After hearing Yun Chujiu’s words, san Jiaoyan maid smiled and said: “Your Highness, I have not seen the land of Chili, so also can not distinguish.”. However, we don’t like spicy food on the chessboard island, so this kind of chili is quite suitable for our taste.”
Yun chujiu was surprised, really strange, before listening to the triangle-eyed maid, she should have seen cotton and silk, how come now San Jiaoyan? Did she realize that her words had been exposed, so she made up for it? Or was there another secret?
Yun chujiu asked along the way. She realized that there were more than fifty islands in the size of chessboard island, and each island had a different division of labor.
Some specialized in weaving clothes, some specialized in growing grains, some specialized in drying salt, and so on. Basically, they could meet all of the people’s needs.
