Merchant Li Si suffered good luck today. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

He was already the third generation of his family to carry the burden to and from these barren mountain villages, and the mountain people rarely got the money, and half of his burden was always reserved for the goods paid by the customers: bristles, chicken feathers, hair, rags...... He will take what he has, for there are not many who can exchange it for his goods. Every time he struck his little gong at the entrance of the village, there were always many people who watched and few people who bought, and so many children looked at the sugar cubes, colored threads, flower cloths, and bronze mirrors in his burdens with bright eyes, and their mothers always dragged them away in anger, and only a parent who doted on his children would find something under the repeated begging of the children, and he took it into his hand, and estimated the amount of money and the profit he should get, and then raised his knife, cut off a small piece of the large yellow rectangular sugar cube, and handed it to the children who had been waiting for a long time.

"Give me a little more. The children pleaded, knowing they wouldn't have another chance.

It must be in the case of their entanglement for a long time that the merchant Li Si will cut off a little more width about the same as a hair, which is counted as "adding head", and the lucky one runs away with his harvest today, leaving a group of children who are not as lucky as him to taste their thumbs.

And today, before he reached the village and struck the gong, a little boy like a mud monkey had stopped his way: "The second aunt wants me to buy something," he said, "and she said not to show it to my uncle." ”

Li Si almost laughed out loud, the child learned his "second aunt" tone vividly, Li Si could probably guess who the "second aunt" was—although the child seemed to be a little naïve—but he also didn't remember the appearance of every child in the ten villages within his walking range, they all looked similar, the same black, the same clothes, the same rags, no matter what, it was always a good thing for a businessman to have business come to the door.

And it's such a big business!

The little boy looked at his load, and asked for a few of the best steel needles, a small pair of scissors, a bundle of silk threads of various colors, a new cluster of floral cloth, and a silver hairpin, the crested with beads, which was regarded by Li Si as the "treasure of the town", and many women in every village looked at it longingly, and regarded it as a wealth of innumerable proportions, although it weighed only one penny and a quarter of a penny. Li Si never thought that it would also be sold one day, and it was a transaction that was completed outside the village. As the price of these expensive goods, he accepted a new silver coin, which was in good condition, and the pattern was exactly the same as the three which he had hidden at the foot of his bed, and under normal circumstances he would have wondered where the silver came from and wondered if he would be taken for an accomplice of the thief, but a secret transaction by a woman telling an ignorant child to buy women's articles made him vaguely understand something, or thought he understood something, and he did not ask the woman how it was possible to get such a large sum of money, he searched for all the copper coins in his pocket, and gave him a large piece of sugar。

The child's figure quickly disappeared into the mountain road, and when the merchant walked into the village with a small gong, he casually asked why a certain "second aunt" had not been seen.

"She was gone ten days ago!"

The merchant was stunned for a moment, and then he hastened to pull out the new coin, which was fortunately still there, not a porcelain piece or anything of little value, and still in good condition, but, because he had not shown it carefully enough in front of the crowd, several sharp-eyed fellows complimented him, and he had to make up another lie that he had received some debt somewhere.

He would have been even more surprised if he had seen the final fate of his goods—Hua Lin the Traveler had flipped the new piece of cloth over and rubbed it with the muddy water for a while to make it less conspicuous, and then flew the needle and threaded it and cut it into two proper garments, no, he had never worked as a tailor neither in the den of thieves nor in the Academy, his needlework was practiced on the flesh and blood of the dead and the living— This incident is not as terrifying as it is said, because the priest of the Garo world is only engaged in spiritual medical work, and the physical damage and restoration belong to the wizard, and every good surgeon must practice dissection first, and the traverser is no exception. The final product looks a lot like the civilian clothing of this world, but it fits his figure better than ready-made products, which makes his movement more convenient and agile. He also sewed a few pockets on the inside of his clothes, which were not found in ordinary clothes in this world, and he carefully collected all the things he had brought out of Jiming Village, including the knife he had gotten from the ancestral hall.

These preparations took him a long time, but they had their benefits, as he approached a village again, the children looked at him in awe, treating him like some kind of "old" errand runner, and Hua Lin remembered the first time he stepped into the village outside of Jiming Village, where the children swarmed and threw at him everything they caught— Of course, no matter whether they threw out the dog shit or mud they caught, none of them threw Zhonghua Lin, but a noisy tail was not only annoying, but also reminded him of an oversight: Wang Zhaodi had never stepped out of the range of Jiming Village, and the memories outside Jiming Village were all grabbed by him from Zhou Huairen, the first household, you can't expect you to enjoy the same treatment as a "master" with an entourage in a neighboring village.

Li Si's goods are not very to his liking, what he wants is not a piece of flower cloth, in these eight or nine years old can act as a bride in the mountain village to reveal his gender is an out-and-out stupid thing, from Zhou Huairen's memory, each village has no less than thirty singles, not counting foreign homeless, he is used to fighting, but there is no need to entangle with mosquitoes, fortunately, the piece of flower cloth is not so bright after being turned over, after washing it twice, only the guy with very sharp eyes can vaguely see the bright color it originally had- What good quality can you expect the merchant to carry in his load in the mountain village? The sale gave him a little extra gain: a copper coin for change, and a large piece of sugar.

Zhou Huairen had buried several jars and chests in the temple of white clothes, and Hua Lin was not polite in taking them for himself, but unfortunately his current strength and stature only allowed him to take the most precious part of it, or the part that was most useful to him: he now had a small silver mirror hidden in his clothes, which was better than the mirrors on the merchant's burden combined, a silk sac containing spices, which, according to Zhou Huairen's memory, had the effect of dispelling diseases, and the other silk sac contained several thumb-sized pieces of red agate, which seemed to have come from the far north, and in the world of Jialuo, they could be used as a cheap substitute for rubies in spells, though I don't know if it can be used in this world, at least it's worth some money and it's lighter than a generic silver coin, two bean-like red gold and ten silver coins are universal...... Well, the currency of the county.

In fact, even the county can rarely really use such a large amount, the purchasing power of a silver coin is about enough for ten people to go to the best restaurant in the county once, which makes it very difficult to spend it in the village, Hua Lin didn't want to buy the crested silver hairpin, but if he didn't buy it, he estimated that the merchant who usually couldn't even receive a few copper coins really couldn't find the money, and the other hairpins on his burden looked like a broken piece of copper and silver, only this one was real sterling silver, not only expensive, but also used as money immediately when needed, sugar was a surprise。

After changing his costume and getting change, he smoothly got food and news in a strange village.

"I heard that there is an immortal official in the city. ”

"County magistrate?"

"No, no, you fool, I'm talking about the immortal official, the immortal official, do you understand, the kind of ...... that soars through the clouds"