Chapter 181: This Fuzu Tribe Really Deserves to Die

Chapter 181: Chapter 181: This Fuzu Tribe Really Deserves to Die

Brada casually tossed the handkerchief onto the table. He raised a slight eyebrow, and a rare smile appeared on his face.

"I heard Zerev sent a weaver and a loom to Ten Thousand Beasts City previously. Do you know about this?"

Moye hadn’t expected this to be Brada’s first question. However, he knew that since Brada asked, he must already know the truth. But just how much did he know? That, Moye couldn’t guess.

Sticking to the principle of "the more you say, the more mistakes you make," he gave a brief reply. "That did happen."

Seeing that Moye was trying to dodge the question, Brada didn’t waste time and cut straight to the chase. "Why did he send such an important loom and weaver here?

"You must know that there are no looms anywhere other than the Holy Capital. Although there’s no explicit rule in the Holy Capital forbidding the spread of looms, did he get the Yilong Family Master’s permission to do this?"

Realizing Brada was threatening to report the matter to the Yilong Family Master, Moye quickly said, "No, please don’t, Mr. Brada. You absolutely must not tell the Family Head.

"Mr. Zerev wanted to prepare a surprise for the Family Head."

"A surprise?" Brada was somewhat curious.

Moye sighed, feigning helplessness as he explained. "It’s like this. When Mr. Zerev came to catch the sugar smugglers, he discovered that the climate around Ten Thousand Beasts City is suitable for growing jute, castor, and mulberry hemp.

"So, he wanted to build a weaving workshop here."

"Building a weaving workshop outside the Holy Capital... he certainly has bold ideas."

Brada hadn’t expected this to be the reason. However, the reason linen clothing in the Holy Capital was so expensive wasn’t just because the weaving process was complex. The other reason was that the Holy Capital wasn’t suitable for growing raw materials like jute and castor.

The necessary materials were collected from all over, and with a limited annual yield, the amount of fabric that could be produced was naturally limited as well.

"It’s true, Mr. Brada. If you don’t believe me, you can come with me to see the castor fields."

Previously, because Ophelia wanted to weave, she had early on cleared an acre of land to plant jute, mulberry hemp, and castor. These plants grew rapidly, and the favorable climate of Ten Thousand Beasts City was indeed perfect for them.

In just a month or two, a batch had already matured, and a new batch had been planted. Once Lante finished developing the loom, they could begin mass production. When that time came, the people of the Fuzu Tribe and even Ten Thousand Beasts City would be able to wear linen.

This was something Moye hadn’t even dared to imagine before.

"Is that so?" Brada kept his eyes fixed on Moye, able to tell from his expression that he was telling the truth.

"Would you like to go take a look, Mr. Brada?" Moye wore a timely look of pride on his face, as if showing off.

Seeing his demeanor, Brada became even more convinced that this was the real reason.

He waved his hand. "I’m tired today, so I won’t go. Anyway, I’ll be in Ten Thousand Beasts City for a long time; there will be plenty of opportunities to see it.

"All right, it’s getting late. I’m going to rest."

Moye naturally agreed and personally led Brada to a bedroom to rest.

By the time he returned to his own room, he let out a heavy sigh of relief, though he knew this was only the first hurdle.

The next day, before Moye was even fully awake, he was roused by Beast Servant Kaka. He hurriedly threw on his clothes and went to the meeting hall.

Brada was already dressed and ready to go. The moment he saw Moye, he ordered, "Come, take me for a stroll around the trading markets near Ten Thousand Beasts City. I want to see if there’s anything novel I can bring back for my sister."

As a result, Moye didn’t even have time to eat breakfast before taking Brada to browse the markets.

However, ever since the walled shops of the Fuzu Tribe had been built, the number of vendors setting up stalls in the trading markets had significantly decreased. Therefore, strolling through several markets didn’t take much time at all.

Looking at the sparse crowds in the market, Brada frowned in suspicion. "What kind of City Lord of Ten Thousand Beasts City are you? The nearby trading markets have turned into this state, and you aren’t doing anything about it."

The trading markets represented a boost to the productive labor force of the tribes. If the situation in the markets was poor, it meant that the nearby tribes were struggling and didn’t have excess food to trade. If things continued this way, life in the Holy Capital would also be affected.

Hearing Brada’s reprimand, Moye didn’t dare argue. He could only apologize profusely, "It is my negligence. Once I return, I will definitely strengthen management."

"It’s good that you know. If you can’t do it, we’ll replace you with someone who can."

Constantly threatening to replace him as City Lord made Moye somewhat angry. But no matter how angry he was, he didn’t let it show on his face.

After finishing their tour of this final trading market, Brada spotted a green watermelon.

"Is this a cold melon?"

"Yes, yes, yes! Do you want it? It only costs one Red Crystal Stone."

"One Red Crystal Stone?" Brada raised an eyebrow.

Even in the Holy Capital, which wasn’t lacking in cold melons, a single one would sell for an Orange Crystal Stone. Why was it even cheaper in a low-level tribe like Ten Thousand Beasts City?

"This is fake, isn’t it? Otherwise, how could it be so cheap?" He was somewhat in disbelief.

"It’s real." The male beastman anxiously rubbed his neck. He had picked this cold melon from the mountains four or five days ago; if he couldn’t trade it soon, it would go bad.

"Fine, if you say it’s real, then crack it open right in front of me. If it really is a cold melon, I’ll give you an Orange Crystal Stone. But if it’s fake..."

Before Brada could even finish his sentence, the male cleanly split the watermelon down the middle.

Seeing the green rind broken open to reveal the red flesh inside, accompanied by the familiar melon fragrance, Brada confirmed that it truly was a cold melon.

"Why are you selling this cold melon so cheaply?"

Over in the Holy Capital, there were people who specialized in cultivating cold melons, but the yield was very low, and they were exclusively for the residents of the Holy Capital to consume. In low-level tribes like Ten Thousand Beasts City, no one cultivated cold melons. Any melons they possessed had likely been picked deep in the mountains. Furthermore, they weren’t exactly easy to come by. So why was this male’s cold melon so cheap?

The male didn’t speak; he merely looked at Brada.

Brada glanced at Kaka behind him. Kaka took an Orange Crystal Stone from the Beast Skin Bag at his waist and tossed it into the male’s arms.

"Take it. A reward from Mr. Brada."

Seeing that it was indeed an Orange Crystal Stone, the male grinned from ear to ear in delight. This single Orange Crystal Stone could be exchanged for a hundred head of prey. He wouldn’t need to work hard hunting for the rest of the summer.

"Now you can answer my question, right?"

"It’s all because of the Fuzu Tribe. They sell all their fruit for one Red Crystal Stone. If I set my price too high, no one will want it."

"Fuzu Tribe?" It didn’t sound like a Beast Clan tribe.

"Yeah, they have specialized walled shops that have attracted all the vendors from the surrounding trading markets. Over time, fewer and fewer people have been coming to this market to trade."

"This Fuzu Tribe is truly detestable." Just mentioning the Fuzu Tribe made the male grind his teeth in bitter resentment.