An exaggerated large recliner was carried by a total of sixteen people. The materials used in this recliner were actually the best golden nanmu. This thing was so heavy that it suppressed the sixteen slaves out of breath.

"Oh, dear distinguished guest, where are you from?" Matisse managed the port and had to deal with merchant ships from all over the country. When the other party saw that he was from the Central Plains, he asked in the skillful Central Plains Mandarin.

"Song has met Lord Ma. We are from Quanzhou. Three years ago, we were fortunate to meet Lord Ma." Song Wumian went out to sea and also met this Matisse, but he did not come forward to these things at that time.

"Oh, people from the four major families in Quanzhou are welcome. How about I go to the garden to rest first?" Matisse naturally knew that the Song family of the four major families had to come every year before. The time for this year was wrong, but he couldn't control this, just bring what he needed.

"Song is here mainly to do business. Time is tight, so I ask Lord Ma to have a waiter. I will come back next time and I must disturb you for a few more days." Song Wumian was anxious to return to Quanzhou, just thinking about getting the business done and then quit.

"Okay, take it out and take a look." Mattis didn't force it. As long as he had money to make money, these details wouldn't matter.

"Come on!" Song Wumian waved his hand, and the exquisite porcelain, silk, and the best tea were all arranged.

Mattis looked over one by one, and even pinched a few tea leaves and put them in his mouth to chew. As a nobleman, he must pursue quality.

"The things are pretty good. I'll ask for them, so I'll give it a price." Mattis looked greedy. This batch of things was of excellent quality. Moreover, because there was no merchant ship from the Central Plains coming for a long time, the nobles from all over the country now have great demand for these things. Eating this batch of goods is enough to make him make a fortune.

"Master Ma, come with me, the goods are all on these two ships." Song Wumian immediately raised his foot and walked onto the ship. They had already sold the goods all the way. The last batch of goods was purely for staying for food.

"Mr. Song, this cargo is too small. Why is such a large fleet so small? What are the other ships?" Mattis looked puzzled.

"There are food on other ships. Now I need food in Quanzhou." Song Wumian looked calm. If it weren't for the exchange for enough food, these goods would have been gone long ago.

"Tell me how many of these goods I'll ask for, and I'll pay for the price of food." Mattis picked up a beautifully shaped wine pot. If he used this item to serve wine, it would be an extraordinary enjoyment.

"How about the price of 60,000 s of grain?" Song Wumian generally knew the prices here, and this price should be acceptable to each other.

"Too much, Mr. Song, it's not easy to grow food. If you scatter 60,000 s of grain, just exchange for this little thing?" Mattis was very cautious. The other party was obviously preparing to return to Quanzhou. This was his last stop. He could take a knife and slash hard.

"Master Ma, this price is considered to be fair. If you think it is expensive, let's go to other ports to check it out." Song Wumian felt that you could negotiate if you pay the price appropriately, but now you obviously have to slaughter a harsh knife, which is absolutely impossible.

"Mr. Song, this guy

I definitely want it. As for the price, I think 30,000 s of grain is about the same." Mattis looked arrogant. He did have a lot of food, but it was not easy to raise so many people. The main thing was to take this batch of goods and sell it to other nobles, but he didn't plan to ask for food. What he wanted was the population and territory.

Matisse occupied this unique port, and his ambitions had already grown. He wanted to be a real leader instead of everyone on an equal footing. He was tired of the so-called nobles, who only had hundreds or thousands of slaves, and also drank with him at the same table.

"Master Ma, you should pay attention to your love and willingness in business. Forced buying and selling is not possible." Song Wumian was stunned. There was no such thing before. Could it be that he thought he was not bullied because he was not old?

"Mr. Song, I am in Luzon, only Ma has so much food. I went elsewhere, haha, I'm afraid I can't get all the food for ten days and half a month. Besides, even if I get all the food, I can't get on the boat." Matisse smiled. There were only a handful of people who could take out tens of thousands of stones of food on the island, and he had to get close to the port to make it convenient for the boat. Then this one is the only one, and there is no semicolon, so he can only take the other party.

"Master Ma, we don't have to need food, we can also be yellow and white. Since Ma is not sincere, we will withdraw first and say goodbye!" Song Wumian bowed. If he makes concessions at this time, this person will inevitably become more and more greedy in the future. Now there is a lot of food on the ship. I will go to two small ports tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, and the goods will be sold out.

"It's outrageous. He actually ignores us so much. Mr. Song, have you thought about it?" Mattis was a little embarrassed. He originally wanted to kill a lot, but he didn't expect that this kid was so hard that he actually wanted to take this batch of wealth away from his nose.

"What? You still have to leave us behind? Lord Ma, don't make mistakes." Song Wumian sneered. Only these people still use animal fur as armor. The crude iron tools in their hands were covered with rust. Can they compete with the elites under their command?

"Ma's command has more than 10,000 warriors, all of whom are extremely powerful. Mr. Song should not make mistakes." Matisse had many interactions with merchant ships, knowing that they had guards and their weapons were sharper than his subordinates, but after all, there were fewer people, so he was still sure to win.

"Haha! Lord Ma, I'm afraid you made the wrong idea. Deputy Commander Chen, we should show some force." Song Wumian laughed. It would be fine if you show off your power with the natives on this island, but you really think that you are an amazing figure.

"Hmph, pull everyone over and let them see the warriors under my command." Mattis quickly with his entourage, feeling that this person is arrogant and needs to teach him a lesson.

Mattis's entourage took the conch from his chest and whimpered. Then someone started to blow on the shore, and as the sea breeze spread, they went far away. The soldiers who were originally working or training picked up their weapons and spread their feet to the port when they heard the news.

Chen He was still in command, asking the warships to lean on the dock first. The merchant ship just now were all ordinary sailors and guards.

The elite navy, carrying a giant shield and covered in armor, descended from the warships in an orderly manner and set up formations at the port. The crossbowmen who followed closely occupied favorable terrain and aimed at the bee pupa to come to the enemy.

"Person Song, can't we just withdraw?

He still dares to chase him to the sea?" Chen He walked to Song Wumian with his sword in his hand and asked?

"I originally thought that if we had a stable leader, we could do business with peace of mind, it would be better than moving bags of food to ourselves. But now that he is looking for death, I'm not polite. Anyway, I can't do it anyway, so I'll beat it up, grab it and then withdraw it." Song Wumian looked like an official who was studying, but that was just an appearance. The original four major families could monopolize the benefits of maritime trade, and they were not a good person.

"This is very much for my wish, haha!" Chen He also laughed. Since the other party was not open, he would be polite.

Matisse, who had a chance of winning, looked at the formation on the port that looked like a turtle shell and suddenly felt something was wrong. The long spear stretched out from the gap in the shield, like the tongue of a poisonous snake, and wanted to choose people and eat them.

"Person Song, why not fire a few shots?" Chen He looked at the enemy troops running happily in the distance. He was not fighting in a war, a bit like going to the market or robbery. His scramble to the top was scary, and he didn't even have a formation and was in a mess.

"Forget it, it's better to use this thing less." Song Wumian shook his head. This place is already very close to the Southern Han Dynasty. It can be counted on the moment.

"Why are there slaves here?" Song Wumian held up a telescope. There were actually many people in the crowd all over the mountains and fields with wooden sticks. This was considered unarmed.

"I guess I think there is a benefit, so I can pick it up." Chen He was also puzzled. This kind of tribe has a strict hierarchy. Logically speaking, it is the job of guard soldiers when they go to the battlefield, and slaves are only responsible for their work.

In fact, it was not a lucky chance that Matisse could become the greatest noble. Under his rule, even if he was a slave, if he showed bravery in combat, he would have the chance to become a soldier or a free citizen. Moreover, the seized spoils would be paid 70% and the remaining 30% would be his.

It is precisely because of these reform measures that there are always people who are unwilling to be slaves for life among the slaves under Matisse. Every time a war starts, they follow the soldiers with wooden sticks.

"Shoot!" Song Wumian glanced at the enemy or the rioters who were getting closer and closer. Without any mercy, he directly ordered.

"Buzz~"

The neat sound of the slightest bowstrings then rose up in darkness and flew forward. The sharp crossbow arrows brought unparalleled lethality to those who did not even have a decent iron plate on their bodies.

The crowds of people flocked to it, as if they were harvested wheat, and instantly fell down in front of the port, wailing everywhere.

Seeing this, Mattis knew something was wrong and knew that he had hit the nail on the head. The fleet brought by Mr. Song was not only large in scale, but also far more powerful than before.

When the second batch of crossbow arrows attacked, the soldiers who had originally charged turned around and fled. The entire port was in chaos, pushing and trampling on each other just to leave the place earlier.

"Deputy Weir Chen, stay here, I will take people to pursue you." Song Wumian drew out his long sword and walked forward with his personal guards. Since he had to break up the face and start a war, the benefits that should be obtained must be lost, and the place must be empty.
Chapter completed!