"Class leader, look at the patterns on the wooden armor."

The Ankle Ma Kazuhiko, who was surrounded by his tribe, looked up his head with admiration and looked at the armor of the demon god in front of him.

Because of the special blood-separation boundary of their clan, many clan members have mastered the art associated with the senses.

He stroked his beard and exclaimed: "It is comparable to the magical craftsmanship of nature."

"Chakra itself is full of infinite possibilities." A cold voice suddenly said.

Members of the Stupid Horse clan hurriedly said respectfully to the gray-haired man who suddenly appeared: "Master Tobirama."

Chihou Tomomazu shook his hand, so that they didn't have to care about themselves. He stared into Kazuhiko's eyes and said word by word: "Now there is a huge wealth waiting for you to capture."

Kazuhiko Yoshi caressed the goatee, looked at each other with red eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Since it's right in front of you, please let Minister Tomoma make it clear that the initiative is extremely important."

"Gather the tribesmen of the Pastry-horse tribe who are proficient in painting at full speed." Tobirama didn't say anything and handed him the previous painting, "How much is this painting worth in this situation?"

Ma Kazuhiko stared at the familiar painter on the picture and immediately distinguished it. This was his youngest daughter's work and replied: "100,000 taels."

The gathered tribe members heard the conversation between them, and many of them were shocked by this number, and they slowed down and dared not breathe.

Tobirama did not give the numbers directly, but instead asked: "How many papers are there?"

Kazuhiko's eyes swept across the faces of the tribe members who were proficient in painting, and the tribe members who were watching immediately spoke out the amount in the scroll.

"Around a thousand pictures together." The calculation sounded.

"That's 100 million taels!"

An uncontrollable scream came from the crowd. Someone was already attracted by this number and his breathing began to become heavy.

"No."

Tobirama, who was surrounded, looked extremely serious, and turned his body to look at them all one by one, "Don't let other hidden villages have a bad impact on Konoha."

The loud voices made them wake up from the fanaticism and couldn't help but show a look of ashamed. Although doing so made money, it also ruined the reputation of the village.

"Then how much do you say is appropriate."

Tobirama looked at Kazuhiko who wanted to make up his mind, pondered for a while, and said, "First position it as 50,000 taels. If you are so popular, you can get a 20% discount."

"A painting is forty thousand taels!!!"

"That's only 40 million taels."

The discussions in the crowd came into Kazuhiko's ears clearly. He narrowed his eyes and thought about the feasibility of the plan, and asked Tobirama: "How to divide it."

"The village and the Anma family are open for five or five."

This answer made him grin at the corner of his mouth behind his ears, and he couldn't help but want to start setting up a stall on the spot.

Tobirama hurriedly stopped him and said, "It seems natural to arrange this matter in advance, so don't be seen by others at a glance."

The next operation of Tobirama made everyone in the Ankle Horse tribe stunned.

I must find someone I know, but Konoha happens to be a reliable candidate.

He had already prepared the props. After changing his forehead protection in this chaotic place, who could tell which ninja from the hidden village was?

The originally scattered and noisy crowd suddenly broke out, and a Konoha ninja who had dismantled the drawing board was surrounded by everyone.

"Someone drew a picture on your place just now?"

The painter surrounded, feeling that the air around him was not so smooth, and nodded nervously at the scorching gaze.

"From the composition and paint combination of the painting, it is indeed a fine work, and there are also demons and Lord Hashimama and Lord Madara in the distance."

"That's right! Give me a piece of it quickly, I'll give it to you how much it will cost!"

"Don't snatch me, I'm the second one, hurry up and make one too! It's easy to discuss adding more money."

The painter had never enjoyed such treatment before. He nervously pinched the brush and tentatively tentatively said: "Fifty thousand taels!"

The audience suddenly became silent, and then a roar of anger sounded, "Who do you look down on? It's only 50,000 taels!"

Everyone turned their eyes and found that it was a ninja of the Yeyue clan in Yunxi Village. They immediately felt that this bad temper was no longer surprising.

The long-term practice of ninja skills made him taller than many people present. The excited voice continued to sound with thunder, "Look at what is behind us. This is the creation of Wood Exit and Susanoo, not to mention Naruto and Madara. You only have 50,000 taels, which is so angry!"

"That's it! I don't cherish the opportunity to make money for you."

The wind direction changed, and many people began to denounce the stupid Konoha Ninja in front of them.

"That...just 50,000 taels, let's start quickly."

The painter, who was about to be drooled, spread the painting board on the easel again and looked at the sky and said weakly.

The crowd of people in a trend of surround change in formation, and in an instant, they lined up in a long row over time.

The painter who quickly finished drawing ten paintings moved his sore wrists, suddenly turned around but was frightened by the long dragon-like team behind him and said, "Everyone is so enthusiastic, why don't you go to other places to queue up."

“Where is there any place to queue up!”

"Time doesn't wait for anyone, hurry up and draw, don't be shit."

At this time, other ninjas came over with scrolls not far away, and found the ninjas who were still queuing in the same village, and teased: "There are already many people who can draw, and they set up painting stalls. Let's go while there are fewer people now."

Many people left the long dragon and walked to other places. The painter smiled relieved at the people who were still queuing up, "In order to speed up, a group painting of multiple people can be provided."

"Is that true?" Lie Dou, with a gloomy face, walked over from the back of the team, "Draw one for the Sha Hidden Village."

"Bang!"

The brush fell weakly from the painter's hand and made a clear sound.

Seeing that his purpose had been achieved, Liedo smiled at him with a changing expression: "Just kidding, there are also people in Sand Village who are proficient in painting. I just came to say hello to you. The competition has begun. The price is 50,000 taels, right? Then Sand Village is 40,000 taels."

The first price war broke out in the ninja world.

Konoha's price dropped from 50,000 taels to 40,000 taels.

Sha Yin followed closely behind, 40,000 to 30,000 taels.

But Konoha just stood still because the quality of the saddle horse tribe was guaranteed, and 40,000 taels were the market price.

Most of the other hidden villages and scattered painters have prices ranging from 10,000 to 30,000 taels due to technical reasons. In any case, this is a great opportunity to get money.

There are financial owners everywhere here, and this scene is indeed commemorative.

As Naruto said, for the first time in a thousand years, the tailed beasts were completely sealed by humans, and they were witnesses to this feat.

Night falls quietly, but people's enthusiasm does not decrease with the temperature, but instead becomes more and more high.

Nara Kahei completed the logistics work brilliantly, and the scrolls placed on the ground were unfolded in sequence, and various abundant supplies were met, and various emergencies might encounter.

The firewood that was laid together burned violently under the ignition of fire escape, and the raging fireworks drove away the darkness and illuminated everyone's faces.

The flames were blown by the night wind, and the sparks flew into the sky like fireflies.

Lu Sheng and Jiri snuggled up on the rocks, looking at the stars in the night sky.
Chapter completed!