A child timidly held a bag of locust tree seeds and wanted to trade beef balls with Gong Liang.
This thing is not valuable at all in Guifang Country. Sophora japonica trees produce seeds every year, and almost every household has them.
Gongliang looked helpless. Although it was said that the Guifang people could use the sacred locust tree to stir up the spiritual energy of the earth to practice, it was the secret method of the Guifang country, and it was impossible for outsiders to learn it. After he exchanged these seeds, he only got some magical seeds.
It's just Sophora japonica. Maybe you're lucky enough to have a spiritual seed and get a different kind of spiritual plant, but it's of no use.
But as I said, you can exchange for anything, and it’s not easy to break your promise.
So, he took some small meatballs to the little guy and scooped out a bowl of broth for him.
The little guy walked away happily.
As a result, there were a bunch of little kids with nothing to do, one with tree seeds, another with the heart of a locust tree, and some with insect eggs.
Gongliang almost vomited blood when he saw it. Why did he need the eggs? Did he want to give himself space to cause disaster?
It was just the children who were the hardest to deal with. I had no choice but to give them a few small meatballs and scoop out a bowl of broth to deal with the problem. I guess I didn’t expect that I could actually get something in exchange. These little kids were so happy that they were jumping around.
I almost rolled on the floor.
Perhaps she was jealous when she saw these children trading random items for meatballs. A woman from Guifang Country actually brought a yellow and slightly black insect net over and wanted to trade it for meatballs.
This time Gongliang really felt like jumping off a building.
Auntie, how long have you kept this thing at home? Why would you take it out if you didn't follow your ancestors to play underground?
I grumble in my conscience, but it’s hard to kill someone’s enthusiasm by exchanging things for their good intentions.
Besides, it’s no longer a big deal to exchange the small meatballs and the second kind of meatballs for gold. The last big meatball is the big one, so I wanted to give her some meatballs as a charity.
But there was a ghost nearby who looked at the insect net she brought and said jokingly: "Chun Niang, you don't want to take out the insect net your ancestor cultivated! This is a treasure, you have to keep it and pass it on to your son."
OK."
Chun Niang was also greedy for petty gains. She thought it was useless to keep this thing at home, so she exchanged it for some meatballs. When she took it out, she didn’t think much about it. When she heard the man’s ridicule, she blushed with embarrassment and grabbed it.
The insect net was thrown to Gong Liang, and he didn't even mention the exchange of meatballs, and ran away without looking back.
The onlookers burst out laughing.
After a while, a man came over with a square of locust wood heart and apologized: "I'm sorry, my guy just got the wrong thing in a hurry. He should have exchanged this square of wood heart for meatballs."
"Huaixin, why isn't your wife here?" A person next to him shouted strangely at him.
The onlookers laughed again. But the man was Nuonuo and did not respond.
Only then did Gongliang realize that this man turned out to be Chun Niang's man, so he said, "It's okay. I wanted to give her meatballs in exchange for her just now, but I didn't expect to leave. I'll give them to you too this time."
Gongliang gave him some meatballs and small meatballs of the second type, and gave him a full bowl of broth. After thanking the man, he turned and left.
Looking from a distance, I saw the Chun Niang standing outside the crowd waiting for the man. As soon as she saw the man returning, she opened her mouth to ask. When she realized that Gong Liang was looking at her, she hurriedly pulled the man away.
Soon, the small meatballs and the second type of meatballs were sold out, leaving only some large meatballs, and the show was finally about to begin.
Gong Liang stood in front of the steel basin filled with big meatballs and said: "Everyone, I just said that if ten big meatballs are shot together, whoever pays the most gold will get it. Now the bidding starts, the lowest price is one hundred gold, whoever bids
Feelings of selling at a higher price?”
"One hundred and ten pieces of gold." An old man said immediately.
"One hundred and twenty yuan." A man then shouted.
"one hundred thirty."
"one hundred fifty."
"two hundred."
The auction price kept rising, and was finally sold at 200, which was double the price of the single sale.
Gongliang did not expect that Guifang people would accept the auction so quickly and quickly become proficient in it. In the end, more than a hundred large meatballs were auctioned off. The gold exchanged was much more than the previous two days. Sure enough, the auction is the best.
A great tool for hoarding gold. There were a few big meatballs left in the steel basin. Gongliang didn't want to sell them anymore, so he gave them one to Mi Gu, Yuan Guan and Little Chicken.
These little guys have been doing well these days.
Especially Yuan Gunwan, although he occasionally eats meatballs secretly, his diligent performance is noticed by everyone.
There were also chickens, who kept chewing wood to add firewood and fan the fire, sharing a lot of energy for the public good.
Only Mi Gu would fly around when he didn't have any work to do, disturbing other people's work.
However, she still made some efforts, that is, sitting on the table and staring at the meatballs closely to avoid being stolen.
There were two large meatballs in the steel basin. Gongliang grabbed one and was about to bite it.
At this time, a middle-aged man and a woman walked slowly from the front. When the passing Guifang people saw them, they all shouted respectfully: "Master, Madam."
The middle-aged man and woman nodded in response.
Arriving in front of Gong Liang, the middle-aged man asked with a smile: "Little guy, which tribe are you from?"
"Yanbu." Gongliang replied.
Unexpectedly, the King of Ghost Fang would come here, but Gongliang was not afraid. He was said to be the King, but he was actually similar to the leader of the tribe, just with a different title. But after all, he was on someone else's territory, so he quickly and politely put the meat in his hand
He handed the pill over and asked him to taste it.
The King of Ghost Fang didn't mind the big meatball being taken by his claws, so he took it.
"You have to take a small bite and then suck it gently, otherwise the soup inside will spurt out." The gentleman reminded me kindly.
Lord Guifang nodded and followed his method. He was immediately stunned by the deliciousness of the soup inside. He quickly handed the big meatball in his hand to the woman next to him, "Mother Yun, try it too, it tastes really good."
very good."
Yun Niang took the big meatball doubtfully, put it on the small bite made by Guifang Kingdom, and sucked it in, her eyes suddenly lit up.
“It tastes really good, I have never tasted such good food before”
Yun Niang nodded in agreement, and then said to Gong Liang: "Little guy, your cooking skills are good, and they are not inferior to the palace chefs of my country, Dayu."
"That's natural." Gong Liang said proudly: "Not to mention other places, as far as the tribes I have traveled to, there is no place where the people are better than me in craftsmanship. I think it is not just these tribes, I estimate that no one in the entire wilderness can compare.
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Seeing him bragging about not drafting at all, Yun Niang said angrily: "Humph, you are not as simple and honest as the people of the Dahuang tribe, and the name of the meatballs is also vulgar."
"Mrs. Madam, such a name can reflect the simple and heroic personality of our people in the wilderness." Gong Liang said sternly.
Lord Onikata heard the conversation between the two and burst out laughing.
Yun Niang glared at him fiercely, not knowing which side he was on. Lord Guifang quickly stopped laughing.
Gongliang mourned for him in his heart. This guy was probably a strict henpecker, and he didn't know whether he would kneel on the washboard or an ant when he got home.
However, he felt that kneeling down could not reflect the temperament of the king. It was better to kneel down and urinate on the wild beef balls. When kneeling, he also had to pierce a small hole in them. In this way, when he knelt down and exerted force, the soup would spurt out.
You can only kneel down with strength that is neither heavy nor light. Only in this way can a man's true ability be tested.
The King of Onikata didn't know the dirty thoughts in his heart. If he had known, he would have slapped him to death.