A good stall means a good business. Those villagers who come late, or who have a cowardly personality and have not taken a good position can only crouch in the corner and keep silent, begging in their hearts for someone who knows the goods to see their products.

Next to a tavern, an honest villager was by the door. The adventurers who came in and out of the tavern were all adventurers with blood licking on their heads. The door of the bar would occasionally knock the villagers. The adventurers held their swords and swords, and they were fierce and vicious, and they didn't dare to provoke them. Other places had been occupied, so they could only swallow their anger and squat here.

Even so, someone mocked him. A villager not far away laughed and said, "Honest Dunk, have you taken out the beads that no one wants in your house?" In front of Dunk, there was a piece of white-stained limestone rabbit skin, and there were only a few things on the small area. A yellow stone, a black metal, and a dark purple bead.

The man looked like an honest Dunker's fellow countryman, and knew his background. Dunker handed his hands in his tattered sleeves and said in a muffled voice: "This bead is a treasure, but I haven't met someone who knows the goods yet."

Someone happened to pass by. When he heard his words, he couldn't help but squat down and picked up the bead and looked at it. Unexpectedly, as soon as he picked it up, a stench came to his nose, which made the man quickly throw down the bead and pinch his nose and walk quickly: "What baby, was it fished out from the cesspool!"

"Hahaha..." A burst of laughter around him, and honest Dunk's face turned red, but he still said firmly: "This bead is a treasure, a treasure..."

There were people coming and going at the market. Occasionally, a few people stopped in front of him and looked away. The yellow stone was just a piece of pyrite, not to mention a few copper coins. The black iron block looked like the bottom of a farmer's pot, not to mention the beads, no one could stand its smell.

Ge Zheng went around the city and found nothing, lamenting that he was too "innocent". If he had known this, he would not have been sleepy and would have gotten up early.

Anyway, there was no way to open business today, so Ge ​​Zheng decided to relax and go to the bar to have a glass of Elf Fruit Wine.

There are bars where there are adventurers. There are many bars in Wangshan City. Ge Zheng happened to walk to the door of the bar where the Honest Dunk was squatting. Seeing someone going in, Hunest Dunk hurriedly hid aside so as not to hit him again. Ge Zheng twitched his nose and smelled a foul stench. He looked down and saw the purple-black bead.

He thought he was confused: Why does this kind of thing exist in this world? Ge Zheng squatted down, and a glimmer of hope rose in Dunke's heart: "Sir, look, it's all good things!" Ge Zheng's eyes focused on the bead, and his two fingers picked up: "Where did you get this?" Honest Dunk was excited, and his black and yellow face lit up: "Finally, I'm with someone who knows the goods, sir, this is a treasure!"

Ge Zheng was unmoved: "I just ask you, where did you get this thing?" "This, three years ago, I went into the mountain to chop wood, and somehow got lost. As a result, I had not been able to walk out at night, so I climbed up a tree and sniffed all night. Lightning and thunder were roaring in the middle of the night, which scary! I shrank in the tree for a night, and early the next morning I saw a charred monster corpse outside the woods. Unfortunately, the magic core inside the body had been taken away, and I only found this bead in its body. However, the monster looked very powerful, and this bead must be a treasure!"

No one knew what the beads found by Honest Dunk were, and they had a stench. He came to Wangshan every year to sell this "baby bead" and wanted to marry a wife, but no one always knew the beads.

After hearing this, Ge Zheng nodded: "How much do you sell?" "This..." Although Honest Dunk always thought that this thing was a treasure, it could not be sold, which was also a blow to his confidence. Although he brought it again this time, he did not price it in his heart. When Ge Zheng asked, he hesitated, and forked his hands with his fingers, and then he tentatively said: "A gold coin?"

Ge Zheng didn't say much and took out a gold coin and gave it to him.

Honest Dunk has been honest all his life and makes a living by harvesting firewood. He has never seen Huang Cancan's coins. A gold coin fell into his hands. It was a heavy sense of happiness!

The people next to him widened their eyes when they saw someone willing to spend a gold coin to buy the beads that emitted stench. Some envied the good luck of Honest Dunk, while others thought that Ge Zheng was very ill. A gold coin was enough for an ordinary family of five to live a year without worries about food and clothing, which could take a year and a half for villagers like them.

Honest Dunk grabbed Ge Zheng: "But find someone who knows the goods. Look again, these two things are also good treasures! They were all picked up from Jueling." Honest Dunk usually chops wood for a living, and his physical strength is much better than ordinary villagers. He has no parents, no children, and no wife. His only hobby is climbing mountains. The Fussu Mountains stretch for thousands of miles, and there are countless steep cliffs, which are called "jueling" by the villagers. There are also more than a dozen steep cliffs around their village. Honest Dunk has a "magnificent" wish to conquer these cliffs one by one. After conquering four cliffs, he picked up two of them, which are these two.

The yellow stone is really not good-looking, it is just an ordinary piece of pyrite. This kind of ore is given to Feoré of the City-Party Weapon Store. The dwarf master will not only not thank you, but also feel that you are insulting him.

However, the dark iron block Ge Zheng on the side was a little attracted to it - this is a meteorite! Ge Zheng is of course very familiar. In ancient China, the Turks often picked up this kind of thing on the grassland, which was regarded as a treasure given by heaven. Some craftsmen from the Central Plains exchanged silk for it and added it to weapons, which could create a top-notch treasure sword that was much sharper than ordinary weapons.

Unlike ordinary craftsmen, alchemists have specialized in researching different meteorites and know that although these meteorites come from the sky, their components are actually different. These records are also recorded in the classics of Gemen.
Chapter completed!