Even so, Santos still had to make some preparations, so he trembled from the watchtower. After finally getting down to the ground, he gasped for a while, and then called more than a dozen natives to come and greet them with a bullet and a steel knife and spear. At the same time, he asked someone to inform those who were still farming and make a little preparation.

At this time, the team of people Santos saw had already walked out of the woods. They had no cover, but came towards the village openly. This open posture made Santos relieved. Moreover, they were not many, but only twenty people. Although each of them had weapons in their hands, it was normal to have these things when they were walking through the jungle. Moreover, the weapons of the twenty people were actually very primitive. Except for the two people walking in front, each with an iron machete, the others only had short spears (the spearhead was just the sharp wood after burning) and the blow pipe that blew poison arrows. This is also the usual armed level of the natives in more remote places. They had almost no metal products in their hands, so their equipment level was always very low. Santos estimated that the two iron machetes in these people were mostly obtained through transactions.

Seeing Santos coming over with his men, a short guy came out of the group. The man handed a blow tube in his hand to the person beside him, and then spread his hands and walked towards Santos. Santos recognized that this man was the small leader of a tribe in the farther forest, named Silva. They used to come to their villages in Santos and exchanged them for salt and iron tools. Their two iron machetes were given to them by the priest who gave the short a Spanish name, Carlos, when they went to their missions to preach, and the other one they exchanged from Santos.

"Hey, Santos, do you still have that machete, and salt, we have something here, and we want to exchange something with you," the man shouted.

"Monkey, what did you bring this time?" Santos asked. In fact, he knew roughly what the guy named Silva could bring, it was nothing more than bacon.

Santos directly called Silva a monkey, but Silva did not mean anything unhappy, because the name monkey did not seem to be discriminatory in his opinion. In fact, before the priest gave him a name that he didn't understand what it meant, his name was monkey.

"Oldly, bacon, and a big eagle, the cage behind it is filled with it." Silva replied.

"A big eagle?" Santos became interested. He knew what the big eagle in Silva's mouth was. It was a beautiful eagle unique to Luzon. Its wings were spread out and almost as long as a spear. The Spaniards liked this rare prey, so if they could get such an eagle, they might have to switch to several muskets from the Spanish. It would be more than enough to use it to exchange for machetes. Santos looked back and saw two people carrying a cage, which seemed to be a big bird inside. He sighed and said, "Monkey, you came here unfortunately. If it were the past, such a big eagle could indeed be replaced with a machete and a large bag of good salt. But now, those white people are fighting with those bad people who believe in the devil. They are temporarily surrounded, so no one will buy this big eagle. So..."

In fact, even if the Spaniards are surrounded, this big eagle can still be sold at a good price, because now there are other white people on the island, such as the Dutch. As the de facto allies of the Chinese, these Dutch people often appear in Luzon, and they even trade with the natives who are hostile to the Chinese. Anyway, as long as they have money, they can make money. Although they cannot exchange the big eagle for guns or something (the Chinese have very strict control over this), they can still exchange it for gold coins. In any case, such a big eagle is definitely more than an iron machete and a bag of salt. However, it is really a pity to God's teachings not to bully such uncivilized natives, right?

In fact, Santos and others despise the "non-civilized natives" even more than the Spanish. Although they are "non-civilized natives" in the eyes of the Spanish, they themselves feel that although they are not as good as white people, they are more advanced and more "civilized" than other natives. They even feel that the Spanish and other white people despise them because there are also these "non-civilized" guys with similar skin color dragging them down. In order to show the difference between them and "those barbaric natives", they must also be more harsh to these natives. Therefore, it is very normal and even very necessary to bully others during transactions.

This kind of emotion is actually very common. For example, there was an American film called "Django Rescued". There is a clip in it that is particularly interesting: When the free black Django appeared near the manor of a white slave owner in the south on a horse, the white people had no reaction yet. The old black slave, as the manor housekeeper, first jumped out and scolded Django as a black man who did not know his identity, but actually "dare to ride a horse in a noble white manor without even believing whether he deserved it"! Because as a "higher black man",

He could not tolerate that there were black people who could be higher than him. Recently, a senior Chinese who was said to be very successful in the United States sent an open letter to new Chinese immigrants in English, accusing them of being unwilling to honestly integrate into American society and wanting to retain Chinese characteristics. That is the reason. In fact, if there are people in this world who don’t think of China the most, it is estimated that the "higher Chinese" can even be ranked ahead of Japan, because if China really develops well, they will not be able to show their "advancedness".

Silva narrowed his eyes, as if he was not very satisfied with the situation. He asked after a while: "So what can this big eagle be replaced?"

"Nothing can be exchanged." Santos said with a smile, "Except for white people, whoever wants this thing, will also cost meat to raise. I don't want it for nothing."

"This... it took a lot of effort to catch it, and you said you wanted this last time..." Silva's face turned black.

"Last time was last time, now now. It's no wonder I." Santos looked at the steel knives and muskets in the hands of more than a dozen villagers who followed him, and said, "How about this, you can take this big eagle back and raise it for a while. When the white men cleared the siege and won the battle, someone will naturally buy it. Then you can bring this big eagle over, and you can still exchange it for an iron machete and a bag of salt."

Silva seemed to want to say something, but he held it back. After a while, he asked again: "How long will it take to wait?"

"This is not sure, it's about a year faster. If it's slower, it might take two years." Santos replied easily. He knew that those "uncivilized" natives would definitely not be able to raise a group of big eagles that had to eat meat every meal for a year or two.

Silva lowered her head, thought for a long time, and then said: "If I kill it and sell meat, how much do you give it?"

"It's not worth anything." Santos was unmoved at all. "How much bacon have you brought? Don't worry about that bird, look at your bacon."

Silva waved his hand, and several "lower natives" came over with some rattan baskets. They placed the baskets in front of Santos and asked him to check the bacon inside.

"These bacon is not very good," Santos said with a frown, "I can only give you a pack of salt for each basket."

"How can this work?" Silva said with wide eyes, "It takes half a pack of salt to make such a basket!"

"If you don't want to, you can take the things back and eat them yourself." Santos was unshakable.

Silva stared at Santos' eyes, as if he wanted to get angry, but Santos was unmoved. He knew that only Silva had the power and strength to be hard on him, and that was his own pursuit of death. Sure enough, the flames in Silva's eyes disappeared, and the look of begging for mercy rose from his face.

"Add a little more...this is too little...please, add a little more? Even a little bit..." Silva said at last.

"Well, for the sake of our friends." Santos smiled sincerely, "If you give me that big bird, I will give you half a bag of salt. Who made us friends?"

After some bargaining, Silva finally surrendered and accepted the price of Santos. At this time, the sun was about to set.

Silva said: "Santos Village Chief, can we spend the night in your village tonight and leave tomorrow?"

"Of course, who made us good friends?" Santos replied.

It is impossible to travel through the jungle at night to walk on the night road. In the past transactions, these people stayed in the village for one night and went back the next day.

In a blink of an eye, it was already the second half of the night. The moon had set and the sun had not come out yet. It was the darkest time of the day. In addition to the birds and the lookouts on duty on the watchtower, everything fell asleep. But at this time, Silva suddenly woke up.

Silva and others were arranged in a thatched hut, and they lay all over the floor of the house. Silva stretched out her feet and kicked the two people sleeping next to him. They all sat up all of a sudden, obviously they were awake.

"It's almost time." Silva lowered his voice, "Everyone is ready."

So the dozen people got up, smeared the blow tube and took the blow tube and other things in their hands. Silva twisted the bottom of the blow tube and pulled out a dagger from there...
Chapter completed!