2053 Su Ailin follow-up

Su Ailin is very satisfied with her current life. Although she has not yet reached the top of the gathering place as planned, at the current passage, she already has the same noble status as the empress of the palace in ancient times.

When you go out, you can hear the fawning voices of the "neighbors" on the left and right. When you walk on the road, you are no longer an unknown character. Most people who meet and recognize her will nod and bow to say hello.

Today, as usual, she walked through the twists and turns and arrived at the most famous small market square at the entrance of the passage.

She likes it here.

Because this place not only satisfies her desire for shopping as a woman, but also shows off her wealth.

No, as soon as she came out of the trail and arrived at the square, her eyes were caught by a product on a small stall beside the square.

It was a handmade cotton handbag. Although you could tell at a glance that it was made of some shabby cotton cloth, the spirit lies in these shabby pieces of fabric.

After careful tailoring, reasonable layout, suitable color matching, and fine and precise stitching, these cotton fabrics not only do not have the abruptness and simplicity of "patching", but instead give the handbags a special post-modern simple fashion sense, sublimating the overall

temperament and quality.

Even judging from Su Ailin's real-world perspective, this handbag can be called a work of art.

She took the bag and turned it over and over, quite unable to put it down.

"I want this bag." Su Ailin threw a bullet and put the handbag on her wrist, feeling very satisfied.

The stall owner is a slightly older middle-aged woman. Most of these handmade products are made from cloth taken from clothes that are too worn out to be used at home. They rely on a clever mind, such as this cotton handbag, although

It's very clean and the design is unique and eye-catching, but ordinary people won't buy it because it's too small to hold many things, so it can be called flashy.

In addition, the woman priced the bag at two old bullet casings. Ordinary people would think their brains were broken to spend money worth two kilograms of water to buy such a flashy little bag.

The middle-aged woman who originally didn't have much hope and was just sitting and waiting was very happy to see a customer coming. She also saw that this customer was wearing clean and tidy clothes. She looked so wealthy that she would probably be willing to spend a little money to buy these for herself.

Middle-aged women are happier with non-essential small handicrafts.

For her, selling one handicraft is equivalent to water or food for the family for more than half a month.

My family has been eating free nutritious soil for a long time. If we don't eat some normal food, I'm afraid my body won't be able to survive.

The so-called nutrient soil, if a reincarnation person gives an appraisal, you will get such information.

[Nutrient Soil] A certain type of soil made of unknown materials. It is free food provided to the entrances of major gathering places. Fried, fried, and pan-fried are not fragrant and taste very bad. You can only swallow hard and cannot chew, otherwise your mouth will feel full.

It’s all just sand. It won’t kill you and you’ll feel full. Damn it, it’s actually a little nutritious. That’s bullshit!

You can imagine the quality of something that even uses reincarnation as a curse word.

Just like that, the middle-aged female stall owner, full of expectations and happiness, happily watched Su Ailin choose the products.

Unexpectedly, the opponent suddenly threw a golden bullet.

She was so frightened that she looked like she was picking up a fragile object. Her eyes widened and she opened her hands, predicting the bullet's impact point and hugging her. Even if she fell backwards, she had to use her body to ensure the safety of the bullet.

Finally, he caught it safely. The middle-aged woman held it with trembling hands and looked at it repeatedly for a long time, but still handed it back and said distressedly: "Dear guest, this is too big and I won't get change."

Su Ailin carried her handbag and leaned over to pick at the stall: "Then I'll pick another one... Well, that's it." She straightened up and shook a cat-shaped doll in her hand, which was also made of waste cotton. The cat's mouth curled up.

Smiling very happily, she also smiled very happily.

However, the stall owner still looked embarrassed and stammered: "To tell you the truth, I don't have a penny on me. This bullet is enough to replace ten bullet casings. The doll and bag total only

Three, see if you can use the shells..."

Su Ailin thought for a moment, smiled, put the doll in her handbag, and turned to leave.

"Honored guest! Your money is yours!" Seeing the other party leaving immediately, the stall owner became anxious and struggled to stand up to chase after him.

A faint sentence came from the front: "If you can't find it, there's no need to look for it. Just keep it whole."

The stall owner who was standing halfway heard the sound and was half-kneeling and was stunned.

Some nearby stall owners were originally envious of the middle-aged women who came to their doors for business. Unexpectedly, they were not only customers but also distinguished guests. They were generous and generous people. They stretched their necks and came over to congratulate: "That's great.

Ah, I have met a noble person!"

"Sister, don't be stunned and put the money away quickly."

"That's right. This is not an old cartridge case. This kind of complete bullet is used by the really rich people. Hide it quickly so that no one with evil intentions can see it."

"If you can't find it, why don't you find it and just give it to me whole? Isn't this distinguished guest a bit too generous?"

"Really, how come I can't meet such a distinguished guest?"

".." "..."

A group of people were chattering, with mixed expressions and tones of envy and jealousy.

The middle-aged woman ignored their voices and stared blankly in the direction in which the guests were leaving.

This one pill is not only enough water for half a month, but also provides the whole family with food rations for half a year!

Suddenly, she knelt down towards Su Ailin's back and knocked several times in succession. When she looked up again, her eyes were filled with tears.

I don’t know if it’s caused by kowtow or something else.

...

"How did it happen?"

In the living room of the residence of the director of the passage, Wei Yong looked at the unconscious old Qian. His right hand was broken at the elbow. Although it was briefly bandaged, he still couldn't stop bleeding.

The few people who came in carrying the old money looked at each other, and no one was willing to speak first.

Wei Yong pointed at one of them impatiently: "Tell me what's going on!"

The unlucky man who was targeted looked ugly and said bitterly: "Yes...it was the second master who had someone chop him down."

Wei Yong glared: "You said this was done by my brother Wei Shi? Have you all seen it?"

The other people hesitated and said: "Second Master didn't shy away from it. He cut it in front of everyone in Lao Qian's cave. He said that Lao Qian had collected a bullet without telling him."

"You bastard!" Wei Yong threw the cup angrily: "It was my arrangement for Lao Qian to collect the bullets. What does it have to do with him as a guard?"

"..." Several people continued to look at each other.

The unlucky guy who was named out at the beginning cautiously said, "Channel leader, what should I do with Old Qian?" He felt that Old Qian was about to bleed to death.

Wei Yong seemed a little distressed after throwing the cup. He frowned and rubbed his temples: "You two will have to make a hard trip and carry him to the gathering place to see a doctor...I will pay for it."

Several people hurriedly expressed that it was not hard or hard, picked up their old money and walked out.

The unlucky guy suddenly had a brain twitch and turned around and asked: "Channel leader, what should I do over there with the second master?"

Wei Yong smashed another cup, and this time the cup flew towards the unlucky man's head.

boom!

The quality of the cup is very good. It didn't break when I hit my head. It bounced and fell to the ground before breaking into pieces.

The unlucky man covered his head and carried the old money with several others, and ran out in a mess.

When everyone left and the living room became quiet, Wei Yong sat in his seat as if frustrated.

"What should I do?" He lowered his head and rubbed his eyebrows, muttering to himself: "What can I do?... He is my only brother."

...

A standard bullet will make it difficult for the vendor to find it.

At this moment, Su Ailin's whole body was filled with a sense of superiority that could not be concealed. Everyone walking around her with her head held high and her chin raised was lower than her in terms of status.

It feels like waving a check to go shopping at a night market in the real world, even more comfortable than that.

Because taking a check to go shopping at the night market will make you look crazy.

But here, when she goes shopping with bullets, people will really look at her like they are looking at God.

This kind of experience made Su Ailin feel that everything she did was worth it. The feeling of exchanging one's body for honor seemed quite good.

This world seems pretty good.

If life continues like this, it seems... pretty good.

Su Ailin's eyes were blurred and her face was smiling. At this moment, she found that she somewhat liked this place.

Ignoring what happened after that stall, Su Ailin walked slowly to the center of the market, and was attracted by the sound of a group of people arguing.

She walked over and watched with the onlookers.

This was a small stall selling food. The stall owner had two bullet casings lying in one hand, and with the other hand he grabbed a person in front of the stall and refused to let go.

"You are really not good at this. There are three old bullet casings in the black bread, and you only have two!" said the stall owner.

The arrested man stuffed the black bread into his mouth, took a big bite, held his neck, and yelled incoherently: "Open your eyes and see clearly! I have a new bullet case that is 60% new! Dang it."

Don’t understand? I’m just too lazy to make another trip to change it.”

When the stall owner saw him eating directly, he was so anxious that he was sweating profusely: "You are cheating!"

He spread his hands to show the surrounding crowd, and shouted aggrievedly: "Everyone, take a look, is this a 60% new cartridge case? The shell is so badly worn, and there is damage at the bottom corner. It's just in this condition.

I still want to exchange one for two, and even if it’s even worse, I can just use it as an old cartridge case! I don’t think it’s worth it for two to three!”

Like the people around her, Su Ailin also stretched her neck to look at the bullet casings. She saw only two bullet casings in the stall owner's hand. If you carefully distinguish them, you can tell that one is new and the other is old.
To be continued...