He took out the sickle-like tool he had obtained when he first discovered the alien life-form.
Speaking of this weapon, its sharpness had to be mentioned.
Even the alloy dagger Old Xu had given him paled in comparison to this sickle.
But the sickle was simply too large.
It was nowhere near as convenient as a dagger.
So Ye Yuan usually preferred the dagger and rarely used this pitch-black sickle.
But today, he needed to break open wooden crates, and the dagger was clearly not as useful as the sickle.
The wooden crate had long since rotted away. Forget a strike from this sharp sickle—
Even an ordinary iron rod could easily smash it apart.
As Ye Yuan shattered the wooden crate, a large number of coins spilled out from inside.
Most of them were gold and silver coins.
He opened the other wooden crate, which was likewise filled with a large number of coins.
It seemed this had been where the currency was stored before the ship sank.
With a wave of his hand, he put the two large crates of coins into his space.
Ye Yuan continued searching and eventually found a place resembling a cargo hold.
There, he discovered a large number of oak barrels.
He casually smashed one open and found that it contained a solid, greasy substance.
He did not know what this grease was, but that did not mean others would not know.
After all, there were many well-traveled, knowledgeable mercenaries in his space.
Ye Yuan sent a large chunk of the grease into his space and quickly received an answer.
This white solid grease was actually whale oil.
The answer was unexpected, yet perfectly reasonable.
As Ye Yuan understood it, whale oil had been a highly valuable commodity in the late sixteenth century.