"This is the liner of an electric kettle."

Li Mu put the hot water bottle back on the stall.

"No, this is the shell of a 75mm howitzer."

The little girl looked at Li Mu seriously and said.

"Do you have any proof?"

"My dad said that this is a 75mm shell."

The little girl's face was full of admiration for her father, looking at the expression on her face, Li Mu suddenly remembered her sister, she also wanted this little girl to believe in herself unconditionally.

As soon as his heart warmed, he was ready to buy these two inner tanks.

"How much is two?"

"A total of 60 copper coins."

This price is not ridiculously expensive for a hot water bottle. Li Mu took out the money, put it on the little girl's rough palm, and took the two electric hot water bottle liners she had packed in plastic bags.

[2 steel, 0.5 nickel fine]

A message slowly emerges from the top of the retina. Nickel essence is the product of nickel being exposed to strong radiation for a long time, and the molecular structure is changed by radiation, which can greatly improve the processing performance and corrosion resistance of the alloy after being mixed with other metals in proportion, and is the raw material for manufacturing precision instruments.

Moreover, nickel fine is also one of the important raw materials for the manufacture of superconducting magnets. This 0.5 units of nickel essence alone are worth more than five gold coins.

It seems that this hot water bottle was picked up by the girl's father in the ruins, not artificially used to fool people.

Li Mu made his first move, and he picked up a leak. This is the charm of the pit market, and players cannot get the attributes of the product until they check out. It is only through experience and intuition that something of value can be found. Some people got rich overnight, and some bought a lot of scrap and lost everything.

In a good mood, he picked and chose at the stall again, bought a toy car and a hairpin as a gift for his sister and Li Mei.

It's still early, there are not many people on the road, there are more stalls than pedestrians, and it is a little deserted. Li Mu bought two hot water bottle galls, which were clearly seen by those stall owners.

They regarded Li Mu as the wronged leader, and they shouted at Li Mu to recommend their own products.

"Hey, friend, come and see, this is a battle axe used by the Hindustani people before the war, it is so powerful that it can smash the head of a ghoul with an axe, and now it is sold cheaply, and it can be bought for only twenty-five silver coins."

"Boss, the films before the war are either white-skinned and watery Yamatai women, and one only costs five copper coins."

"The rough sapphire excavated in the old mine, come and see."

Li Mu glanced at what they were selling, and immediately couldn't laugh or cry. The so-called tomahawk is nothing more than a Nokia feature phone strapped to a wooden stick. The rough sapphire is passed off from cheap blue glass. As for the film, Li Mu was instantly moved, but immediately restrained it with strong willpower.

If you secretly look at this thing and Li Xuan sees it, it will be over.

didn't bother with these stalls that looked like they were selling fakes, Li Mu walked all the way, looking at all kinds of strange things on the stalls. Poorly made leather armor, spears reconstructed from steel, motorcycle helmets before the war, metal ingots of indistinguishable material. It's a big garbage showroom.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up, he stopped, and crouched in front of a stall.

A large pile of tattered books was piled up in a mess on the stall. Most of them are shoddy tomes of erotic novels produced by local printing houses. A book has thousands of pages, the font is very small, the amount is full, but the double shadow is seriously missing pages, and the paper is rough. It's really hard to read these books. Other books dug up from the pre-war rubble are piled up in the corners. Most of them are written in the English language.

In today's Zhuxia, only a small number of diplomats know how to use the English language. Even in the Deccan colony, because of the lack of basic education, eighty percent of the people could not write Zhuxia script, which made the bookstalls rarely interested.

The stall owner was a thin old man, lying on a chaise longue with a straw hat over his head, and making a deafening snoring.

At the beginning of the game, these bookstalls were crowded even among players. Only a small number of veteran players who are keen to collect background information about digging into the game like to collect pre-war books from all over the world.

This changed when someone found a skill book from a bookstall that added basic skills. Even later, powerful guilds directly chartered the bookstalls, prohibiting ordinary players from approaching.

Basic skills are the easiest and hardest skills to improve. In the early stages, basic skills are easy to improve, and even two or three levels in a battle are very simple. But things change when the player learns some advanced skills.

Because of the overlap of skills, most of the experience is divided by advanced skills, and the upgrading of basic skills begins to become difficult. After learning Li Wei's boning swordsmanship, Li Mu's basic skill one-handed weapon was almost immobile.

"Boss, how much do these books cost?"

Li Mu asked, pointing to the pile of books.

"This pile of twenty-five copper coins is one or three copies, and that pile of twenty copper coins is one kilogram."

The bookstall owner lifted the straw hat on his head, glanced at Li Mu, and pointed to two piles of books

This cheap, somewhat excessive price made him ecstatic. He forced himself to keep an indifferent expression.

In a previous life, the price of a pre-war book with an unknown function had been copied to a piece of gold coin, and the damned booksellers had learned the art of forgery without a teacher, and it was lucky that one of the ten books was a real pre-war book.

And usually out of fifteen pre-war books, there will be a skill book that can add basic skills.

"I want these books."

Li Mu pointed to the pile of novels with gaudy covers. His words suddenly made the old man's eyes light up, and he had the expression of meeting a fellow practitioner.

"Friends have vision, these books are the works of Fengyue master Zhou Yijian, tsk, the descriptions in them are penetrating to the bone, so that the old man and I can't calm down."

Looking at the rows of ribs exposed under the old man's shirt, Li Mu felt a chill in his heart, and this old man was not afraid of death.

The old man neatly tied up the book and wrapped it in brown paper. This made Li Mu breathe a sigh of relief, he didn't want to carry such a bunch of erotic novels to show off in the market.

He pretended to be natural and pointed to the pile of pre-war books.

"Boss, I bought so many of your books, just give them to me."

The old man glanced at the pile of broken books, which had been dug out of the ruins by the scavengers and sold to him one after another, and when they were collected, they rotted in their hands, and none of them had been sold. Although there was something strange in his heart, he still agreed.

"Okay, you can take it all, I just happened to close the stall, old man."

Quietly tied up those books, Li Mu suppressed the excitement in his heart, and prepared to return to Yuan's house to deal with these pre-war books.

ps: Thank you for the tips from book friends Steamed Dumplings with Leeks and Phantom Dust and Chen