Three Kingdoms: Start with full attributes!

The man who was near the stove was startled, and he only felt a wave of heat on the surface, and then everyone smelled something burning.

I saw that the man's face changed greatly, he was at a loss, and his mouth shouted in a panic: "It's on fire, it's on fire." "

It turned out that the man was too curious, so he went up to take a look, and the flames were coming out so fast that they burned his hair.

I saw that his face was flushed, as if he couldn't breathe anymore, and his two eyes were on the same page, and he became cross-eyed, staring at the hair.

The little servant standing behind him was shocked when he saw this, and hurriedly made a gesture, just like a hungry tiger pounced on his master's head, and while pounced, he slapped his sleeve aimlessly on his master's head, and the sleeves fell on the man's head and face like raindrops, and after the fire was extinguished, he left many bright red slap prints, and his hair was messy like a chicken nest.

Seeing this, everyone laughed, and the businessman's face was as red as a monkey's buttocks, as if he could pinch out two catties of water.

Seeing this, Liu Yin smiled secretly: Let you be dishonest, lie on the side of the stove and look around, and you are extremely proud.

The crowd laughed for a while, and the joy on their faces was replaced by surprise.

I saw that the oblivion stone was burned red up and down, like a soldering iron, and the room was reflected in a red fire, and it was shining.

It's magical.

And the heat from the furnace drove the cold from their faces, and they were no longer as lifeless as frozen zombies when they came in.

Some even have tiny beads of sweat from the heatwave.

The heat rushed towards them like a wave in the sea.

The annihilation stone is no longer a material for auxiliary heat, but like a small sun in the main hall, scorching and radiating light and heat.

Seeing the light of the fire shining on their surprised looks, everyone looked at each other, clever, and quickly approached the stove, rubbed their hands, and stomped their feet, but around the stove, it was as warm as the warm spring sun. They only felt a warm current flowing through their limbs and bodies, making their bodies numb.

At this moment, everyone looked at Liu Yin's figure in the firelight, but they were in awe, as if they were looking at a god.

Legend has it that in ancient times, there was a fire god named Zhurong, who was a god sent by the heavens to teach humans how to make fires for warmth and cook food.

Since Zhurong brought fire to mankind, it has dispelled the boundless darkness and ignorance, and brought warmth and light to mankind.

Isn't this world just like the god of fire? In the extremely cold land of Youzhou, he is also like the god of fire, bringing warmth and hope to the people who are tormented in the boundless cold night.

I saw that the firelight was slightly reflected on Liu Yin's face, faintly bright and dim, both real and illusory, accompanied by Liu Yin's confident smile, everyone seemed to see the gods under the light of the sun.

Some of them were smart, and their eyes became even hotter.

With their keen business vision and mind, how can they not see that such a small thing has such a magical effect, if it is sold on the market, even if it is worth 100 gold, I am afraid that it will still have a price.

After all, no matter how rich the rich are, they can only use firewood to keep warm on this winter night.

And as soon as this thing comes out, it will immediately become the object of people's crazy robbery.

At the thought of having such good goods, the threshold of the store was flattened, and the prospect of counting the money to the cramps of the hands, those clever merchants were overjoyed, and their eyes were full of greed.

Liu Yin looked at everyone's greedy looks, felt that the time had come, and showed a hint of cunning in his eyes: "Everyone, this magical fuel is called honeycomb coal, can you buy it?" "

"I'll pay 200 dollars for a piece. "There's a merchant in it.

Seeing this, everyone couldn't help but laugh at this person's stinginess: "Two hundred dollars can also be shouted." "

The currency of the Han Dynasty was five baht, and two hundred yuan was enough to buy a pound of grain, and Liu Yin converted it in his brain, and two hundred yuan was equivalent to fifty yuan now.

Liu Yin was silent, but he wanted to let them raise the price by themselves.

Sure enough, another businessman squinted, looked disdainful, and sneered: "Boss Zhou is really generous, such a good baby, I want to take it for two hundred yuan, is it really because we are all poor and can't afford it?"

Seeing this, the boss of the week was speechless for a while, his face turned red, his head was raised, and he replied forcefully: "Then how much do you want to pay?" It turned out that the boss was only doing some fur business in Youzhou City this week, and he was only the last among the merchants, so his shot was naturally shabby.

The man replied triumphantly, "Three hundred dollars." "

Everyone heard it, and some people couldn't help but cover their mouths and laugh out loud, it turned out that mocking others was shabby, and they only added a hundred dollars, which was really "generous".

Ignoring the slightly mocking gazes of the crowd, the questioner's head was slightly raised, as if the briquette was bound to win.

"Seven hundred dollars. Suddenly, a voice faintly came from near the head of the door, everyone's breathing was slightly suffocated, and everyone's slightly surprised eyes looked in that direction, only to see a young man in Tsing Yi sitting at the head of the door, who looked about five or six years older than Liu Yin.

This young man is dressed in splendid clothes, with a crown and a broad belt, his face is like Fu powder, and he is as handsome as a girl, but his pale complexion is not very healthy at first glance, as if he is infected with tuberculosis, and there is a hint of flushing in the whiteness.

The boy made a bid, and the audience was silent, as if he could hear even a pin falling.

Because they recognized the identity of this person from the pale face of the young man, and there was a gilded "Han" on the young man's bruised clothes, everyone's complexion changed, and they were silent, not daring to fight anymore.

Liu Yin looked at the young man's somewhat rickety figure under the light and shadow, as if he was in his twilight years, extremely old, but he could look at this person's appearance, green sideburns and red face, but like a child, but the whole was sick, as if soaked in a medicine jar, and couldn't help frowning slightly, who is this person?

Jian Yong saw that the lord was puzzled, so he whispered to Liu Yin's ear and said: "This person is a descendant of General Han Xin in the early Han Dynasty, the Northern Hebei Wang clan, known as Han Longyun, a ghost in the business world. "