Zhao Lan did go to find his father, but his father had no time to distinguish the yin and yang in Zhao Lan's tone.
His father's hair turned gray with worry as he looked at the rain outside the window: "Is it really going to rain for ten consecutive days?"
With the current rain intensity, water will definitely accumulate in the ground. The heavy rain and strong wind will sweep all the wheat to the ground and soak it in the water.
If the rain only lasts for a day or two, they can still save the soaked wheat after the rain and dry it in time, which can minimize the loss.
But if soaked for ten consecutive days, there is only one result. The wheat will swell first. In fact, the swollen wheat cannot be preserved. Then some will sprout and some will become moldy. The final result will be all rotten in the ground.
Before Zhao Lan could speak, his mother, Mrs. Hailis, interjected: "The rain looks heavy, but it might stop tomorrow. How can it rain for so long?"
"If we start harvesting now despite the rain, how much more money will we have to spend on hiring workers?"
Zhao Lan thought to himself, Hey, another one doesn’t listen to Master Xuanzun Wuji.
Said: "You can't say that. What if it rains for ten days? Our Iron-Blooded Mercenary Group will have no harvest this year, and all the brothers in the group will become homeless?"
His father glared at Zhao Lan. They still had some food reserves, so they wouldn't be homeless, but they would definitely tighten their belts to live a better life.
Mrs. Hailis: "Even if the harvest is affected, given my family's status in Brahma Emperor City, it won't be a big problem to help buy food then. It's unreasonable to waste money just because there is no definite news."
Captain Zhao frowned. The current situation of the Iron-Blooded Mercenary Group is a bit strange. Mrs. Hailis’s family is very powerful among the nobles of Brahma Emperor City, so as her mother-in-law, she has a lot of business and cooperation with the Iron-Blooded Mercenary Group. Material exchange.
These contacts have indeed brought a lot of benefits to the Iron-Blooded Mercenary Group.
But in recent years, the Iron-Blooded Mercenary Group seems to have become more and more dependent on cooperation with Mrs. Haylis's family, and instead abandoned some of its original wealth accumulation channels.
If the food is in the opponent's hands again, the Iron-Blooded Mercenary Group will become very passive.
Besides, even if the Jagged Mercenary Group can buy food, what about the other mercenary groups in the Mercenary City?
Although there is competition among the mercenary groups, when the mercenary city faces common difficulties, it must unite together. This is the basis for the mercenary city to stand firm and not be invaded by external forces. Mercenaries The city was built thousands of years ago by their iron-blooded mercenary group. They have deep feelings and cannot just watch it fall into disaster.
Captain Zhao looked at the rain outside and arrived after a while: "Waste a little money, just waste it. It's better than having nothing to gain. Let people inform other mercenary groups with wheat fields. How they choose is up to them." matter."
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Next time in the city, the Tiger and Leopard Mercenary Group.
On a rainy night, Zhao Kuo went out for a trip. When he came back in the rain, he said, "I have accepted a mission for everyone."
"Help other mercenary groups harvest wheat. Because we have to brave the rain to harvest, the reward is pretty good."
The rain is so heavy that their noodle shop cannot open. This task can be regarded as a subsidy for the noodle shop's inability to open.
Zhao Kuo: "What's a little strange is that at first, only a few large mercenary groups were recruiting workers overnight, and then other medium-sized mercenary groups with wheat fields also started."
"I don't know
Where did the news come from? It will rain for ten days. "
After saying that, he added: "Go to rest early tonight. You have to go to work at dawn tomorrow."
Shen Yan nodded: "You have to get a good rest. It takes a lot of effort to harvest in the rain."
Zhao Kuo glanced at Shen Yan and said, "You don't have to go. If you go, it will only count as half a labor force at most."
Shen Yan was stunned and looked at his arms and body. Why?
Locust Cub: "Shen Yan, look at me."
"Humph, they don't want me. It's like I don't have a lot of strength. They look down on people. I'm half a laborer."
Shen Yan: "..."
Outside there was the sound of rain hitting the ground, and not long after, water seemed to form on the ground.
There was a strong wind, and the kerosene lamp on the window sill was blown out. From time to time, there were some strange movements in the heavy rain, which made the little milk cat in the warehouse meow in surprise.
Everyone else began to rest and prepare for tomorrow. Shen Yan took out the old box.
It was too late today, so after entering the illusion, Shen Yan just pulled Zhao Lan in.
Use the voice of thunder to tell him the location of the transaction, the black market, 03-11.
I will feel relieved as soon as the old document is back in my hands.
Then ended today’s trip to the fantasy world.
The next day, the rain seemed to lighten up a little. When Shen Yan got up, everyone else in the warehouse had gone to work, leaving only a few children who couldn't go out. They yawned and looked out the window worriedly: "It won't rain this time." Stop, our noodle stall can’t sustain itself.”
All of them are young and quite worried about how to live their young lives.
Shen Yan walked out of the warehouse, ready to see if the sheep were fed and wet.
There was quite a lot of water on the ground outside, even covering the soles of the feet. This was the result of the sewers that continuously drained water underground.
A wall outside was also blown down, showing how severe the heavy rain and wind were last night.
Shen Yan lifted up his trousers and waded into the water to see the sheep. The location for raising sheep was indeed good, but some of the hay for making nests was wet. Zhao Kuo did not go to work and was feeding the sheep.
In the room next to it where the sundries are stored, Aunt Dong and others are also busy cooking, and will probably have to deliver food to others later.
Shen Yan thought to himself that Zhao Kuo was just in time and was going to take him to the black market.
It rained continuously. Putting on his bamboo hat and raincoat, which could barely cover the rain, Shen Yan led Zhao Kuo towards the black market.
Zhao Kuo: "Why go out in such heavy rain?"
The journey is like wading across a river.
Shen Yan thought to himself, we have to go, Zhao Lan is probably waiting impatiently, he now receives the "sacrifice" first and then gives instructions to the other party. With Zhao Lan's eager mood, he is probably already waiting in the black market.
When we arrived at Black Market 03-11, we saw a well-covered person looking out anxiously.
Zhao Lan was naturally very excited when she saw the person coming, especially after Shen Yan showed the eye pattern on his hand.
The transaction was successful, and Zhao Lan even lowered his voice and said, "Please come here on such a rainy day."
Shen Yan was extremely nervous, fearing that the other party would say something that he shouldn't say, so he lowered his voice: "Don't say anything that shouldn't be said."
"Don't ask what you shouldn't ask."
Then take it directly
Things leave.
Zhao Kuo was extremely confused. The person opposite seemed to give him a sense of familiarity. Moreover, when Shen Yan came here to pick up things before, he would always let him inspect the things. Why did he protect the items this time like a thief?
Zhao Kuo's eyes moved, and he stretched out his hand to pull on Shen Yan's shoulder, as if to tell Shen Yan not to walk so fast, and slightly touched Shen Yan's neck with his fingers.
As a result, Shen Yan became as soft as noodles and went to the ground, his face flushed.
As he fell, he was picked up by Zhao Kuo and held on his shoulders.
Tsk, there is no way to resist this sequelae, and there is no way to escape from his grasp.
Shen Yan was shocked, what was Zhao Kuo doing? I don’t know how severe the sequelae are. The moment those strong fingers touched his neck, it was like a match being scratched on the skin of a match. It started a fire. Now he has no resistance to being strong, strong, strong, and muscular. ability.
It's over, it's over, Shen Yan tightly clamps his legs.
If he didn't tighten it, Zhao Kuo would definitely feel the truly unspeakable nature of his sequelae.
The stick is very polite, salute.
Zhao Kuo was picking up the box on the ground, and just took a look at it. Why did it look so familiar? Isn't this the packaging he used to isolate the old document that he gave to Zhao Lan yesterday?
After opening it a little, I saw the old document inside.
Was that person Zhao Lan just now?
The corners of Zhao Kuo's mouth turned up: "Why don't you say something? ()"
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Zhao Lan answered casually: "It rarely rains so heavily in the Mercenary City. I went out for a walk. The Bible says that rain and dew are gifts from God. I went to feel the majesty of God."
Ole smiled: "Praise the goddess, your piety will even be admired by the priests in the church in Vatican City."
Then the conversation changed: "I heard from people in the regiment that a wandering mercenary came to you yesterday and said it was about old documents. I didn't know you
() Is there anything gained? "
Speaking of this, Zhao Lan felt so happy that he was grateful to the wandering mercenary who told him the news last night. He didn't know where he knew that his brother had old documents.
Zhao Lan: "Thanks to the goddess for favoring me, I did get an old document."
The corners of Ole's mouth turned up.
Zhao Lan continued: "However, I gave the old documents to others."
I'm so happy that I got a revelation from that Excellency. Of course, I can't tell anyone this.
The smile on Ole's face froze: "To whom?"
Zhao Lan looked at his uncle Ole with some confusion.
Ole still smiled: "I recently heard that the regiment's old documents were lost, so I paid more attention to this aspect."
Zhao Lan nodded, expressing understanding, and then said: "I don't know who the other party is. He is wearing a bamboo hat and a raincoat, covering his face so tightly that he can't see his face clearly."
Ole's heart was churning. It was raining so heavily and there were people wearing hats and raincoats outside. Where could he look for it?
The strange thing is that Zhao Lanhua put so much effort into finding old documents, why did he give it to others so easily?
Zhao Lan said: "Dear uncle, if nothing happens, I will go and see how our wheat harvest is going. God loves the world and will not let us starve."
Ole is not in a good mood right now. He spent so much time, but ended up giving it to someone else cheaply.
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Shen Yan was carried back home by Zhao Kuo, who was tossed around on his back and spilled several times.
When they arrived at the warehouse, Shen Yan finally breathed a sigh of relief.
God, that damn feeling is so intoxicating that you can't extricate yourself. If he were a pervert, he might not be able to help but take the initiative to rub that strong back.
Fortunately, the old documents that had been resold once were back in his hands, and he also got seven Sunday school admissions.
This admission quota may seem simple, but it is indeed a symbol of class differentiation and power. Most people really can't get it, and it doesn't mean they have money.
Shen Yan rested for a while, changed into a pair of trousers, washed the trousers when he had time, and left them to cool under the eaves outside the warehouse.
Although the rain continues, it is actually not cold at all.
At this time, Zhao Kuo drove the truck over. The large wheels of the truck separated the water on the road with amazing momentum.
He waved to Shen Yan: "Get in the car."
Shen Yan climbed into the co-pilot: "Where are you going?"
Zhao Kuo: "Go to the desert and let you experience the real life of a mercenary."
Shen Yan was stunned. Going to the desert in this weather?
In the compartment behind the truck, Jiang Yu, Uncle Guo, Dong Da, and all the capable men from the Tiger and Leopard Mercenary Group seemed to be there.
When the truck drove out of the city, Shen Yan realized why Zhao Kuo didn't go with others to help harvest wheat and make money today.
"When it rains heavily, the rain soaks the desert sand and exposes what's underneath."
"There are several trade routes in the desert, so there are also some sand bandits who specialize in robbing caravans. In the struggle with the sand bandits, many people and mercenaries died between them."
"The bodies of these bandits or mercenaries were dried in the desert and usually covered by wind and sand. No one can find them in the vast desert."
"But the heavy rain washes away
will expose them. "
"This is a good deal. It will be valuable if we find the sacred artifacts left behind by the mercenaries."
Zhao Kuo also whispered: "Do you know why I recommended you to choose Corpse Whisperer in the first place?"
"For mercenaries, a lot of wealth comes from the corpses left uncollected in the wilderness."
"Furthermore, you have been mentally strengthened by the ancient documents. This is a very abnormal way of strengthening. In terms of soul strength, you will soon meet the requirements of the eighth prologue. What is missing is just skill proficiency, so It will be good for you to go looking for corpses in the wilderness more often and communicate with different corpses."
"Prologues from the ninth to the seventh prologue are called low prologues. It is relatively easy to advance. By the sixth prologue, the speed will slow down."
"From the ninth chapter to the eighth chapter, excluding those with extraordinary talents, it will take an average person about a year, and those with less talent will take about two years or more."
Shen Yan's situation is indeed a bit special, because no one would risk using old documents to strengthen his soul like him. Compared with the degree of danger, this is not cost-effective.
The life-and-death decision of this time still left the sequelae, and the time required for ordinary people to go through the step-by-step process was shortened from one year to about one or two months. This was achieved in exchange for a method that even the legendary mercenaries would not dare to try at the risk of their demise. of.
Shen Yan was a little surprised: "For those who are talented, I mean, those who are particularly talented, how long does it take to advance from the ninth chapter to the eighth chapter?"
Zhao Kuo: "One day, maybe shorter."
Shen Yan stopped talking, his heart was cold from the shock. He worked hard but couldn't match the talent of others.
Comparing people to each other is really infuriating.
Zhao Kuo glanced at Shen Yan. He could withstand the contamination of old documents that even legendary mercenaries might not be able to resist. This talent was not something anyone could compare to. At least he knew that only Shen Yan could do it in the first place. In the ninth prologue, he was infected by old documents and survived.
The truck passed through the wheat fields outside the city, which was very busy.
The cut wheat ears are continuously transported to the city by trucks and manpower.
This is a real rush to harvest. If the speed is slow, the wheat may really rot in the ground. It will be an unimaginable blow to the mercenary city, which is short on material resources and not rich in conditions.
Therefore, even if no one knew the truth about the news that heavy rain would fall for ten days, none of them dared to take the risk.
In addition, seeing that the oldest iron-blooded mercenary group believed it and were recruiting workers, the other mercenary groups naturally became panicked. They gritted their teeth and simply followed suit.
In this case, at most some labor money is wasted, but the possibility of losing everything is avoided.
They didn't know whether it was worth it, but they didn't dare to bet that it would rain for less than ten days, because they were risking their lives.
When Shen Yan and his truck drove into the desert, the rain that seemed to be stopping began to pour again.
It is estimated that people in the mercenary city don't know whether to be grateful or lament that the weather is unpredictable.
Zhao Kuo's truck has a very strange design. For example, before entering the desert, the wheels are now equipped with tracks.
Shen Yan was stunned for a long time. Originally, he was worried about what would happen if the truck got stuck in the desert.
But now it seems that although this truck is in tatters,
But it is specially designed for desert travel on rainy days.
The track's load-bearing area is very wide, just like the paddy harvester of Shen Yan's era, it can be driven even on muddy ground.
After attaching the tracks, the truck drove into the desert.
The surface of the desert has turned into thin mud-like sand, because it is somewhat uneven. When the rain washes away, the sand on the surface is washed away, revealing the harder and larger things underneath.
How should I put it, the surface of the entire desert seems to be flowing, and only the immovable bulk underneath is left in place, exposed to the surface.
Zhao Kuo and the others chose one of the trade routes.
"The corpses around the trade routes are usually raided by passing mercenary groups, so there is little profit."
"But when the caravans on this road fight with the sand bandits, some will definitely flee in all directions, and many will die a little further away. These are our goals."
After driving a little inside, Shen Yan started hanging on the car door and started listening.
The sound of the truck engine, the sound of wheels, the sound of rain, the sound of wind, many sounds are mixed together, and it is not so easy to hear the sound of corpses among them.
But what is certain is that this method especially exercises the ability of the Corpse Whisperer.
Jiang Yu and the others were also scanning the area where the truck passed. If the dried corpse protruded from the surface, they would be able to see it from a close distance.
Most mercenary groups rely on naked eyes to search for corpses. For experienced mercenaries, this method is actually very useful.
However, before Shen Yan and the others, it seemed that a corpse search team had already passed by, and even the corpses along the way were moved away. Some of these corpses might be made into revelations, but they cannot be distinguished now, so they were transported back together to reveal the revelations. Objects can be worth a lot of money. Even if they can't be made into revelations, they can be used as fertilizer in wheat fields. Therefore, Shen Yan and the others gained very little, and they didn't encounter any mummies.
Heavy rain, strong wind, no one can say that they will definitely gain something from this trip. This is the adventure of mercenaries, full of passion, unknown, exploration...
After walking slowly for about an hour, the rain was almost blinding.
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Dong Da muttered: "Why is it getting bigger and bigger? Looking at this situation, all the straw outside the city will be broken in the ground."
At this time, Shen Yan suddenly put his finger in front of his mouth and said "shush": "There is a sound."
"thirsty!"
"thirsty!"
Just one word, but repeated, urgently.
Zhao Kuo simply stopped the car.
The sounds that Shen Yan could hear became clearer. He got out of the car and walked towards a place in the rain. He didn't go very far, about two hundred meters away from the truck.
Shen Yan covered the raindrops in his eyes with his hands, lay on the ground and listened for a while: "This is it, try digging down."
Dong Da ran back to get a shovel and started shoveling. Not long after shoveling, about one meter away, he saw a mummy lying there quietly.
Everyone couldn't help but look at Shen Yan in surprise. Very few people knew about Shen Yan's profession. Even members of the same mercenary group rarely mentioned their profession to others. Just like Zhao Kuo has not told Shen Yan yet. Feast his career.
Of course, after being in contact for a long time, you can sometimes guess the other person's profession. At this time, the group members already have a deep understanding of each other.
Feelings,
Nor will the profession of members of the group be publicized everywhere.
Dong Da dug out the mummy directly.
The corpse seemed to be quite old.
The fabric fell apart into strips as soon as it was touched, leaving only some parts embedded in the flesh that were still intact.
As they were moved, a large number of copper doves were scattered, about a hundred of them.
Jiang Yu jumped into the dug pit and threw the copper dove out. The harvest was pretty good.
The man above was checking other things on the mummy, and there was a silver ring on the finger of the mummy.
Zhao Kuo had already taken off the ring and looked at it over and over.
Shen Yan also took a few glances. It was not a silver ring, but a needle. In ancient times, weavers wore it on their fingers when threading needles. It was used to push the needle through the fabric. It also had the effect of preventing the hand from being punctured by the needle.
This is a cultural relic, and the needle is made of silver. Only female officials in the palace weaving workshop can use it this way. It emerged in the Yuan Dynasty.
Zhao Kuo put away the things and loaded the mummy into the car. Whether the mummy can be made into a revelation depends on whether it is an aberration. It needs to be taken back for study. Even if the Tiger and Leopard Mercenary Group does not use this mummy, it might be able to be used. Sold to other mercenary groups.
With harvest, the atmosphere is different.
Shen Yan was also surprised. He now had some understanding of the value of the sacred artifacts. Even if he only found this one, it would be a worthwhile trip.
This way of making money is really... addictive.
Shen Yan licked his lips: "Let's go on."
He somewhat likes this "nouveau riche" feeling.
This is the joy of searching for treasures. Searching is for harvest. Once you harvest something, you want to find the next one and can't stop.
Zhao Kuo looked at Shen Yan's excited expression and wanted to be a rookie mercenary who had just taken his first step.
He picked up the dry handkerchief next to him and wiped Shen Yan's wet head.
As a result, Shen Yan got on directly as the co-pilot.
Zhao Kuo: "..."
Forget about this weird after-effect.
Not in a hurry to leave, Zhao Kuo looked at the sky and said, "Let's replenish the food first."
When Shen Yan was given a wheat cake that was as baked as iron lumps, his face was full of bitterness, he had forgotten about this, and his heart became fierce. After returning this time, he must make a food that is easy to carry.
He took two bites of the wheat cake as if it was life-threatening.
Everyone also laughed, and they probably understood Shen Yan's current mood. They were used to eating baked wheat cakes before, so maybe they didn't think anything of it, but now, this baked wheat cake is really unpalatable.
After eating and continuing on the road, Shen Yan couldn't tell the direction at all. The rain was sometimes heavy and sometimes light, but it never stopped anyway.
Zhao Kuo avoided a common trade route and traveled around. Needless to say, the effect was really effective.
Every hour or so, Shen Yan would always hear the sounds of some strange corpses. Of course, this required Shen Yan to concentrate, otherwise these sounds would be covered up by other sounds.
Dig up corpses and collect treasures.
But holy weapons are not so easy to discover. Not every mercenary wears a holy weapon. Shen Yan has calculated the approximate proportion before. About one out of ten mercenaries has a holy weapon, and most mercenaries have a holy weapon. Soldiers still rely on the special abilities brought by the mercenary profession to survive and take risks.
I picked up a lot of copper doves.
Night, Zhao
Kuo is constantly polishing the copper dove to get rid of the rust on the top. The bottom is as good as new and can still be used.
The more they wiped, the happier they became. With Shen Yan's ability to discover corpses, they could make more money by digging up corpses and collecting treasures than selling noodles in a shop. After all, there was no cost.
Shen Yan was also a little excited, and he seemed to experience the fun.
This is Shen Yan's first time in the desert. The first time, he was rescued by Zhao Kuo and his team. The second time, he went to the desert town of Green Emerald to rescue Shang Qi. The second time, this time, he has come to dig up corpses and collect treasures. .
The sound of rain and wind at night made it difficult to sleep well.
Shen Yan went out this time with a sacrificial box. He was worried that his old box would have problems when placed on the bed, so he carried the sacrificial box on his back and put the medicine box that called Sun Ci upright in the sacristan. Put it in, and put the old bronze box in the medicine box.
Boxes within boxes, infinite nesting dolls.
Shen Yan took out the old bronze box and entered the fantasy world. He thought that Zhao Lan had already put the "sacrifice"
handed over to his "favorite"
, I am probably too excited to sleep now, waiting to hear the revelation.
Shen Yan was in a special situation now, so he just pulled Zhao Lan into the illusion, and then directly started to tell the story of Jin Lu's furnace gun and the warlock Lu Junyi who was caught in the gun.
It is indeed a story. This is a story about a green forest hero that makes people's blood surge. Among them, Lu Junyi's loyalty, passionate blood, super courage, and unparalleled martial arts are absolutely unforgettable. His reputation will be passed down through the ages, and his life will be remembered. Similar to the protagonist in martial arts.
"During the Northern Song Dynasty, the world was in chaos, and injustices in the world were common..."
"There are sixteen heavenly stars and seventy-two evil stars reincarnated..."
"The reincarnation of Tiangang Star has a pseudonym in the human world, Lu Junyi...!"
It starts from when Lu Junyi was born, then when he was a teenager, and then when he carried a golden urn and a furnace gun, he became a hero in troubled times...
Zhao Lan was stunned when he heard this.
The story is a bit long. Zhao Lan grabbed Chuanxian's hand and his tendons were exposed.
One is using too much force, and the other is being too excited.
As a young man, listening to heroic stories had already made him forget about the turbulence of the storm. He only wanted to listen to the voice in the thunder. He tried his best not to miss a word.
This is the truth of the world, this is the revelation given to him, just like the revelation given to others before, they should have the same mood as him now.
After Shen Yan finished speaking, he exited the fantasy world. After all, he had to continue walking in the desert tomorrow and had to have enough energy.
The team continued on the second day and the harvest was good.
However, Shen Yan was not excited for a few days. The rain continued and didn't stop at all. He stayed in the car every day. When he dug up the corpse, it was like soaking in the rain.
There is simply not enough dry clothes to change, and clothes barely washed in the rain will not dry that quickly.
So except for the first two days, I wore wet clothes the rest of the time.
In addition, I only have baked wheat cakes to eat, and I have to concentrate mentally at all times. This continuous mental concentration turns myself into a receiver of the corpse's language. It is nothing at first, but as it continues for a long time, it becomes a kind of torture. .
Inspiration has maintained a high degree of diffusion for a long time, constantly diverging and pulling, even if it is a steel bar, it has to be straightened.
Shen Yan wanted to end this state, but Zhao Kuo stopped him: "This is the best opportunity to practice your professional abilities."
In one word, the banquet will be settled
After being blocked back, Shen Yan suspected that Zhao Kuo, a miser, continued to enslave him because he saw a huge harvest.
No matter what, it didn't stop.
On the fifth day, the sixth day, the seventh day, and the eighth day, in the wind and rain, we kept searching for the corpse, kept listening to the corpse's voice, and kept communicating with the corpse.
Shen Yan couldn't hold on in the end, and lay down tiredly in the passenger compartment, a little confused: "I can't do it anymore, I can't do it anymore, even if you poke me with your finger, I won't get up. ()"
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Anyway, even if you do something to him, he doesn't want to move.
Zhao Kuo opened Shen Yan's eyes and took a look. The bronze color around the pupils already exuded a hint of silver, which was the color of silver in the eighth prologue.
After looking at the daily necessities he brought with him, he saw that they were almost enough, and then said: "The food can last for two days. It will be just about enough when we get back."
The truck started to go back, because it was no longer searching like when it came, and it was much faster.
On the truck, everyone was also appraising their harvest, and the smiles on their faces showed that they were quite satisfied.
"Just the copper doves found, plus these corpses, can probably be worth the money that the shop has not opened these days."
Of course, the most valuable thing is not these, but the silver ring and a sacred artifact obtained later.
Well, maybe it's a sacred weapon.
The other item was a rusty small file. It could have been a dagger. It was too short, and it didn't look very lethal.
Shen Yan knew it. It was a file. It was a tool used by carpenters to carve patterns on wood. It was also a file specialized in making hollow carving styles. During the Kangxi period of the Qing Dynasty, this kind of hollowing out technique was developed in various forms and reached its peak. It was beautiful. The extent may be beyond the imagination of modern people.
It's a pity that these treasure-like things have been lost. In that era when the national self-confidence was hit, it seemed that all the things of our ancestors were not as good as others, so we buried these things that should have shined in the world. .
It can only be seen in ancient books. For example, "Dream of Red Mansions" written by Cao Xueqin, a master of the Qing Dynasty, has a large number of descriptions of various styles of hollow screens.
Of course, Shen Yan couldn't speak out and tell everyone 100% that this was a cultural relic and a sacred artifact.
He didn't know the role of telling the stories behind these artifacts before, but now he has to hide his identity in the illusion.
By the time the truck was driven back to the mercenary city, exactly ten days had passed since they left the city.
"This weather is really weird." Jiang Yu stuck his head out of the car window and basked in the sun.
Shen Yan was also blinded by the sunlight: "No."
The heavy rain that had lasted for ten days stopped, and the sun came directly again, causing people's skin to tingle.
Passing by the city gate, the noodle stall of their mercenary group started doing business again.
When the Locust Cubs and a group of children saw the truck of their mercenary group, they ran over screaming and followed them all the way back.
After returning to the warehouse, Shen Yan took a bath comfortably and put on clean clothes. If it didn't work, don't call him for anything. He had to get some sleep.
Zhao Kuo and others took the corpses in the car out to sell them. There were so many corpses that it was useless to pile them up.
When Shen Yan woke up, a bunch of children gathered around the bed, all smiling.
() went up to his ears: "Shen Yan, hurry up, get up and drink bone soup. Aunt Dong has set up a stove outside to make it specially. You can drink it when you wake up."
"Aunt Dong said that if you get caught in the rain and drink a few bowls of hot soup, nothing will happen."
Shen Yan drank a bowl of kelp bone soup and ate a bowl of hot noodles, and finally felt comfortable.
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At this time, Xingdou was walking on the street of the Mercenary City. It had been raining for ten days, and he had not left the sentry post in the Emerald Forest. This was his second visit to the Mercenary City after the rain.
However, only ten days had passed and he entered the mercenary city. Why was everyone's attitude towards him completely different?
There were still people pointing at him, but it wasn't the kind of things like "Hey, look, it's an Eldar race" or "Isn't this the Eldar race that hates us humans the most? Why did they come to our human territory?" These things are strange to see. Or sarcasm.
But, how do you describe the look in their eyes? They seem a little enthusiastic, and they feel like they want to talk?
Not to mention, I actually met several humans who came up to talk.
"Are you Xing Dou of the Spirit Clan?"
"Xing Dou from the Poetry and Song Mercenary Team?"
"That Eldar person who said heavy rain will fall for ten days?"
Xing Dou is not used to the sudden enthusiasm of humans. He is an Eldar. Just as the Eldar hate humans, humans will not have a good attitude because of the Eldar's arrogance and difficulty in getting along with him. Otherwise, it would be his first time to be a servant. Bing Zhicheng would not be directly arrested and imprisoned in the security booth.
Along the way, people couldn't stop asking him.
In fact, the average people in the mercenary city are just curious about Xingdou, but those in the mercenary group with wheat fields are different. If it weren't for Xingdou's words "The heavy rain will last for ten days," they would not believe it. I don’t know how much food will be lost this year.
Therefore, even if Xing Dou is a spirit race, they will become gentler in their speech.
At first, the news about "heavy rain for ten consecutive days" was said to have come from Zhao Lan of the Iron-Blooded Mercenary Regiment, and then it was said that the news about Zhao Lan came from a spiritual tribe named Xing Dou.
The matter was indeed bizarre, and the more I inquired about it, the more bizarre it became. This spirit tribe and Zhao Lan also formed a mercenary team called Shiyuge.
It is said that this spirit clan accurately predicted the heavy rain because it summoned a very extraordinary heroic spirit.
Anyway, all kinds of news about Zhao Lan and Xing Dou spread everywhere.
Xing Dou probably understood some of the content, and his first thought was, what if the news spread to the Emerald Forest? He sneaked out.
In addition to preventing human poaching and defending against foreign enemies, their outposts also have the duty of gathering information.
My head hurts. With the situation in the mercenary city, it would be a matter of time before the news got back.
Just as he was thinking about it, a gust of wind hit his forehead.
Xingdou looked up and saw an extremely mysterious spear stabbing him.
It was a spear engraved with strange runes, and the spearmanship was as mysterious as flowers blooming in his eyes.
The agility of the Spirit Race is very good, but in front of this gun, Xing Dou actually felt that he had no way to hide.
He had only seen such a perfect shot once in the heroic spirit of Bai Wang Xiao Lingchen.
The tip of the gun pointed at his
Between the eyebrows, but stay within an inch.
Xing Dou's palms were clenched and he couldn't resist at all, but why did he attack him?
At this time, a familiar voice sounded from the side: "How is it?"
Some show off, some show off, just like a puppy looking forward to praise.
Xingdou was stunned, Zhao Lan?
Xingdou suddenly thought of something and looked at the gun suddenly: "Jin Luti Furnace Gun?"
He looked at the man suddenly: "The warlock Lu Junyi was shot?"
He even went back to investigate and found out that the Golden Lu Ti Furnace Spear was ranked tenth in the world, while their White King Xiao Lingchen’s Tiger Head Zhan Golden Spear was ranked seventh in the world.
A little-known human boy was actually as famous as Xiao Lingchen, the hero of their spiritual race.
So Xing Dou was really shocked when he saw the world-shaking shot pointed at his eyebrow. Even in their spiritual tribe, such existence was only slightly recorded in books.
And now they are members of the same mercenary team, which feels so amazing.
Zhao Lan could even wake up from his dreams with a smile these past two days. He finally called out the heroic spirit in his holy weapon. That old document was so worth it.
Especially the story of Lu Junyi, Lu Junyi's spear skills, amazing and mysterious spear skills, are peerless.
…
Night falls.
Shen Yan was sleepy because his inspiration lasted for too long.
But he didn't sleep because Zhao Kuo sat on the edge of his bed.
Zhao Kuo was holding the two newly obtained sacred weapons: "Take a look."
Shen Yan was startled out of his sleep, and the alarm bell started ringing.
When he first came to this world, because he didn't understand the situation, he told Zhao Kuo many stories about the cultural relics, which resulted in several sacred artifacts successfully undergoing the Abyssal Ceremony.
It can be called a coincidence, but it can also reveal some secrets.
Looking at Zhao Kuo's eyes, he must know something.
The "silver ring" on Zhao Kuo's hand is related to sewing and weaving.
But the Tiger and Leopard Mercenary Group has sold out of cloth now, so even if this cultural relic summons some heroic spirit, it probably won't be of use for the time being.
On the contrary, it was the carpenter's file. Shen Yan had long felt that their warehouse was messy and had everything piled up. It was too chaotic, and he had long wanted to get some furniture that organized things.
He also tried it, but the idea was beautiful, but getting started was another matter entirely. When Shen Yan was in middle school, he took a carpentry hobby class. It was all manual wood work, and he could make at most one pen holder mold in one class.
It is estimated that only a truly skilled carpenter can do this without the help of machines. !
