Chief don't slap in the face

Xia Ye muttered.

"You bastard!"

The boss was helpless, but the more he couldn't hear it, the more uncomfortable he felt like a cat scratching, so he kept urging, but he didn't know that this trouble made more shop owners on both sides of the street notice.

Xia Ye went to the wood shop next door to buy a piece of wood, and carved four large characters with a stone knife.

Thousands of gold distinguish things!

Gee!

The owner of the lumber shop couldn't help being speechless, and glanced at Xia Ye. The word was so beautifully written!

Half an hour later, dozens of child laborers gathered, looking at Xia Ye, while staring at Panzishan like a wolf dog.

"Listen up, this is for the Great Prophet. If you do it seriously, there will be pancakes tomorrow!"

Xia Ye didn't dare to procrastinate, otherwise these impatient brats would have to grab the sorghum cake and run away.

"Go to the street and shout a word, just say 'a thousand pieces of gold distinguish objects'. The Great Prophet placed a strange object in the Manshi Square. Whoever recognizes it will give a thousand pieces of gold!"

Hey!

Before Xia Ye's words fell, the people who had surrounded him screamed in shock. A thousand gold is a thousand knives, which can be regarded as a sky-high price.

"Okay, everyone yelled three times, and if you can do it, come and get the pancakes!"

The smelting technology of this era is low, and gold extraction is very difficult, so gold refers to bronze!

In order to eat, for tomorrow's pancakes, the friends worked so hard that their voices were hoarse.

"Within three years, I will definitely demolish this Tower of Glory!"

Xia Ye didn't dare to set up a stall in the center of the square. It would be a blasphemy to the Xia family's ancestors. He would be flogged, and in serious cases he would be executed, so he sat on the south side of the square.

A wooden table, with brown sugar grains piled up in a small volcanic shape, and next to it is the wooden board with words, especially the word 'qianjin', which is the most conspicuous.

With these bosses who came over, Xia Ye didn't have to hawk anymore, because it is human nature to watch, so even though he sat cross-legged and closed his eyes, the passers-by still gathered.

"What is this doing?"

People asked each other, and the boss who knew the reason said it out, so they exclaimed again, "It's definitely a big event!"

Mo Wuheng, a girl made by Damo, was studying pottery puppets, and was a little upset when the guy who came to ask for leave interrupted her train of thought.

"Didn't you just invite me the day before yesterday?"

Mo Wuheng considered whether to change his buddy. This guy is often lazy, and he doesn't bother to say it, but it doesn't mean he doesn't know.

"Uh!"

The buddy was going to find an excuse, but when he saw Mo Wuheng's serious face, he immediately shrunk his neck and told the truth.

"Thousands of gold discerning things?"

Mo Wuheng rushed to the street curiously, saw a child still shouting, asked a few words, and ran to Manshi Square, she was not interested in money, she just wanted to know what that 'thing' was!

Being curious about anything unknown is the basic quality of a mechanism engineer.

The clerk hesitated for a moment, but locked the door of the store and followed secretly. If he got a thousand dollars, he would become a rich man.

There are quite a few people who have this kind of get-rich-quick mentality, so nearly a thousand people gathered in the square soon.

Xia Ye pretended to be calm, but cold sweat still broke out on his forehead, revealing his anxiety. This scene was much bigger than he expected!

"Don't panic, you can do it!"

Xia Ye encouraged himself.

"What is this dark thing?"

"You're blind, that's brownish red!"

"Recognize this kind of thing, really give a thousand dollars?"

The crowd of onlookers was full of quarrels and discussions, with greedy eyes criss-crossing. Finally, someone couldn't help but stretched out his hand and boldly touched the brown sugar.

"stop!"

Xia Ye shouted loudly, taking this opportunity to speak.

"This is a strange object given by the great prophet. He said that anyone who touches it will die!"

Swish!

The guy who stretched out his hand immediately shrank back in shock. The title of Great Prophet is naturally deterrent.

"Where is the Great Prophet?"

There were smart guys in the crowd, but it was a pity that Xia Ye didn't need to answer, and someone would chime in.

"You are stupid, you think the Great Prophet is a beggar on the side of the road, and you can see him whenever you want?"

Seeing someone deflated, everyone laughed. Indeed, the Great Prophet is the No. [-] figure in the tribe, and he will not be seen in a hurry.

"Why did the Great Prophet ask you to do this?"

A female voice resembling the cry of an oriole questioned.

"How can ordinary people understand the actions of the Great Prophet?"

Xia Ye immediately pushed back. He quickly scanned for a week, but unfortunately there were too many people and he couldn't find the guy who found fault.

The more questions, the more loopholes, so Xia Ye hurriedly opened his mouth to divert their attention.

"Anyway, as long as anyone can recognize this strange thing, they can take away a thousand gold!"

Xia Ye pointed to Brown Sugar.

"Red sand?"

"Mine powder?"

"Herbal powder?"

Answers kept coming out one by one.

"Stop, are you fools for being a great prophet? Don't give such a general answer, but be specific about the name!"