Awakening divorce, the little female is scrambled by all the big guys

Chapter 181 This Fu tribe truly deserves to die.
Brada casually tossed the handkerchief onto the table, raised an eyebrow, and a rare smile appeared on her face.

"I heard that Zeref sent a weaver and a loom to Beast City before. Are you aware of that?"

Maya was surprised that Brada asked this question first.

But he also knew that since Brada had asked that question, it meant he already knew the truth.

But to what extent he understood? He couldn't guess.

Adhere to the principle that the more you say, the more mistakes you make, and the less you say, the fewer mistakes you make.

"That's what happened."

Seeing that Maya was trying to play games with him, Brada didn't waste any more time and went straight to the point. "Why did he send over such an important loom and weaver?"

"You should know that there are no looms outside of the Holy Capital. Although there is no explicit rule in the Holy Capital that looms are not allowed to be distributed outside, did he get the permission of the Winged Dragon Clan Head to do this?"

Seeing that Brada was about to tell the Pterosaur Clan Head, Maya hurriedly said, "No, no, no, Young Master Brada, you must not tell the Clan Head."

"Young Master, we want to prepare a surprise for the head of the family."

"A surprise?" Brada asked, somewhat curious.

Maya sighed and began, feigning helplessness. “It’s like this. When the young master came to apprehend the sugar smugglers this time, he discovered that the climate around Beast City is suitable for growing jute, castor beans, and mulberry hemp.”

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

“He dares to think of building a weaving workshop outside the holy city.”

Brada never expected it to be for this reason.

However, the reason why linen clothing in the capital is so expensive is not only because of the complex weaving process, but also because the capital is not suitable for growing jute and castor beans, which are the raw materials for linen.

The raw materials needed are collected from all directions, and the annual output is limited, so the amount of fabric that can be produced is also limited.

“It’s true, Master Brada. If you don’t believe me, you can come with me to see that castor bean field.”

Ophelia had previously set aside an acre of land to grow jute, hemp, and castor beans because she wanted to weave cloth.

These plants grow very quickly, and the climate of the City of Beasts is indeed very suitable for their growth.

In just one or two months, a batch matured, and now a new batch has been planted.

Once Lantai develops the loom, it can be put into mass production, and then the people of the Fu tribe and even the Wanshou City can wear linen.

This was something Maya never dared to imagine before.

“Is that so?” Brada’s eyes remained fixed on Maya, and his expression showed that he was telling the truth.

"Would Young Master Brada like to go and take a look?" Maya asked, a hint of smugness on his face, as if he were showing off.

Seeing him like this, Brada was even more convinced that it was for this reason.

He waved his hand. "I'm too tired to go today. Anyway, I'll have plenty of time in the City of Ten Thousand Beasts, and I'll have plenty of opportunities to go."

"Alright, it's getting late, I need to rest."

Maya naturally agreed and personally led Brada to the bedroom to rest.

When he returned to his room, he breathed a heavy sigh of relief, but he knew this was only the first hurdle to overcome.

The next day, Maya was woken up by his servant Kaka before he was fully awake. He quickly got dressed and went to the meeting hall.

Brada was already fully prepared and gave instructions as soon as he saw him arrive.

"Come on, take me to the trading market near Beast City and see if there's anything new or interesting to bring back for my sister."

So Maya didn't even have time for breakfast before taking Brada to the trading market.

However, since the shops were built around the walls of the Fu tribe village, the number of people setting up stalls in the market has decreased significantly.

So visiting several trading markets didn't take too long. Brada frowned suspiciously as he looked at the sparse crowd in the trading markets.

"What kind of city lord are you? The trading market around here has been turned into this mess, and you're not even doing anything about it."

The trading market represents the boost to the tribe's productive labor force.

The poor state of the trading market indicates that nearby tribes are not doing well and do not have enough food to offer in exchange.

If this continues, their lives in the Holy City will also be affected.

When Maya heard Brada accusing her, she dared not refute him.

He could only apologize repeatedly, saying, "It was my oversight, and I will definitely strengthen management when I get back."

"Good to know. If you can't do it, then find someone else to do it."

Maya was getting angry because he kept saying he wanted to replace the city lord.

However, even when he was angry, he didn't really show it on his face.

After visiting this last trading market, Brada saw a green watermelon.

"Is this a cold melon?"

"Yes, yes, do you want it? Just one crimson crystal."

“A crimson crystal?” Brada raised an eyebrow.

In the Holy Capital, where cold melons are plentiful, a single melon costs an orange crystal. So why are they so much cheaper in a low-level tribe like the City of Ten Thousand Beasts?

"Is this fake? Otherwise, how could it be so cheap?" He couldn't believe it.

"It's true." The male was so excited that he scratched his head. He had picked this cold melon from the mountain four or five days ago, and if he couldn't sell it soon, it would spoil.

"Okay, you're serious. Then open it in front of me. If it really is a Cold Melon, I'll give you an orange crystal. If it's fake..."

Before Brada could finish speaking, the male swiftly and decisively cut the watermelon in half.

Seeing the green rind broken open to reveal the red flesh inside, and smelling the familiar melon aroma, Brada finally confirmed that it really was a cold melon.

Why are your winter melons so cheap?

There are people in the Holy Capital who specialize in cultivating the Cold Melon, but the yield is very low and it is only for the consumption of people in the Holy Capital.

In a lowly tribe like the City of Ten Thousand Beasts, no one would cultivate the Cold Melon; the Cold Melons they possess must have been picked from deep in the mountains.

And you might not even be able to find one, so why are these male cold melons so cheap?

The male didn't speak, he just looked at Brada.

Brada glanced at Kaka behind him, who took an orange crystal from the animal skin bag at his waist and tossed it into the male's arms.

"Take it, it's a reward from the young master."

Upon seeing that it was indeed an orange crystal, the male grinned with delight.

This one orange crystal can be exchanged for a hundred prey, so he won't need to work hard hunting all summer.

"Now you can answer my question, right?"

"It's all because of the Fu tribe. They sell all their fruit for a single red crystal. Even though I set the price high, nobody wants it."

"The Fu tribe?" It doesn't sound like a beast tribe.

"They have special shops along the city wall, which attracts people who set up stalls in the surrounding trading markets. Over time, fewer and fewer people come to the trading markets to exchange goods."

"That Fu tribe deserves to die." The male gritted his teeth in hatred whenever he mentioned the Fu tribe.