-year-old male, a senior executive of a Fortune 500 company, likes outdoor sports and adventure, and is a rich and handsome man with high education. However, these halos are useless to him.

Because, now he is in the American continent in 1620.

He had just completed a contract in the United States and boarded a plane and set off for his return home.

But just twenty minutes after the plane took off, when a bearded man shouted "Allah is the Greatest", a flash of flames flashed and Zhao Hongyu knew nothing.

When he woke up, he was already in a triangular tent with a triangular one surrounded by Indians wearing animal skins and feathers on his head.

At the same time, his age has changed from thirty-six to fifteen or sixteen, which is much younger.

When he first came to this world, Zhao Hongyu was very scared and confused in the face of the unfamiliar environment and the dirty Indians.

Because he couldn't speak loudly.

Perhaps every time traveler will have a little benefit, and he, Zhao Hongyu, is no exception.

God gave him a "skill" that is versatile in the world language, and also gave him a magic plug-in.

Sitting on the rocks on the hill, Zhao Hongyu raised his hand and looked at the ruby ​​ring on the middle finger of his left hand.

Speaking of this plug-in, that's really amazing.

Because as long as this ring is turned on, all products from the 21st century can be purchased. At the same time, items from this era can also be sold through rings until the 21st century.

In other words, as long as you have money, you can buy even a nuclear bomb...

For example, just now, Zhao Hongyu used thirty inferior axes made of pig iron to exchange for thousands of beavers and minks. The price of the thirty inferior axes was only a mere 1,000 yuan.

However, the price of these hundreds of furs is definitely more than this one.

According to the price in the 21st century, a beaver skin costs 280 yuan, while a mink skin costs 650 yuan per piece.

The profits of these thousands of fur transactions can be said to be absolutely dozens of times.

Such transactions and such profits have become less and less in the 21st century.

Unfortunately, Zhao Hongyu was in 1620 and he had nothing to be happy about.

After retracting his thoughts, Zhao Hongyu had a thought and activated the plug-in that he had become the "space-time trading device".

Is the transaction started?

Two options appeared in Zhao Hongyu's mind, and Zhao Hongyu thought about it and determined the option of "Yes".

A halo that others could not see flashed out of the fur, and in just one second the piles of furs that looked like hills disappeared from their original place.

When the furs disappeared, a cold metal synthesis sound echoed in Zhao Hongyu's mind.

This time I received 600 beaver skins, but the price fluctuations have increased to 290 yuan per piece. The mink skins have increased by 150 yuan per piece, and the price fluctuations have increased to 650 yuan per piece.

Ask if you want to trade?

Bang!

Two more options appeared in Zhao Hongyu's mind.

The price has risen, so what else is there to be dissatisfied with Zhao Hongyu? He is already very satisfied with the thirty inferior pig iron axes to get so many furs.

yes!

Dingdong, I received 600 beaver skins, and the purchase fee of 290 yuan was 174,000 yuan!

Dingdong, I received 150 minks, and the purchase fee of 650 yuan was 97,500 yuan!

Total: 271,500 yuan total (271,500)

According to the deal between Zhao Hongyu and the Andal tribe leader Bison, a inferior pig iron axe was exchanged for thirty beaver skins or fifteen mink skins.

Therefore, Zhao Hongyu exchanged twenty axes for six hundred beaver skins, and ten axes for the other party's 150 marten skins.

This is the largest transaction of the amount after Zhao Hongyu came to this world.

After the fur sold out of this transaction, a modern savings book appeared in Zhao Hongyu's mind, which clearly listed the wealth he now had.
To be continued...