Looking at the moved warehouse: "..."
He agreed to let people come in and choose one item, only to have all the valuable items removed.
Shen Yan couldn't help but mutter: "Isn't this your home?"
Zhao Kuo was indifferent and replied: "Have you ever seen something that you have to exchange for when you go home to get something?"
To be honest, Shen Yan was indeed a little confused by the current situation.
Zhao Kuo: "The Iron-Blooded Mercenary Group, which was famous for its courage and blood, has now become the laughing stock of the entire mercenary city. The mercenary city has only been without war for a hundred years, but it has become a piece of loose sand."
"See if there are any sacred objects with stories in them."
"Stay here and ruin it."
Shen Yan walked around and looked through the pages and asked, "Iron-Blooded Mercenary Group?"
Zhao Kuo: "The Mercenary City has a history of nearly a thousand years. It was the Iron-Blooded Mercenary Group that first discovered this ruins and developed it into the current city. It has always been the Iron-Blooded Mercenary Group that governs this city."
"But later, other mercenary groups began to rise, and the Iron-Blooded Mercenary Group gradually declined and became the same status as several other large mercenary groups, which resulted in the current situation in which the city is jointly controlled by several major mercenary groups."
The story of the decline of a powerful mercenary group that originally had the sole right to rule.
The people of the Iron-Blooded Mercenary Group are still nostalgic for their past glory and regard themselves as the oldest mercenary group in the city. Their arrogance has made them close their eyes. Who is willing to let go of the self-righteous feeling of being superior to others.
Shen Yan learned about the history of this mercenary city.
Shen Yan said amusingly: "Looking at your third uncle's attitude towards you and your brother, your family has lost practice in the tuba. Are you going to practice the trumpet?"
Zhao Kuo: "?"
He patted Shen Yan on the back of the head: "Pay attention."
Shen Yan touched his head. He had already imagined several versions of what happened to Zhao Kuo, but they were completely wiped out by this shot.
He muttered: "They are all unsightly things. They are not as good as the piece of art you have. You can at least exchange that piece for a wheat cake..."
As Shen Yan spoke, he stopped in a corner. There was a "strange-shaped stone" there. It was probably that no one had touched it for too long, and it was covered with dust.
It's weird because it looks like a carving of a dog, but... it's so ugly.
Poor carving is like a child playing with mud.
This is probably why it is gathering dust.
Shen Yan picked it up in surprise and looked at it carefully.
The muscles on Zhao Kuo's face twitched. He had seen this "ugly stone" in this treasure house when he was a child. Because it was so ugly, no one had any idea at all, and it didn't look like a sacred weapon at all.
Zhao Kuo was about to say, stop playing, but Shen Yan murmured: "Do you know the ugliest cultural relic in the world, um, a sacred artifact?"
Zhao Kuo was stunned and looked at the ugly stone: "Is it really a holy weapon?"
Shen Yan wiped the stone: "There is a saying that being extremely ugly is also art."
"It is not only a sacred artifact, it was once a treasure of the town, ranking among the best."
"Its name is Glazed Super Fierce Grave Slayer Beast."
"Look, the glaze on it is still well preserved."
Zhao Kuo was really confused. He took the stone and observed it carefully. He looked at Shen Yan from time to time, as if he didn't understand me.
Zhao Kuo: "How about you look at the other ones?"
It's really too horrible to look at. If you take it out and say it's a sacred weapon, you'll probably be treated like a fool.
In fact, their treasure house is not very big, and it took Shen Yan a lot of time to look around.
Shen Yan shrugged: "This is the only one that is true."
After saying that, Shen Yan thought for a while and asked: "In the first era, those that can summon the heroic spirit of Mengyuan are called sacred objects. In the second era, the artificial sacred objects that breed evil things are called pollutants. So these fake imitations What is the product called?"
Zhao Kuo was still looking at the ugly stone over and over, somewhat in disbelief. How could it be a holy artifact? He casually replied: "These were made in the Third Age. They are called pseudo-holy artifacts. They all want to treat them as holy artifacts." If the real ones are sold at a good price, there will be more fake ones, which will lead to fake holy artifacts appearing everywhere, and the real ones will be buried among them. Over time, it will be difficult to distinguish the real ones from the fake ones."
Shen Yan thought to himself, this is how the pseudo-sacred weapon got its name.
Shen Yan: "What era is it now?"
Only then did Zhao Kuo look away from the stone in his hand: "The third era."
After speaking, he continued: "How about we choose again?"
…
When the two of them walked out of the "treasure house", Zhao Kuo was still looking back. Although the things inside were not decent, they were still better than the thing in his hand.
Outside, Third Uncle and Zhao Lan were waiting: "..."
The third uncle thought to himself that Zhao Kuo must not be exchanging some sacred artifacts this time, but must have other purposes. Otherwise, it would be hard to choose something that they are too lazy to throw away. Really, if they were not lazy, they would have thrown this thing away long ago.
So, what is the purpose of Zhao Kuo's return?
Next to him, Zhao Lan, a cute goth boy, kept his shy look, even his eyes almost fell out of their sockets.
Until Zhao Kuo and Shen Yan walked out of the station, these people did not understand the situation.
Zhao Kuo looked back at the station of the Iron-Blooded Mercenary Group and sighed.
In the past, the Iron-Blooded Mercenary Group also had a period of rise, until his father, the leader of the Iron-Blooded Mercenary Group, married that nobleman from Vatican City, and that woman later brought Zhao Lan's uncle to the mercenary group. city.
It seems like something has been different since then.
Zhao Kuo turned around and took out another art box: "I'll take you shopping."
"Let's go change the sacred vessels."
Shen Yan: "..."
The holy artifact market is messy and huge. Shen Yan believes that there must be real cultural relics in it, but if you just look for it, you may not be able to find it.
Although it is not picking up pearls in a big wave, it is almost like a blind man picking up an elephant.
Shen Yan did not refuse. He used to like to visit the cultural relics market.
After taking a commuter train for a while, when he arrived at the market, Zhao Kuo was in a particularly high mood. From time to time, he picked up a strange ancient object and said, "It looks like a sacred object to me."
Then his eyes looked at Shen Yan intentionally or unintentionally.
Shen Yan: "It doesn't look like it to me."
Zhao Kuo: "Then look at this, this image."
Shen Yan thought to himself, this guy is obsessed with money.
The distance between the upper and lower city areas is quite long, and the time spent plus the time spent shopping is almost almost evening.
On the way back, Zhao Kuo was still complaining in a low voice: "There are so many on the ground, why are none of them real?"
"If these traders don't dig up the relics for a day, they know how to fake it."
Shen Yan walked behind and looked at Zhao Kuo in front of him scratching the back of his head.
He was obviously very tall, but at this moment he felt kind-hearted, like... a warm golden retriever.
At this time, Zhao Kuo happened to turn around and couldn't help but froze when he saw Shen Yan's eyes.
What are you looking at?
Said: "Let's go shopping next time."
Shen Yan and the other two went back to the noodle stall at the gate of the city.
The noodle stall hasn't closed yet.
The Locust Cub was taking a few children and running like a gust of wind towards the truck that was returning to the Mercenary City.
"Want to eat noodles? Pickled cabbage noodles, eight copper doves per bowl."
The smile on his face made his eyes slit.
The mercenaries on the truck were a little confused. They were not children in their regiment. How come they were more excited than the children in their regiment?
After the others shouted, Locust Cub waited for the next truck to come back.
Shen Yan said that it was okay for them to shout, but they should not be around people all the time. Otherwise, not only would others not come to eat noodles, they would probably get beaten.
At the noodle stall, there was a child who was no taller than the table. He climbed up on the stool with his calves and wiped the table with a rag.
He had to queue up to clean the table, and it was not easy until it was his turn.
The business is still the same, mainly because there are too few tables and stools.
When Locust Zai and others saw Shen Yan and the others coming back, they ran over in a hurry.
"Shen Yan, I drank three bowls of noodle soup today."
"Aunt Dong said that we almost drank up all the soup for cooking noodles."
"Ha ha."
I don’t know why, but I can’t suppress my happiness.
Shen Yan and the others closed the stall a little late because they had to wait for the other members who were selling cloth and mining to come back, eat hot noodles, and then go back together.
The starry night was brilliant, and a bunch of people were holding the benches and carrying the pots and stoves. The joy on their faces was beyond words, because they still had time to go home and count the money.
Shen Yan glanced at the box containing the money, and it looked like there was indeed some money. However, excluding flour and other costs and counting the net profit, in Shen Yan's era, the boss would probably cry if he earned so much in a day.
However, the mercenary group can make money without going on a mission, which is very satisfying for Aunt Dong and others, and there is no shortage of money.
Some people asked them today if they would come to set up stalls tomorrow. They estimated that business would be even better tomorrow.
This noodle stall is well worth setting up.
Half of the members of their Tiger and Leopard mercenary group are physically disabled, and there are also a few children. There are only about 20 people who can really go on missions. The remaining people can't actually do much for the group.
But now, they can at least help roll the dough and wash the dishes, which can be regarded as doing something for the group.
The satisfaction in his heart was beyond what Shen Yan could experience.
When he got home, Zhao Kuo actually counted the money there, polishing the copper doves on his body, and even teased the locust cubs and other children.
"Look, is it bright or not?"
It made several children laugh: "Commander, can we buy enough food?"
"I want a weapon so that I can go on missions with the team in the future."
The kerosene lamp came on.
Shen Yan: "Everyone saw today that there are not enough tables and benches."
"It's seriously affecting our business."
The group of people were nodding and discussing enthusiastically.
Shen Yan: "The sauerkraut I picked last time will not be used for long. I have to continue harvesting wild vegetables."
At the same time, under the night light, the sound of Li Sanniang's pipa also sounded, which was requested by Zhao Kuo.
Shen Yan still doesn't know that mercenaries are in great need of sounds that soothe their souls, because... there are many sources of pollution in this world. The radiation infection emitted is invisible to the naked eye. There are some elements of pollution in the air. Life is too difficult and people's emotions are low. , the spirit will be polluted, and it will accumulate day by day, and it will explode at some point, causing people to become crazy and die.
The singing of wandering poets is the best way to clear this kind of mental pollution, so the amber bracelet from the early Tang Dynasty has a much greater effect than Shen Yan imagined.
Shen Yan became very sleepy because he called Li Sanniang and went to bed early, leaving the others to get new tables and benches.
Late at night, Shen Yan was shaken awake by Zhao Kuo on the lower bunk.
Datongbu is very simple, with upper and lower bunks. Some people sleep on the bed, while others sleep on the floor.
Shen Yan opened his eyes in a daze and saw Zhao Kuo staring at him with bright eyes, holding the "ugly stone" he got today in his hand, and whispered in a low voice: "It's time to tell a story."
Also let him feel how it feels to have his voice transmitted into Mengyuan overnight.
Shen Yan: "..."
Why did he feel like he was having an affair with a rough guy in the middle of the night? The expression on his face didn't calm down at all, which made him tremble.
