Super Chief

"Are you really an Indian? Not a citizen of our British Empire?" In Major Hank's tent, the majestic Royal British Army major asked again. He had asked the same question three times. Yes, this is the fourth time.

　　 Although Lieutenant Ferguson didn't ask, he still had the same expression, obviously he still didn't quite believe what Shixiong said just now.

　　 After all, the fluent London accent and the standard aristocratic courtesy are not something a barbarian in the New World can learn. In fact, even in the UK, people who can freely use the gentleman's courtesy and communicate with such an accent are true nobles. Even Major Hank and himself couldn't do such a move.

Shi Xiong coughed helplessly, and turned the subject off abruptly: "Major Hank, I'm here to discuss the content of our transaction with you this time. Well, there are some in our tribe that you should be very good at. Interesting things, when our leader talked with you before, we didn’t say those things. This time I got the joint authorization of the Kabul priest and the leader to talk to you about the trading methods of these things. I believe you I will definitely be interested in these things in our hands."

These words also made Major Hank realize that he was out of state, so he shook his head slightly, as if to shake his curiosity out of his head, and then asked: "I don't know Mr. Guardian wants to trade. What is added to the item?"

In the self-introduction just now, Shi Xiong said that he was named "Great Bear", and he also said that he was the guardian of Kabru of the High Tree Tribe. Now Major Hank calls Shi Xiong the "Guardian". .

　　 Shixiong smiled slightly and nodded to Kuaima beside him. Kuaoma took a small animal skin bag from his waist and handed it to Major Hank.

　　 Such a tiny bag of animal skins is not much bigger than the palm of a five or six-year-old child. How much can it put in?

　　 Major Hank took the animal skin bag with a puzzled look, and looked at the guardian who was as steady as Mount Tai. After gently squeezing it, he carefully untied the rope at the mouth of the animal skin bag.

A small pile of crystal clear white and extremely delicate powder appeared in front of Major Hank and Lieutenant Ferguson. After seeing the small pile of white powder, the two of them were stunned for a moment, and then they rubbed their own. With both eyes, it seemed that he didn't believe that the little things in front of him were real.

Afterwards, the two people almost coincidentally once again made a motion similar to that of a human being inhaling before death, and then it was like two wild dogs that had taken off the rein, one head leaped on the small pile of white and delicate. On the powdery stone—the stone was the one where Lieutenant Ferguson was sitting before. It was the one that Major Hank ordered the soldiers to find both as a stool and as a table.

　　 "This is..." Major Hank and Lieutenant Ferguson raised their heads and looked at each other in unison, and said these two words almost in unison.

　　 Major Hank nodded slightly, then lowered his head, stretched out an index finger tremblingly, dipped it in the small pile of white and delicate powder, and put his index finger into his mouth.

　　 The opposite Lieutenant Ferguson did the same action, and the result was that both of them were dumbfounded.

　　 This white and delicate powder is put in the mouth, and there is no other taste except the rich salty taste.

　　 This turned out to be salt! Edible salt! And it's the most top-notch salt!

　　 They are both officers of the Royal Army of the British Empire, so they can clearly distinguish the identity of these white powder particles.

　　 Just how is this possible?

　　 How could there be such a taste of table salt in this world?

　　 How could there be any salt in this world?

　　 The most important thing is, how could this kind of salt, which is absolutely the best salt that two people have ever seen in their lives, appeared in the hands of two barbarians?

　　This kind of table salt, let alone the army, even if it is almost impossible to see on the tables of those nobles, maybe the King of the British Empire can taste such exquisite table salt...

　　 In order to make sure that this is table salt, the two of them tasted it again, and they were convinced that this small pile of white, crystal clear and delicate powder is table salt, the top salt that has never been seen before in life!

　　What is table salt? As an officer of the Royal Army of the British Empire, both Major Hank and Lieutenant Ferguson knew well.

　　 For the British Empire in this era, the preciousness of this thing is really no less precious than gold!

As early as a few hundred years ago in the Middle Ages, when the British upper class had banquets, the location of the salt shakers on the table was above the owner’s seat. Sitting on the top of the salt means sitting at the place closest to the owner. The respect of is equivalent to "respecting as a guest of honor." And sitting at the bottom are some insignificant little people and ordinary guests. UU reading www. uukānshu.com

　　 At that time, salt was a status symbol.

　　 As of now, salt is still an extremely scarce material. In fact, in Britain in the 17th and 18th centuries, the salt was mainly sourced from foreign countries, mainly from the hostile country France. How to ensure the constant supply of salt was a very worrying and headache problem for the British king.

　　 At this time in Britain, every soldier received a large portion of salt, which is beyond the reach of ordinary people. With salt, soldiers can carry fresh meat on the march, and if necessary, they can be marinated for long-term preservation. The energy and nutrition provided by the meat ensure that the soldiers have a high combat effectiveness.

　　 The Anglo-French War that lasted 116 years more than four hundred years ago was due to salt!

　　It can be said that among the 13 colonies in the United Kingdom in this era, including the North American continent, the most demanded people are not gold and gems, nor fur, but salt! This thing is in short supply second only to food!

　　Even if Hank and Ferguson are both officers, the salt they distribute is the kind of salt with a bitter taste, and the color is not pure, so you can see that it is not a good thing.

　　 But even so, no one is willing to give up the salt allotted every month.

　　 But what kind of salt is this in front of me!

　　 Not to mention that this kind of salt is shipped back to the UK, even if it gets Jamestown, it will cause a sensation. If there is enough such salt and then shipped back to the UK, it will not be as simple as causing a sensation. Even the nobles will break their heads because of this salt.

　　 Major Hank and Lieutenant Ferguson looked at each other again, and they both found the different looks revealed in each other's eyes...