Where can Ah Hai answer Li Mingxun's question? He could only tell everything he knew. He took out a strand of hair from his arms and said, "This was what was hung on the tree at the beginning. At first we didn't take it seriously. Later, I heard from Mia that this is the tradition of the Huweilong people. When the surrounding villages and communities have disputes with them, they will adopt this method. Leaving hair means that the captured person will not die. They will come back to tell us about the Huweilong people's demands, but they should be back within two days."

"If this is the case, it may be that there are no Chinese-speaking people among the natives of the Huweilong Society!" said Song Laoqi.

Li Mingxun lowered his head and thought it was very possible. The reason was very simple. Although the Huweilong Society belongs to the Pingpu people in terms of division, like these villages, like these villages, and did not have a history of interaction with the Han people, nor did they learn to grow crops. They make a living by fishing and hunting, and their customs are more similar to the Gaoshan people, but they are also hostile to the Gaoshan people.

After thinking about it, there was no clue. Li Mingxun said: "It seems that the people from Huweilong Club want to have a talk, and the best result is to go there. I'm going to see it tomorrow."

"Big shopkeeper, I'll go with you!" Song Laoqi was the first to say. The rest of the people also shouted, and some people were dissuading them not to go.

Li Mingxun said: "We are going to negotiate, not war, Manager Song cannot go, the construction of the salt farm and winery is a big deal, and Ah Hai is not allowed to go even if he manages the warehouse and the market."

The next morning, Li Mingxun went upstream on a fishing boat, but he would not go alone. There were ten guards and the leader of the team, Gao Feng, who came out of the guard station, a powerful man with a strong bow and a bag of arrows, and twenty or thirty people could not get close to him.

"Big shopkeeper, you're here to go. You'll be fine. This is what Boss Lin has given many instructions." Gao Feng said, taking a set of armor from the ship.

Li Mingxun naturally knew that the trip was dangerous, so he put the cob and flintlock gun aside, put the leather armor inlaid with armor leaves in an important position in his heart, put on an iron helmet, and then got off the ship.

The wind blew through the dense forest. Li Mingxun smelled the smell of camphor mixed with moss. The fog rose on the ground covered with dead branches and fallen leaves. The surroundings were silent. Thirty steps away, no one was seen. Gao Feng asked everyone to get closer and then moved towards the place where he found his hair.

Li Mingxun regretted coming in person. His ears were filled with heavy breathing and the sound of colliding with armor leaves. Thick trees appeared and disappeared in the fog. Li Mingxun always felt that someone was staring at him, but he couldn't see anything.

"Big shopkeeper, this is where something happened at that time." Gao Feng said, pointing to a half-cut eucalyptus tree.

Li Mingxun nodded slightly and looked around. There was still a lot of wood on the ground. These woods would be used as building materials for wineries and salt warehouses and branches as fuel, so they were divided very well.

Suddenly, Li Mingxun saw a shadow in the distance and felt more and more that it was a person. He seemed to be looking at him. He shouted, "Who is it!"

Then he heard the whimpering sound of wind, which became closer and closer. Li Mingxun shouted to be careful and hid behind the eucalyptus tree. With a whoosh, something hit the eucalyptus tree in front of Li Mingxun. The bark and stones flew around him. Seeing that the natives had used it, Li Mingxun knew that it was a stone-casting rope used by the natives. After avoiding it, he took a look and found that the black shadow was running back, and Gao Feng beside him had already bent his bow and arrow and aimed at the target.

"Don't kill me!" Li Mingxun shouted in a hurry.

Gao Feng smiled slightly, the arrow flew out, and the sharp arrow shot through the man's calves and inserted it into the ground. The man was about to escape, but was overwhelmed by the guards who were chasing him.

"Big shopkeeper, look." Gao Feng handed the catapult rope made of deer skin and tendons to Li Mingxun.

Li Mingxun didn't know how to use it either. He only took out a few pebbles from his pocket, but knew that with the master, these two could take human life within fifty steps.

The two guards came over and said, "Big shopkeeper, this man said nothing. I checked around and said, this man should be a whistle detective."

These two guards were the best hunters in Jialuo Village and also understood the indigenous languages, so Li Mingxun brought them.

"Do you have a way to let him tell the location of the nest?" Li Mingxun asked.

The two guards looked at each other and said the older one: "Actually there is no need to be such a trouble. The shopkeeper wants to see their leader, just wait here."

Seeing that Li Mingxun was puzzled, he explained: "The people in Huweilong Club value friendship the most, and they will definitely come to find him."

Li Mingxun nodded and said, "Tie this person and bandage the wound, we'll be waiting."

The people of Huweilong Club did not let Li Mingxun wait for a long time. As noon approached, the fog began to dissipate under the sun. Rust of sound came from the jungle in the distance. Gao Feng immediately became alert. He ordered the guards to light the fuse and use the piles of wood and big trees as cover to guard the surroundings.

However, the Huweilong people did not mean to attack. A long pole made of a red cypress tree appeared first in the clearing ground produced by logging. There was an animal skin on it and a tiger was painted on it. It should be the totem of the Huweilong Society. On both sides of the totem, there were nearly fifty native barbarians armed with deer antlers, flint spears and stone axes. There were figures flashing behind them, and they should be archers holding stone-cat ropes and short bows.

The people who came were more primitive than those of the Hongya tribe. The messy hair and messy animal skin clothes made them almost unable to distinguish between men and women. However, Li Mingxun recognized that this was a member of the Huweilong Society, not the Gaoshan Barbarians. The reason was very simple. They were taller than other Pingpu tribes and were barely comparable to those of the northerners. Li Mingxun himself was 1.78 meters tall. He stood with the merchants and natives on weekdays, and felt very outstripping, but there was not much difference in height with the people of the Huweilong Society in front of him.

The two sides stood about thirty steps apart, and a tall and thin man walked out of the crowd opposite. Through the light between the leaves, Li Mingxun saw his delicate eyes, the connected beard and hair, wearing black bear skin, as if his body could merge with the shadows in the jungle.

There were two knives around his waist, one with flint inlaid, and the other one was more similar to the rib gap with the Japanese. Obviously, this was not the natives' own production. When he saw this man, the two guards from hunters all retreated, looking a little frightened.

Li Mingxun looked at them, and the older guard whispered: "This person should be Baron, the strongest hunter of the Huwei Long Club. Everyone says he is the king of the jungle."

Seeing that Li Mingxun was puzzled, the guard said, "Balon is the only hunter among the Pingpu tribe that the high mountain barbarians fear. Two years ago, he even hunted five Dutch people alone, and he is also the son of the patriarch."

Li Mingxun didn't believe it. The handsome man in front of him who couldn't see clearly was one of the few good players. After Baron judged that Li Mingxun was the leader, he pointed to the injured native, said a few words, and the guard translated: "Big shopkeeper, he wants to exchange prisoners!"

As he said that the caught lumberjack dragged it out of the crowd. He did not seem to have been abused other than his hair cut. Baron cut open the rope on his body, and Li Mingxun also released the native. The two walked towards their own side. Baron looked at his injured calves for a while, walked forward a few steps away from the crowd, and only two people guarded him.

Li Mingxun brought Gao Feng and the hunter forward to negotiate. The two sides were no longer nervous. The large group of people retreated one after another. Baron took the lead and asked: "You are not Red-haired Yi or Fu Guy. Who are you?"

After listening to the translation, Li Mingxun was a little puzzled. It would be fine if he was not a red-haired man. Anyway, his side had a big difference with those Thais, but it would be wrong to say that he was not a lucky man. Most of the trading companies are from Fujian. Although he has a northern accent, he has not talked to him yet. Li Mingxun didn't guess and asked Balong directly.

Baron said a lot, and when the hunter translated it, Li Mingxun felt a cold sweat on his back. It turned out that since he stepped onto the land of Jialuo Village, the people of Huweilong Club noticed themselves. The trading company set up a fair trading market by Bazhang Creek and traded with the surrounding villages and communities. All of them were seen by Baron. Even Baron knew the escort training. What was even more terrifying was that on New Year's Eve, Baron took people to monitor outside the village. Seeing the villagers firing guns to celebrate, he was even sure that Li Mingxun and his party were not ordinary lucky guys.

The reason is very simple. Although foreign Han people also have conflicts with indigenous peoples, they are all targets of exploitation by the Dutch. In addition to merchants entering Hong Kong for trade, the Dutch did not allow the Han people to have weapons such as mesh guns, artillery, and other weapons, nor would the Han people be allowed to train their troops. Based on this, Baron determined that the new Han people in the Jialuo Village were not simple, they were not the Dutch people's obedient people, nor were the Dutch lackeys. If these two were excluded, the answer would be obvious.

Li Mingxun never expected that his secret would be seen through by an indigenous young man he had never met. He had to reexamine the young man in front of him and re-plan his relationship with the Huweilong Society.

"You ask Baron, what did he have put in so much effort? "Li Mingxun was about to look at the other party's cards before taking action.

The Hunter translated the past, but he quickly quarreled with Baron, and seemed unable to communicate with something. Finally, the Hunter said: "Big shopkeeper, he said he wanted to exchange some scepters of thunder and fire from you with sand and deer skin, and the villain didn't know what he said."

"The scepter of Thunder and Fire?" Li Mingxun touched the word, took out the mesh rope gun from the deer-skin bag on his back, and asked, "Is it a musket?"

Judging from the changes in Baron's expression when he saw the mezzanine, Li Mingxun knew that he wanted this thing.

Needless to ask, Li Mingxun also knows why Baron wanted a musket. Many people in the Huweilong Club died under the Dutch's melee gun, and the Huweilong Club had no weapons to fight against it. If you want to take revenge, you can only obtain the same weapons as the Dutch.

"I'm sorry, I can't give you a musket!" Li Mingxun flatly rejected Baron's request. Although he also wanted more sand and deer skin, he valued the current good situation more than high profits. Baron would definitely use it when he got the musket. Once the Dutch learned about it, his career would come to an end.

Baron obviously couldn't accept this result. He untied his pocket from the people around him, revealing a bag of golden sand. He said something eagerly. Li Mingxun knew that he was raising the exchange price. Seeing that he was not trying to use a strong look, Li Mingxun seemed to be reasonable, he simply said: "I won't sell you the musket. In addition to not wanting Hong Maoyi to know, there are two important reasons. One is that my musket can only protect itself at present and there is no extra sale to you. The second reason is that I can't afford it either!"

As he said that, Li Mingxun sat on the ground, spread out the deer skin, poured out all the lead and gunpowder in the musket, then meticulously cleaned the gun chamber, loaded the medicine, lit the fuse, and finally fired a shot at a big tree.

"You have also seen that muskets are very complicated to use, and learning to use and can be used to kill enemies, you must practice at least a hundred times like you did just now. After a hundred times, the lead and gunpowder consumed are worth one-third of the golden sand you just took out." Li Mingxun said slowly, and finally asked: "Balon, if you count this way, how many musketmen can your Huweilong Club train? Twenty or thirty? No more than two hundred, and you can't fight against the Red Mahogany at all. But if the wealth of the entire clan is used to buy and learn to use muskets, then what will the life of the entire clan be like?"

Baron fell into deep thought, and suddenly he smiled and asked, "If you say this, you will not object to our war with the Red-Fao Yi, so you are also the enemy of the Red-Fao Yi!"

For a long time, whether in Manila or Taiwan, the indigenous people Li Mingxun met were simple, or a little stupid, but he never thought that the young man in front of him was so smart and his thinking jumped very quickly. Li Mingxun had not yet reacted. Baron said: "Then let's form an alliance. After we form an alliance, we will become stronger and we can trade. If you make money, you will have more muskets. When one day you are stronger than the Red Mavericks, you will go to war with them, right?"
Chapter completed!