Lin Mo looked in the direction he pointed.
On the screen, a dozen broad-shouldered, thick-waisted minotaurs and werewolves crowded tightly around the Great Xia Household Goods Section.
What they coveted most was not cutting-edge technology, but practical everyday necessities.
A minotaur merchant hugged a box of "Thickened, Soft and Durable Toilet Paper," grinning goofily.
On the Terra Continent, half-orcs usually had only leaves or clods of earth to use after going to the toilet. Those who were more particular washed with water.
When they first touched Great Xia's three-ply, embossed toilet paper, so soft and gentle on the skin, it felt just like touching an elf's cheek.
The seasonings section was even crazier.
Several Cat-Eared Clan merchants stood in line, stuffing box after box of Light Soy Sauce, Lao Gan Ma, Thirteen-Spice Blend, and Cumin Powder into cloth sacks.
Beside them, a Great Xia sales assistant was sweating with anxiety as he stopped a werewolf trying to chug Light Soy Sauce straight from the bottle:
"Hey, hey, hey! This is Light Soy Sauce! It's for seasoning food when you cook, not drinking straight!"
The werewolf could not care less.
He had just sampled a grilled meat skewer marinated in Great Xia Seasonings and had been so moved that tears streamed down his face.
Yes, this was the flavor. Warwick had brought back a batch of seasonings before and let him taste it, and he had never forgotten it.
Now, at last, he had some of his own!
Watching the surveillance feed, Zhao Gang sighed.
"Half-orcs are too poor. They can't afford anything too expensive."
"But seasonings and everyday goods that cost a few yuan or a few dozen yuan are treasures in their eyes."
"They can take them back, sell them to their fellow tribesmen at several times the price,