In the face of Kant, these caravan members were quite respectful and did not have half of them rude.

In their subconscious, Kant is equal to the high nobles of the Calradia continent, even if they are Svadians, but for the nobles of their Vikzhia Kingdom, they have to be treated with high standard etiquette, not to mention them commoners?

"Hmm." Kant just nodded, his expression unchanged.

This is the aristocratic status arranged by the system.

Looking behind, the three carriages of the caravan were neatly bundled, and they were full of goods when they looked at it.

"It's a pity."

Kant sighed in his heart.

He didn't have any dinars to buy them.

"My lord, these are the specialties we brought to Zhivadin."

The leader of the caravan laughed and explained, "Our caravan sells wool at a very cheap price, as well as some tools, pig iron, linen, and other foods, including air-dried meat, smoked fish, wheat, and so on. ”

After a pause, he continued: "Of course, we also buy specialties. ”

"Buying a specialty?"

Kant frowned slightly: "How to acquire?" ”

This made him a little curious.

Before this caravan arrived, he really didn't know that he could sell something to them.

"Yes, we're going to buy something at the same time."

The caravan leader glanced sideways at the Consulate of Dehrim, swept his eyes over the grocery store, and said with some emotion: "I see that there is a spare store, my lord, if you don't mind and want my team to move the goods here, we will stay here for a week." ”

"Hmm." Kant nodded: "You can arrange it for 1 week." ”

He replied with a heartfelt answer.

After all, I don't have any money in my hands now, and I can't buy anything.

"Thank you so much, my lord."

The leader of the caravan was very grateful, and quickly bent down to thank him.

At the same time, the mercenary sentries behind him also drove the wagons over, leaving deep rut marks on the sand, obviously their three carriages were not low in terms of cargo capacity.

Kant knew it in his heart.

The caravans on the continent of Calradia basically have fixed trade routes.

In the cities of the trade routes, buy at a low price, sell at a high price, or accumulate supplies and return to your city.

These are the basic routines of business.

"This is my place, and I don't have any supplies to buy."

Kant secretly smiled bitterly.

Although "Deherim" is called this name, it is not comparable to the real "Deherim" on the continent of Calradia.

A small village that can't even be self-sufficient in food and wants to develop a business is too whimsical, even with systematic help.

But Kant let them go.

For the current Sentry Oasis, it would also be great to add a bit of popularity.

Shrugging his shoulders, Kant also laughed at himself: "At least you don't have to feel it, it's like being abandoned by the world." ”

Back to normal.

Kant walked towards the Consulate Hall, where he still had a bit of a plan for a special mission.

Return to the Consulate.

As soon as he sat down, the Swadian militia who was in charge of guarding the door of the Consulate Hall walked in with iron-clad spears in hand and reported respectfully: "Your Excellency, the leader of the caravan wants to see you. ”

The Consulate Hall is not something that anyone can get in if they want to.

"Let him in."

Kant nodded, apparently seeing the caravan leader standing outside the door.

This caravan leader is probably in his 40s, with a little gray hair on his temples, but he still looks energetic, and he can obviously lead a caravan in a city alone, and he is not an ordinary person.

In fact, these caravan leaders are generally appointed after the retirement of top soldiers.

Although equipped only with iron-clad armor and Germanic swords, the proficiency of weapons and horseback riding skills are comparable to those of Swadia knights.

But in front of Kant, he was unusually submissive.

He bent down and bowed his head and said, "Lord Lord, I took the liberty of disturbing me. ”

"It's okay, I'm not busy right now."

Kant looked at the caravan leader and asked calmly, "Is there something wrong?" ”

The leader of the caravan replied respectfully: "My lord, I see that your village seems to be planted with date palms?" If you have abundant production, we can buy some of the dates. ”

"Buying dates?" Kant was stunned.

The caravan leader nodded affirmatively: "Yes, my lord, dates are a specialty of the Salander Sultanate, they taste sweet, and they sell well in other countries." ”

"Of course, you can." Kant nodded immediately.

He collected more than a dozen rattan baskets of dates last week, and although he ate some these days, it was no problem to make up ten rattan baskets.

But Kant's brow furrowed slightly, and he asked rhetorically, "Is it the dinar?" ”

The currency of the acquisition he was talking about was, of course, the dinar.

This is the only currency recognized by the system.

"Of course."

And the leader of the caravan nodded, with a bit of strangeness on his face: "My lord, do you want to exchange dates for some goods?" We may also barter, but of course the price will be offset by the value of the goods. ”

Kant's face was stunned.

But he still reacted and said directly: "No, you don't need to, just settle with the dinar." ”

"Follow your arrangement." The caravan leader was a little unsure.

Of course he didn't know that Kant was thinking about the dinar now, and his head was a little dizzy when he thought about it, and he wanted to go directly to the tribe of the gnolls and fight against these murderous primitive creatures!

Without the dinar, it is impossible to move an inch!

"Someone."

Kant said to the militia waiting at the door: "Take our friends to the warehouse and see the dates we have dried." ”

The militiaman nodded: "Understood." ”

The leader of the caravan apologized, and followed the militiaman towards the storage room next to the Consulate, where a dozen rattan baskets of dates were piled up, all dried in the previous good weather.

The dates they often talk about are actually the finished products after this kind of drying.

Fresh dates are not resistant to storage, or dried dates are the most convenient to store and carry in desert climates.

And dried dates after drying taste sweeter.

Soon, the leader of the caravan came out, holding a date in his hand and chewing it in his mouth, with an intoxicated look on his face: "My lord, the texture of these dates is really good. ”

"The finest dates." Kant nodded, a smile on his lips.

He was careful.

The dates produced by the system are definitely high-quality.

"That's really good."

The leader of the caravan swallowed the dates, looked at Kant and said respectfully, "If you wish, I can collect these dates for 50 dinars per basket." ”

"50 dinars?" Kant frowned slightly.

10 baskets of dates were exchanged for 500 dinars.

That's most of the fruit of 20 date palm trees, weighing thousands of pounds!

The leader of the caravan shrugged his shoulders slightly, and said with helplessness on his face: "My lord, although dates are delicious, they are not a necessity, in fact, many people eat this kind of thing as a dessert, so the price will be so high." ”

After a pause, the caravan leader continued: "If it is a date of poor quality, we will not give the price of 50 dinars at all. ”

"Okay, just the price you said."

Kant's face was calm, and he seemed unusual.

But in his heart, he is really bitter, this businessman is really a traitor.

If it weren't for the lack of choice, Kant really didn't want to sell his dates just like that.

After all, it can also be used as a food reserve.

"What a wise decision you made." The caravan leader said flatteringly.

Kant smiled faintly: "Perhaps." ”

The lack of dinar is his biggest problem at the moment, and in order to maintain his troops, he can only choose to sell these dates, after all, compared to bread, these dates are actually not very full for the stomach, although they are very nutritious.

However, Kant also seemed to have something in mind, and asked the caravan leader, "Do you have barley in your cargo?" ”

"Yes, my lord, there is wheat."

The leader of the caravan replied, "50 dinars for 1 bag, you can choose to sow or grind into flour." ”

"Give me a bag." Kant nodded, and at the same time said, "I intend to sow seeds." ”

"In that case, I can pick the best bag for you."

Smiling, the caravan leader said, "However, in the desert oasis, you need to replenish water in time when sowing wheat, otherwise the hot weather will scorch your wheat seedlings." ”

"Thanks for the reminder." Kant smiled.

These Swadia farmers also know it.

The pond dug in advance and the cleared silt can be used as fertilizer for wheat.

Kill two birds with one stone.

PS: Two more today, make up tomorrow...