"Come on, let's take a look!" Tang Changsheng led the way.
Qi was delighted. He had been worried Tang Changsheng might have no interest in the merchants.
It was a fairly small caravan, just over thirty people in all. Nearly half were armed warriors, each powerfully built and brimming with vigor. Yet for some reason, Tang Changsheng felt they were no match for the fighters under his command, let alone the Flower-Foot Barbarians.
He soon understood why. It was the difference between civilization and savagery. Before a civilization grew wealthy enough to support specialists, it was often no match for the wild.
Looking across the whole course of history in Tang Changsheng's world, that conclusion was easy to reach.
There was another reason, too. Though these men had awakened their bloodlines, their bloodline power seemed weak compared with the fighters of the Tribal Stockade.
One silent wizard stood off to the side, however, clearly a member of the caravan. That alone would make any Tribal Stockade wary... Any Tribal Stockade but Tang Changsheng's.
"Esteemed Tribal Chief Hong Sheng, we are merchants under King Pan. We hope to trade these goods for gold. That is, for this..."
As he spoke, the man who appeared to lead the caravan picked up a yellow Stone. It was a lump of Gold Mine ore weighing at least five or six pounds.
With a wave of his hand, he had his men unload the pack animals. Their goods included iron tools and weapons, along with cloth woven from silk.
Every one of Tang Changsheng's men stared until their eyes turned red, though to him the goods were nothing but junk.
"How would the trade work?"
Tang Changsheng had no use for the goods, but he kept his expression still.
"An equal weight of gold for