Chapter 22: Assortment of stones

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"It’s hard to be true. What is the beauty of this place?" The monsoon smoke touched the chin. Her master died for a long time. It was the first time to dream about him. Although the two had no less bickering, this time, the monsoon smoke was vague. I feel that there is no reason why the sound will not come.
Linghe and others just went to sleep soon. The large yard finally looked a little after a night of cleaning. Although it was slightly poor, it was good enough to live.
The monsoon smoke strolled around the yard, and as the sun rose, she slipped out decisively.
She would like to see what is special about this place.
Although the city is small, the folk customs are simple, it is early in the morning, but the streets are already crowded with people. Large and small booths have been paved on both sides of the street, and shops with various colors have opened.
Clothing, food and shelter, but it is not lacking, the monsoon smoke in the city for a while, probably have an understanding of this place, this world is more primitive than the twenty-fourth century, but this is not like the ancient memory of the monsoon smoke, There are no long skirts and no wide swords. There are some things that are more westernized, long-sword daggers, silver armor... and the same as the firewood sticks. "The wooden stick...
As the monsoon smoke saw a circle, the interest gradually faded. When she was ready to find a place to fill her stomach, she suddenly saw a crowd full of shops, and it was very eye-catching. .
The monsoon smoke hugs the past with a watchful look.
It is a large-scale shop, just like other shops. The goods placed in this shop are not the brocade clothes, but... a piece of dirty stone!
The stones are big and small, the big ones have the size of a square table, and the small ones are like a quail-like mini.
A pile of seemingly inconspicuous stones, stacked together, formed a "hill" in the shop.
Some stones are placed on beautiful shelves and look very weird.
The people around the shops were noisy, and they almost didn’t fight for the stones. Some people with broken clothes entered the other side of the shop. Each of them carried a The basket filled with stones, when the person carrying the basket walked into the shop, the little brother in the shop immediately went to meet, and the noisy crowd, one by one, stared at the baskets. stone.
It’s like... it’s just a piece of gold!
"This uncle, what are you doing?" The monsoon smoke squeezed into the front of the crowd by the petite advantage, looking at the sly red-faced big man around him, asked with a smile.
The big man’s eyes had been swept on the stone in the store. He heard the question of the monsoon smoke. He suddenly had some doubts. He looked down and found that it was a small point that only came to his chest.
Little devil, this place is not what you should come. Go and go..."
Dahan waved his hand impatiently.
The monsoon smoke is very good: "Why can't I come here?"
Dahan frowned and looked at a monstrous smoke that looked like a curious baby. He only said: "Little devil, are you not in this city?"
"Uncle good eyesight!" The monsoon smoke nodded.
"No wonder you don't know." Dahan licked his lips.