Chapter 632: : Little Boy with Seller Sugar

Just as the Almighty Manor is located on the earth, the Blue Stone Leaf Manor is also attached to an "inner star".
Such inwardly-closed stars are completely invisible to the outside world. They do not react with any electromagnetic waves or particles and cannot be observed. Only gravitation or space has an observable impact on the outside world.
On earth, there is a name for such a star that does not exist in common sense, and it is called "dark matter".
It does not have the "size" in the traditional sense, but it does have space inside. In other words, all the inner stars are independent "space bubbles" in the universe, and between different space bubbles, there are also Interaction is like the earth to the sun.
To put it another way, this is the back of the world where the earth is, and all laws are specious.
The manor, the Industrial Party, etc., are the civilizations born in this world.
In the universe, they occupy most of the resources. Compared with the world in which human beings exist, it is like branches and leaves to the trunk, and shadows to the subject. They are so small that they are ignored.
The arrival of Zhuang not far away is probably the first time that people from the earth, or the "positive universe", came to this world.
This man, with anger full of anger, with the desire to conquer, even with the determination to kill, came to the periphery of the Blue Stone Leaf Manor.
All those who stand in front of him will be conquered by him and trampled to the ground by him.
So, what is this conqueror doing now?
Around the blue stone leaf manor, there is a circle of fence. This is the "Forbidden Stone Wall". Within this range, all machinery cannot fly, only creatures can fly.
The inside of the forbidden stone wall is already regarded as the outer space of the manor. The major forces have killed and killed the inside of the forbidden stone wall, vying for it.
But outside the forbidden stone wall, many residents of the exile era settled down, forming small villages, scattered scattered along the forbidden stone wall.
They are the bottom of the entire era of exile, struggling to survive among the cracks of several major forces.
In these villages, there are tents, horse-drawn carriages, mechanical giant dogs, and boats, and there are all kinds of things that can be imagined or unexpectedly far away.
The creatures of the exile era can really fly up.
Here, Zhuang not far saw at least a dozen races he had never seen before.
They struggle to survive, just to earn a bite to eat.
When there are more villages, a small market appears, where they exchange goods, news, and everything that can be exchanged.
There are undressed nomads selling daughters-in-law, and half-old milfs who show a professional smile when they see people. There are also blacksmiths holding hammers, beating and tinkering to make some hard money, and selling them in jars. A liquor dealer who makes his own inferior wine.
Naturally, there is also a regular army in all major cities wearing pen-like uniforms; it is indispensable for vicious and gloomy wanderers; it is indispensable for the fallen dragon robber group with four hands and four feet.
as well as……
Of the four war dogs, three were out of the way for a certain expedition.
On the roadside, the only war dog that Zhuang is not far away is squatting on the roadside, his mouth is open, a tent is propped up in front of his chest, and a simple counter is placed in the tent. The Sunlia were beating behind the counter with a hammer.
Zhuang squatted beside him, looking at the old bang with disbelief: "You don't lie to me? Can you really fix other war dogs?"
"That's for sure. How can the owner doubt my old Banglong's craftsmanship?" Old Banglong patted his chest fiercely. "You can be good with these parts!"
"You said the same thing last time, what happened?" Zhuang not far away didn't believe it.
"This ... that ..." Old Banglong's face turned redder. "These war dogs have always been in a fragile balance, so although they are old, they have always been usable. I ... when I repaired it before, , Without considering this ... "
"That is to say, don't you fix it, but after you fix it, you break it?"
"After all ... they're too old ..." Lao Banglong blushed to justify, "Sometimes it's so evil, if you don't repair it, it won't break, it won't blame me!"
Zhuang not far away rolled his eyes again.
Don't blame you, blame me?
I just wanted to ridicule the old booming technology. At this moment, Zhuang not far heard a voice with hope and fear: "Master, I ... we brought something again!"
Zhuang not far away, looking out from the counter, he saw a pale-faced peasant, using his shabby clothes, carrying something into the tent.
The peasants are one of those races that Zhuang has not seen before.
The so-called peasants are actually a kind of professional peasant race.
In the era of manor owners, they were the largest number of races. They were naturally good at manipulating a variety of plants and crops, but in the era of exile, land has become a scarce resource, and farmers have nothing but farming.
Lost the basis for survival, in the era of exile, their number is getting smaller and smaller, and even if a few survive, they have to depend on other races to survive, and most of them become slaves.
This peasant was once a slave. There were traces of the slave's mark on his cheek, but he was just cut off by something, leaving a huge scar, which made his pale cheek look even more horrible, like It was a zombie that had emerged from the graveyard.
Behind him, he was followed by two peasants who were thinner and uglier than him. There were more than one scar on the faces of the two peasants. It is said that whenever a slave changed hands, their master would mark the former Cut them off and give them a new mark.
"Something, let me see." Zhuang not far patted the table, he has been here for several days, everyone knows the rules.
"Yes, yes, please look at the master of the shopkeeper ..." The head of the farmer carefully poured the parts in the clothes onto the counter.
"What's wrong with your hand?" Zhuang not far away saw that the right hand of the peasant was wrapped in a rag, and blood was seeping out of it.
"Broken a finger knife, it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter." The peasant smiled fearfully, and then pleased Zhuang not far away: "Master, please look at our parts, how many can you change?"
The other two people also hurriedly put their body parts on the counter.
Zhuang not far saw one of them's right arm twisted strangely, and also revealed a broken bone.
"Why are you so badly hurt?" Zhuang Buyuan was startled.
"No problem, no problem!" The peasant did not dare to look up and talk to Zhuang not far, covering his broken arm, as if afraid that Zhuang might see something dirty, and hid behind his companion.
Zhuang Buyuan followed him, and the head of the farmer explained with a grin: "Master of the shopkeeper, the Black Triangle and the wanderers are fighting. We are afraid that the parts will be snatched by others later, just waiting by the side, just bombed Destroyed and rushed up. No, I was smashed by the parts ... "
Breaking into the battlefield of war giants? Smashed by parts spattered in the explosion?
"You don't die! Now you're alive if you are alive!"
The peasant leader smiled bitterly, opened his mouth, and said nothing.
He didn't say, and Zhuang didn't know what he was going to say.
Zhuang not far has heard this sentence many times recently.
"Peasants are cheap."
Zhuang has also heard this on the earth, but at that time it was "the poor are cheap."
And here, Zhuang not far from this sentence, have a deeper understanding.
Zhuang not far away silently fiddled with the parts. These parts were different in size, most of them were a bit incomplete, and a few were considered complete, but they were also blackened.
It seems that the residual temperature of the explosion still remains on the parts, and some parts still have blood. I don't know whether it is the crew in the war dog or the blood of a peasant.
Zhuang didn't know what to say.
Finally he took a breath and began to sort those parts.
"Five intact parts, five pieces."
"Slightly missing eleven, count five ... six."
"These incomplete parts can only be melted and re-molded, and they all add up to three pieces."
"A total of fourteen ... fifteen."
Zhuang not far from the counter, took out fifteen cubes of sugar, lined up neatly on the counter.
Next to it, the old bang whispered: "These illiterates will not be counted at all. You can give them ten yuan for the owner ..."
Zhuang not far away gave him a glance.
Fifteen cubes of sugar are estimated to be worth one dollar on earth.
Are you still too expensive to buy so many parts for one dollar? How stingy you are!
A few months ago, weren't you also illiterate?
Do n’t you want to do business?
"Thank you, shopkeeper, thank you, shopkeeper!" The peasant leader was grateful, bowed to Zhuang not far, and carefully held the sugar cubes into a small bag.
Their throats rolled a few times, and the faint sweet aroma of sugar cubes was tempting to them.
Not far from Zhuang, he has seen the temptation of sugar to exile creatures.
Even those guys in the manor who are already worried about food and clothing will fight for a piece of sugar.
Not to mention these insatiable farmers.
But these sugar cubes are not enough for them to eat. They must keep the sugar cubes and replace them with something that is easier to eat.
They stood in the corner of the tent and carefully took out a piece of sugar.
Under the palm of the right hand of the peasant leader, a bone knife popped up, carefully on the palm, and the sugar was cut into quarters.
"Well, I remember you were four people before, what about the other one?" Zhuang not far asked suddenly.
Old Bang drew his horns.
"How ... uh ..."
Zhuang not far suddenly realized that he had made a mistake ~ EbookFREE.me ~ and apologized to the three farmers.
The leader of the farmer's voice was hoarse and could not hear: "He ... he didn't survive it ..."
Zhuang is not far from knowing what to say.
For some broken parts, or for a few cubes of sugar, did you fill your life?
Zhuang not far want to ask is it worth it?
But in the end he couldn't ask anything, and all his thoughts turned into a long sigh.
Farmers are cheap, poor are cheap!
In the corner of the tent, the three farmers took a quarter of cubes of sugar in turn.
One piece per person, and the remaining piece remained in the hands of the peasant leader.
The three looked at the remaining sugar cubes blankly and burst into tears.