Chief don't slap in the face

Chapter 9
Xiacheng is the last stop for the tribes in the north to go hunting in the wilderness Gusen. Therefore, relying on the favorable location, after hundreds of years of development, it has changed from a small tribe at the beginning to a large city with tens of thousands of people today. A five thousand.

The Tower of Glory stands on the Manshi Square, which shows the brilliant achievements of the Xia clan in the past years of battles. In addition, it is an important place for releasing various news. Over time, this place has become the most prosperous area. There are quite a few shops, but they are mainly for basic necessities of life.

"what are you doing?"

The man looked at Xia Ye warily.

"Buy sorghum pancakes!"

Xia Ye put on a very airy look.

"It wasn't stolen, was it?"

The guy didn't dare to pick it up. This kid was wearing a sackcloth. Although it was washed clean, he looked like a poor man. How could he have a knife coin?
"Hmph, do you dare to say that the money given to me by the Great Prophet was stolen, and you don't want to live anymore?"

Xia Ye is vicious.

"Uh!"

The three words of great prophet stunned the buddy. This kind of person is generally the number two figure in the tribe, second only to the chief patriarch, and his status is detached.

"Hurry up and put it on, don't delay the great prophet's important business!"

Xia Ye urged, speaking loudly on purpose.

"What's the matter?"

The man inquired.

"People like you are not qualified to listen!"

Xia Ye glanced at it and found that it had attracted the attention of many people.

The people walking here are basically warriors and heroes from various tribes. Unfortunately, spring has just started, and if summer comes, there will be more people.

"Then who is qualified to listen?"

The boss heard the movement and came out.

"A wise man can listen!"

If Xia Ye said that rich people can listen to it, the style is too low, but if it is wisdom, no one will feel that they are stupid, so they can try it.

"Oh?"

The boss became interested, and hurriedly urged: "Tell me!"

Xia Ye stopped talking, and pointed to the big basket containing sorghum cakes, and then pointed to the street.

"Hurry up and move him there!"

The boss winked, and immediately kicked the guy on the thigh.

Xia Ye sat cross-legged in the center of the long street, and there were two mountains of pancakes piled up next to it. People passing by, curious, swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva.

"Fortunately, there are no urban management in this world. Otherwise, before I set up a stall, I'm afraid I'll be stuffed into the trash can!"

Xia Ye muttered.

"You bastard!"

The boss was helpless, but the more he couldn't hear it, the more uncomfortable he felt like a cat scratching, so he kept urging, but he didn't know that this trouble made more shop owners on both sides of the street notice.

Xia Ye went to the wood shop next door to buy a piece of wood, and carved four large characters with a stone knife.

Thousands of gold distinguish things!

Gee!

The owner of the lumber shop couldn't help being speechless, and glanced at Xia Ye. The word was so beautifully written!
Half an hour later, dozens of child laborers gathered, looking at Xia Ye, while staring at Panzishan like a wolf dog.

"Listen up, this is for the Great Prophet. If you do it seriously, there will be pancakes tomorrow!"

Xia Ye didn't dare to procrastinate, otherwise these impatient brats would have to grab the sorghum cake and run away.

"Go to the street and shout a word, just say 'a thousand pieces of gold distinguish objects'. The Great Prophet placed a strange object in the Manshi Square. Whoever recognizes it will give a thousand pieces of gold!"

Hey!
Before Xia Ye's words fell, the people who had surrounded him screamed in shock. A thousand gold is a thousand knives, which can be regarded as a sky-high price.

"Okay, everyone yelled three times, and if you can do it, come and get the pancakes!"

The smelting technology of this era is low, and gold extraction is very difficult, so gold refers to bronze!

In order to eat, for tomorrow's pancakes, the friends worked so hard that their voices were hoarse.

"Within three years, I will definitely demolish this Tower of Glory!"

Xia Ye didn't dare to set up a stall in the center of the square. It would be a blasphemy to the Xia family's ancestors. He would be flogged, and in serious cases he would be executed, so he sat on the south side of the square.

A wooden table, with brown sugar grains piled up in a small volcanic shape, and next to it is the wooden board with words, especially the word 'qianjin', which is the most conspicuous.

With these bosses who came over, Xia Ye didn't have to hawk anymore, because it is human nature to watch, so even though he sat cross-legged and closed his eyes, the passers-by still gathered.

"What is this doing?"

People asked each other, and the boss who knew the reason said it out, so they exclaimed again, "It's definitely a big event!"

Mo Wuheng, a girl made by Damo, was studying pottery puppets, and was a little upset when the guy who came to ask for leave interrupted her train of thought.

"Didn't you just invite me the day before yesterday?"

Mo Wuheng considered whether to change his buddy. This guy is often lazy, and he doesn't bother to say it, but it doesn't mean he doesn't know.

"Uh!"

The buddy was going to find an excuse, but when he saw Mo Wuheng's serious face, he immediately shrunk his neck and told the truth.

"Thousands of gold discerning things?"

Mo Wuheng rushed to the street curiously, saw a child still shouting, asked a few words, and ran to Manshi Square, she was not interested in money, she just wanted to know what that 'thing' was!
Being curious about anything unknown is the basic quality of a mechanism engineer.

The clerk hesitated for a moment, but locked the door of the store and followed secretly. If he got a thousand dollars, he would become a rich man.

There are quite a few people who have this kind of get-rich-quick mentality, so nearly a thousand people gathered in the square soon.

Xia Ye pretended to be calm, but cold sweat still broke out on his forehead, revealing his anxiety. This scene was much bigger than he expected!

"Don't panic, you can do it!"

Xia Ye encouraged himself.

"What is this dark thing?"

"You're blind, that's brownish red!"

"Recognize this kind of thing, really give a thousand dollars?"

The crowd of onlookers was full of quarrels and discussions, with greedy eyes criss-crossing. Finally, someone couldn't help but stretched out his hand and boldly touched the brown sugar.

"stop!"

Xia Ye shouted loudly, taking this opportunity to speak.

"This is a strange object given by the great prophet. He said that anyone who touches it will die!"

Swish!
The guy who stretched out his hand immediately shrank back in shock. The title of Great Prophet is naturally deterrent.

"Where is the Great Prophet?"

There were smart guys in the crowd, but it was a pity that Xia Ye didn't need to answer, and someone would chime in.

"You are stupid, you think the Great Prophet is a beggar on the side of the road, and you can see him whenever you want?"

Seeing someone deflated, everyone laughed. Indeed, the Great Prophet is the No. [-] figure in the tribe, and he will not be seen in a hurry.

"Why did the Great Prophet ask you to do this?"

A female voice resembling the cry of an oriole questioned.

"How can ordinary people understand the actions of the Great Prophet?"

Xia Ye immediately pushed back. He quickly scanned for a week, but unfortunately there were too many people and he couldn't find the guy who found fault.

The more questions, the more loopholes, so Xia Ye hurriedly opened his mouth to divert their attention.

"Anyway, as long as anyone can recognize this strange thing, they can take away a thousand gold!"

Xia Ye pointed to Brown Sugar.

"Red sand?"

"Mine powder?"

"Herbal powder?"

Answers kept coming out one by one.

"Stop, are you fools for being a great prophet? Don't give such a general answer, but be specific about the name!"

Xia Ye is speechless, it seems that there is no shortage of clever people at any time.

"You don't even let me touch it, how do you guess?"

The owner of the grain shop squeezed over and kept staring at the brown sugar.

"Isn't it delicious?"

Xia Ye teased.

"Uh-huh!"

The boss nodded hurriedly, then suddenly realized, and called out: "Is this food?"

Swish!
Everyone's eyes turned to Xia Ye immediately.

Xia Ye put on a depressed expression, stared at the boss worriedly and vigilantly, and muttered in a low voice: "The Great Prophet said, if no one guesses right, just give me a hundred dollars, this guy doesn't really know, does he? "

The sound was not loud, but the people near the boss heard it, and each of them showed a look of sudden realization, thinking they knew the inside story.

Especially the owner of the grain store, who was so excited that he squatted directly beside the wooden table, wishing to poke his eyes into the brown sugar.

Xia Ye wanted to laugh, this is human nature, the boss is the closest one to a thousand pieces of gold, so he naturally has to make persistent efforts.

They didn't know that Xia Ye let them hear this mumbling on purpose. It not only explained his original intention of working for the prophet, but also inspired the boss's greed, making the whole thing more reasonable.

"Is it right or not, you tell me!"

A quick-tempered Horde warrior urged.

"The general direction is right, but he hasn't said the specific name yet!"

Xia Ye straightened his face.

Hey!
A group of envious eyes turned to the owner of the grain store, which made him even more proud.

After a few minutes, the boss couldn't help asking.

"Can I have a taste?"

If the boss thinks he has eaten it, he may know it.

"This one……"

Xia Ye showed a hesitant expression: "The Great Prophet said that this kind of strange thing is very precious and the output is scarce. It has the magical effects of nourishing the heart and lungs, strengthening the spleen and warming the stomach, nourishing qi and blood, promoting blood circulation and removing stasis, especially for women. It greatly relieves the stomachache during menstruation, and taking some after giving birth can help the body recover!"

There was silence, why did the boy in the blindfold understand every word he said, but when connected together, it was a bible?
On the contrary, some people who have read the book showed a shocked look, especially the women, with a strong desire to buy in their eyes.

"I remembered, aren't you the son of the number one hero Xia Wuan?"

Someone recognized Xia Ye, so everyone understood, it turned out to be one of the two wastes of the Xia family who lived in the slum.

The patriarch recognized Xia Wu'an's son as his adopted son, and offered him to Zhao Wang. Although he was given a password ban, the more this kind of gossip, the more it spread secretly.

"What the hell is this thing?"

Thousands of people are racking their brains for a thousand pieces of gold.

"You didn't make this, did you?"

It was the same girl with the oriole sound, asking again.

"Hehe, are you afraid that you have lost your mind?"

The boss sneered, and the others also laughed wildly, because in their opinion, a kid living in a slum can't read all the words, and still makes strange things?I'm afraid it won't be hard enough to make a child!
(End of this chapter)