Dou refers to Hai, which is Xiaoxue.
The sky and the earth accumulate yin, and when it is warm it becomes rain, and when it is cold it becomes snow.
But the cold weather in the northwest has no way to stop the human race's enthusiasm for life.
Everything is in ruins and ready to be revived.
"Give me a break, I'm from the Kingdom of Shijun. I heard that you are lacking skilled workers in the animal husbandry industry. I came here to work..."
"Isn't this responding to the big leader's call?"
Several strongholds of the Communist Party have been built with a general outline, and the action is very fast. In fact, it does not take long to build a simple mountain stronghold, not to mention the Central Plains army, which has also vacated its own strongholds, and attracted foreign troops. The large influx of people brings bustling heat to this cold winter.
Novel things are constantly being introduced, and road construction is underway to facilitate more exchanges and trade with other strongholds in the future.
The market is always the first thing to be opened up. On the sixth day after the Communist Party stronghold resumed production, people began to set up street stalls outside the stronghold. Of course, most of the items sold were the only things left at home. Some of them were from the Communist Party. People saw some opportunities for survival and decided to sell the things in their homes that they could not use for the time being, but that might be able to exchange for goods.
These things cannot be used by oneself, but others may use them, whether it is bartering or giving goods. In short, after these small stalls are established, they quickly form a scale on the seventh day.
Bronze wares are already considered valuable items. In the past, the goods plundered by the Communist State were basically confiscated by the Central Plains people and became part of the public property. After these plundered things disappeared, some people in the Communist State The tribesmen who were originally relatively well-off were suddenly destitute, because most of them followed Gonggong to attack the city and plunder the land, and robbed a large amount of property, but their own family did not have much native savings.
People who sell weapons, sell stone sculptures, lose their savings and become bankrupt, and those who have committed war crimes will naturally be sent to labor camps to cultivate public fields, and their families must understand some truth at this time.
Only when you lose can you gain. A large amount of external wealth accumulated through plundering. When this wealth disappears, all you can rely on is still the little you have.
Some people were so cruel that they sold off their clothes and even their house. They sold the big house and exchanged it for a smaller one. They gained extra wealth and then bought items that were needed in large quantities at this time.
Those who couldn't be cruel still kept their houses and only took a little property to find ways to get some pottery to sell.
Selling pottery in the market is always risk-free, but you can't make a lot of money either. You can only make a small income and barely make ends meet. In short, you will starve to death.
"Selling oracle bones, fine oracle bones for divination!"
"The old wizard can do divination for you with only one shell coin!"
The oracle bones for divination are sold next door, and people are being paid to do divination. It seems to be a supply chain situation that can be seen everywhere. Someone asked the wizard, is your oracle bone divination true?
The wizard chuckled.
I, the assistant wizard who followed Gonggong in the charge, had fought against the Rainmaster Thunder God. I, the orthodox wizard of the Gonggong Department, can I deceive you about divination?
A shell coin, a divination, but everyone knows about divination. Ordinary burning oracle bones are used for divination. These can be manipulated by wizards. If you want good luck, it will be good, and if you want bad luck, it will be bad. Of course, if you want to divine Good luck or specific hexagrams still depend on luck and skills. However, like Wu Xian's kind of divination, which is completely uncontrollable and cannot be learned by ordinary people.
"Hey, today is auspicious. As soon as you enter the stronghold, something good will happen! If something good happens, come back later."
The old wizard sent away the satisfied customers, and the man selling oracle bones next to him asked: "Back then, you followed Gonggong and the snake shaman, and you were extremely prosperous. Now you are doing divination on the streets here. How can you still have the glory of a wizard?"
The old wizard sighed: "That's what I originally thought. This time, one shellfish coin must be too little for this divination!"
"But the economy is not good now. My family is a key target. All the stolen goods have been confiscated. What the Central Plains people say is to use them in production and construction, transport these things to other places for the circulation of goods, and When we buy building materials, we don’t know where they are shipped, and we don’t dare to ask or tell.”
"At that time, I felt that as a wizard, even if I starved to death, I could not accept the belongings of these ordinary people to lower my status. But two days ago, I saw many people from the Central Plains gathered together. , performing divination on oracle bones with a chicken."
"Many of those people are wizards. When I asked about it, they told me that they were playing cards and told me the rules..."
"After I watched the whole game...guess what?"
The oracle bone seller asked curiously: "Is it particularly interesting?"
Old wizard: "I went up and gave him a beating, and I was beaten to pieces. Looking at those particularly interesting oracle bones, I thought that the noble era of divination for wizards has passed. In the future, setting up stalls and playing cards may also make money. A trade route for goods."
"Oh, by the way, those blank oracle bones of yours are too cheap. How about I sell them for you? Let's split the bill 30-70, me 30-70, you 70-70?"
The oracle bone seller was surprised: "What's more, you sell it and I'll see how you sell it."
The old wizard smiled: "Okay, I'll close the stall first."
The old wizard moved the stall to the back, picked up a handful of oracle bones, then turned sideways, dug two pits, and placed the oracle bones in one of the pits. He picked up an oracle bone, carved it with a knife, and carved it with the bone. The needle drilled out the texture, and then it was burned in the flame. After the desired texture was burned, rows of characters were carved out, and some ore was taken out of the pocket and started to be colored.
He repeated similar and identical tasks dozens of times.
The stall owner selling oracle bones saw that among the oracle bones, the color of ten oracle bones was green, the color of ten oracle bones was green, and the remaining seven were white.
After the old wizard finished processing, he returned to the stall, reopened it, dug some small holes, and placed the oracle bones with their backs facing up inside to prevent others from digging them out, and arranged them neatly in five rows and five columns.
Soon, the second guest who came for divination arrived. After the old wizard helped him with the divination, he also conducted popular science about oracle bones for auspicious protection. The guest from out of town looked suspicious.
"Wearing special oracle bones can ward off evil spirits and avoid disasters, and even bring good luck. Wearing incorrect oracle bones may cause disasters. Although people's luck is determined by God, it can be changed by divination. I see you are coming from other places. When I came here from the base, I was a little confused about the future, so why not try your luck? I just opened this place not long ago. If you touch these oracle bones, you will get one for three times. It only costs two shell coins for three times."
"Seibei?"
"No, no, no, just Tao Bei."
The migrant worker was very moved by the old wizard's words. He took two shells and gave them to the old wizard. Then he started to turn over the shells. The first one he turned over was a white one. He looked at the old wizard and the old wizard explained, The white ones are lucky, if you miss.
The man continued to touch the oracle bone, and the second time he touched it, he touched a green one. The old wizard immediately congratulated him and said that he might have some luck today. The man was very happy and continued to touch it. The third one was white. He was a little disappointed, but It's not bad to have some luck, so I touched it one last time, and it turned out to be cyan.
In the Western Wilderness, the green oracle bones symbolize the divine hexagram.
The man was immediately overjoyed, and the old wizard also stood up to congratulate him. After thanking each other, the man took the cyan oracle bones and left, and the old wizard put all the remaining oracle bones back.
The oracle bone seller was shocked: "You, you are lying!"
The old wizard was unhappy: "He is happy too, and I am happy too. I didn't trick him. Why did I lie to others?"
"Isn't that what fortune-telling is like? Your stack of oracle bones can be sold for two shells, while my oracle bones can only be sold for two shells! I told you, you can't make money!"
Just as he was talking, a man from the Central Plains suddenly came. He saw that there was an oracle bone seller here, and came over to ask for a stack. At this time, the old wizard also came over: "Brother, are you buying oracle bones and going back to play cards?"
The Central Plains man turned around, saw the old wizard, and said in surprise: "You are the one who... lost to our Oracle Bones two days ago."
The old wizard nodded and said nothing nonsense, his eyes focused:
"Brother, do you want a tile? The special oracle bone tiles of the Western Great Wilderness, the blue divine hexagram, I can make them here."
