Now that John had no more news, the old woman was a little disappointed. However, the two old men also knew that this information had passed for a long time, and as for what the situation was now, they would have to wait for the next time a merchant passing by Nimitz City to find out from him.

The old couple thanked John after knowing that they could not get specific information. Knowing that it would be best to buy something from the merchant, the two thanked John and offered to buy something. John got up and went out with the two old men, walked to the carriage parked next to the house, and showed the two old men his goods. As mentioned earlier, John's wagon body was very cluttered with goods, both food and daily utensils. The old man's face was delighted, and he found in John's car some things that were missing from the hut, and the old woman took a roll of sackcloth in her hand, and groped with it with her hand, and with a smile on her face, she seemed to be very satisfied with it. Finding something they liked, the two old men asked the price and were a little surprised: John's goods were sold cheaper than those of other merchants, and the variety of goods was quite complete.

Of course, things are cheap, and the two old men rummage through the car and find the clay bowl stacked by John in the corner. The old man reached out and picked up a bowl, groping carefully inside and outside the bowl, with some strange looks on his face. At first glance, the material of this thing is not precious metals such as gold and silver, and it is impossible to find precious metal tools in it, but it is also not a stone and wood tool often used by civilians like themselves.

The old man was a little confused, and took the bowl and asked John, "What is this made of? It looks like a stone, but I'm sure it's not a stone." John looked at the pottery in the old man's hand and said, "This is my homemade pottery bowl, it's still very good, you can buy one and try it." A silver coin and a pottery bowl. The old man heard that this pottery bowl actually asked for a silver coin, and hurriedly put the bowl down: "Forget it, it's too expensive, I can't afford it." John didn't care, and smiled: "There are still some things here, you can see if there are any that you like." The old woman waved her hand: "No, no, no." How much does it cost to see all these things combined?"

John looked at the things they had taken out of the bucket, counted them, and quoted a discounted price. When the old man heard that John's price was lower than he had calculated, and knew that John had discounted the price that had been considered cheap, he turned around and went into the back room, took out the money from the closet, and handed it to John as he walked out of the house.

Strictly speaking, this was John's first transaction as a trader. Holding the coin in his hand, John flicked his fingers into the air to flick a silver coin high and then grabbed it before it hit the ground. This coin, although it was just an ordinary copper coin with a 20 denomination, John was not ready to spend it. Keep it as a souvenir.

After helping the two old men carry their selected goods into the house, John was ready to leave. The two old men said goodbye, but John did not answer and prepared to go out. At this moment, John, who had turned around, saw a woman with a basket in her hand, followed by a little boy and a smaller girl, walking towards this direction. When she saw John in the house, the woman had a look of wariness on her face, but this guard was dispelled when she saw the old couple in the house. The woman smiled and said, "Vic, Susan, we've come to see you." The two children behind her came out from behind the woman and walked up to the old couple: "Grandpa, grandma." ”

The old woman, Susan, smiled and agreed. The old man reached out and touched the little boy's head, and asked the woman, "Why did you come here today?" The woman lifted the basket in her hand, "I have made some bread, and I am going to bring you some to taste." Yesterday I saw that there was still a piece of cured meat in the house, and I brought it to you. The old woman was not polite, but took the basket with a smile and said, "Shall you eat here at noon?" The situation at home, the old couple knows, everyone has not touched a little oil meat for a long time, at this time, the woman can bring the cured meat from the family to herself, as a parent, can not eat alone. When the old woman Susan hung the basket by the window, the old man saw the woman's eyes, and knew that she was curious about John's identity, so he introduced, "This is a merchant from Nimitz, and the carriage outside is his." The woman nodded.

Seeing that their family was interacting with each other, John himself seemed redundant here, and prepared to take his leave. As he walked out the door, John saw the canopy he had found the previous night that had kept the small oil lamp out of the wind and rain. The canopy is still there, but the small oil lamp inside is gone.

Seeing John staring at the small canopy, Vic, who was walking behind him, said, "This is a small shed for oil lamps." John nodded, "But I didn't see the oil lamp." Vic smiled and said, "The oil lamp is used at night to illuminate the door, but now that it is daytime, it is naturally not needed." When John heard this, he asked, "Can you show me this oil lamp?" Vic thought it was strange, but brought it out of the house.

John took the oil lamp and fumbled with it in his hand. This oil lamp is a common standard in civilian homes, a piece of wood is made of wood to form the shape of an oil lamp, and then a thin layer of iron is laid inside, and the edge is nailed to the wood with small nails. The oil inside the oil lamp should be cooking oil, and there is a cotton thread in it as a wick. Because this lamp is used at night, there is no oil in it during the day, and the oil from last night is almost burned, and the black smoke generated by insufficient combustion has smoked the surroundings of this lamp black, and it seems that this lamp has been around for some time.

Seeing John just looking back and forth at the lamp in his hand, Vic felt a little strange. He bought the lamp five years ago, and the origin is clear. He didn't understand what was so nice about this thing.

John looked at the oil lamp and asked, "Do you put an oil lamp outside the door every night?" When I bought this oil lamp, it was because my son would often go out at night and keep vigil in the fields to see if there was anything bad that was coming to harm the crops. I was afraid that he would not be able to find the door when he came back at night, so I started to put it away. Now he's out to be a militiaman, and I keep it outside every day. The answer was by the window, old Susan, who heard John's words. John looked thoughtfully at the oil lamp. After a while, John looked up again and said, "I want to buy this oil lamp, will you sell it?"

"This ...... There must be nothing special about this oil lamp, is it? Why did you buy it?" asked Vic, feeling a little strange.