On the Seven Towers

Veterans who have fought on the battlefield often have a keen intuition about danger. It is not known whether the battlefield cultivates this feeling or people with this feeling are more likely to survive. Anyway, Chen Hansheng is such a person. When he felt from the corner of his eye that one of the archers seemed to move his arm, the fighting feeling accumulated over the years made him react involuntarily. His body immediately turned to the side, turned 90 degrees, and quickly pressed down with both hands to block the basin in front of his chest. In an instant, he felt a force coming from his hands, and an arrow crossed the basin diagonally and flew past him. Chen Hansheng rolled on the ground with this force, and rolled over into the ditch on the side of the road.

At this time, the gun behind him also sounded, and Wang Jiyuan decisively ordered to open fire, but they did not shoot at anyone. After a burst of bangs, the fence was hit and the earth and rocks flew, and several wooden fences were broken, which made the natives unable to raise their heads, but no one was really hurt.

But the noise alone frightened the natives. They saw the strange sticks held by the other side suddenly spurted out flames. With the strange sound, some unclear things hit around them. The wooden stick as thick as an arm was broken into two pieces, and the stone bricks two fingers thick were turned into gravel. Several people were cut by the exploded stones and wood chips and bled all over their faces.

At this time, even the bravest people were stunned by this "magic". Some people fell to the ground and prayed devoutly, while others were so scared that they could not move and stood there and wet their pants. However, most people, like a herd of frightened deer, screamed and fled in all directions.

"Stop!" Wang Jiyuan saw it clearly before. He understood that the other side did not attack intentionally, and he also saw that Chen Hansheng was not hit by an arrow, but he was afraid that someone would follow suit and shoot arrows at Chen Hansheng, so he opened fire to suppress it. Now there is almost no native standing on the opposite side, and the purpose has been achieved. After all, persuading them to do business is the right way. He asked a soldier to meet Chen Hansheng, and the others remained alert.

After hearing the gunfire stop, Chen Hansheng climbed out of the ditch carefully. The arrow just now also scared him into a cold sweat. However, he was a veteran who had been on the battlefield after all. Compared with the rain of bullets in modern warfare, the current movement was really a piece of cake. He strode towards the enemy's fortifications. Wang Jiyuan's ability to seize the opportunity and decisively open fire gave him more confidence. It was reliable to leave the back to this person.

"Old Chen! Come back quickly." The soldier who came to meet him roared while running wildly behind.

Rookie, after the firepower cover has achieved such a good effect, it is natural to charge. This is instinct for Chen Hansheng. As for the option of retreating, it never entered his mind at all. Not only did he not stop, but he made a gesture to catch up behind him.

"Li Zi and Shitou stay behind to provide cover, Xiao Cai will follow me." Wang Jiyuan also realized that he had to expand the victory and control the natives. He quickly rushed to the fortifications with another soldier.

Chen Hansheng ran a few more steps and found that the leader on the opposite side finally showed his head from behind the low wall and was looking around with lingering fear. The two of them met eyes again. Unlike the irritability and vigilance just now, the man's eyes now showed fear and confusion.

"Trade, trade! No fight, no fight!" Chen Hansheng shouted at the other party in the Spanish he had just learned. He waved his hand back and told the soldiers who came to support him not to approach casually. He slowed down his pace and walked step by step to the side of the low wall.

After getting closer, he saw clearly that the leader was a strong man with chestnut hair. He couldn't tell how old he was, but his face was quite weathered. The random gunfire just now scared him to the ground, and now his face was covered with sand. When the man saw Chen Hansheng coming with the basin again, he also stood up straight and held the bow tightly in front of his chest, but he didn't aim at Chen Hansheng. The people around him didn't dare to raise their weapons again.

Chen Hansheng walked to the fortifications with a swagger, holding the basin, banged it a few times, grinned and said loudly: "Good! Gift! Good!" Then he stuffed the basin into the other person's arms.

Giving gifts is a science, and it must be in accordance with the right time, place and people. When, where, and who to give to are all very particular things. If you give it right, everyone will be happy, but if you don't give it well, it can cause trouble. I don't know if it's because Lao Chen's style is particularly heroic, and Wang Jiyuan's guns and rain of bullets add to the fun, which fits the wild personality of the natives. Although Lao Chen's gift has a bit of a forced sale flavor, the effect looks good.

Look, the leading native looked at the basin over and over again, revealing an emotion of not wanting to let it go. The natives around who were originally scared to death also ran back curiously. They looked at the basin and watched Chen Hansheng and others.

Li Jia reacted quickly. Seeing that there was a chance, he quickly asked several other people to push the cart over. Now the battlefield just now immediately became a trading market. The natives gathered around to see the novelty.

Li Jia generously picked a mirror, a pair of slippers and an umbrella for them to see for free. These unheard-of things made these bumpkins very excited.

He saw a guy who had just been scratched and bleeding. After seeing himself in the mirror, he screamed shrilly, as if he had seen a ghost, and then fainted. The guy next to him didn't even think of helping him. He jumped in the air and grabbed the mirror, rolling on the ground happily.

He saw a big idiot snatch a small-sized women's slipper, but he couldn't fit it into his feet no matter what, so he had to stuff his gloves into it. He triumphantly slapped a guy next to him with this new weapon, which eventually led to a bloody incident.

He also saw a middle-aged man who grabbed an umbrella and struggled for a long time to figure out how to use it. In the end, this creative guy hung the umbrella upside down on his arm as a big basket and put a lot of fruits in it. Unexpectedly, the umbrella couldn't bear the force and turned into a big horn, causing the fruits to roll all over the ground and causing a scramble.

Li Jia couldn't help laughing out loud. It seemed that these people were not so fierce.

"Brass! Food! Food!" Chen Hansheng gestured to feed the food and loudly helped Zhang Hong explain to the leader. He already knew the name of the leader and knew that this person had always been more prestigious in the town, so he temporarily became the leader to protect the town.

"Chen! Good man! Yes!" Bras nodded, took out a palm-sized black bread from his arms, turned around to see the number of people, and broke his fingers several times, then tore the black bread into six small pieces with great effort. He gave a small piece to Chen Hansheng, Wang Jiyuan and four soldiers, "Eat!" The rest of the people were probably not in his eyes, and he automatically ignored them.

Chen Hansheng looked at the bread, which was not much different from coal briquettes, and it smelled like a pungent sweat and acid. He stuffed the bread into Zhang Hong's hand, pointed at the cart with his finger, and then made a gesture of holding a big ball, "More, more, exchange."

Bras looked at the onlookers on the other side of the cart, then glanced at the washbasin in his hand, and said to Zhang Hong in a gibberish.

"He said that our things look good, but they seem to be useless." Zhang Hong said with a bitter face.

"Useless? Bumpkin!" This made Chen Hansheng happy. He exchanged the treasure of the industrial age with you for something that you couldn't even swallow, and you're still not happy?

After all, Lao Chen had sold steamed buns before, so he knew that selling things without shouting was not possible. He took a basin from the car, ran to the ditch in the field, and scooped up a basin of water in a short time. He held the basin up to the sun to show the leader. The light through the basin was crystal clear and lively, which was so beautiful that Bras was stunned.

Chen Hansheng poured the water in the basin into the thermos, covered it with a lid and shook it vigorously, then handed it to Bras and motioned him to shake it too. Bras shook it vigorously for a long time, but not a drop of water splashed out of the bottle.

"Tell him that this is a piece of cake, this bottle can still keep warm!" Chen Hansheng said to Zhang Hong. He held up an umbrella and handed it to Bras, asking him to hold it well, then poured the water in the thermos onto the umbrella. A drop of water spilled around, but not a drop flowed onto his body. Only then did Bras understand how to use the umbrella.

Finally, Chen Hansheng walked back and forth on the muddy ground that had just been wet in plastic slippers, and lifted his feet to show the other party that they were neither wet nor dirty.

"Exchange?" Chen Hansheng asked again.

"Exchange!" This time, not only did Bras answer quickly, but the natives watching the excitement around the flatbed truck also answered in unison.

"Old Chen, you are still good at doing business." Li Jia said happily, looking at the farmers who were going home to carry grain.

After the demonstration, the natives understood the value of these good things and actively went home to bring grain to exchange for these treasures they had never seen before. Li Jia and others were surprised to find that the grain here was not much different from that on Earth. The main output of the farmers here is a kind of large-grain wheat, which is nearly half the size of wheat on Earth. The staple food is the black bread that Bras mentioned above. After everyone discussed, they decided to exchange wheat as the main food, supplemented by some lettuce, water spinach and beans.

After several rounds of bargaining, Chen Hansheng and them set a price. A pair of slippers can be exchanged for about a bag of 30 kilograms of wheat. A wash basin can be exchanged for two bags, an umbrella can be exchanged for three bags, as for mirrors and thermos, he found that the farmers did not have much demand for them, and could not get a good price, so he simply offered a small mirror for ten bags of grain, and a thermos for twenty bags of grain.

"These things are good-looking but useless to farmers, so they are sold as luxury goods, marked with dozens of times the price, and sold to rich people in the future." Chen Hansheng was very proud.

Soon, someone carried the grain and exchanged it for slippers and other "strange things". In ten minutes, the grain on the ground began to pile up.

However, just as the townspeople went home to get grain to exchange for good things, a large group of people suddenly ran out of the town with various weapons. Chen Hansheng and Li Jia recognized the tall man in the lead at a glance, the scarred man who wanted to catch them at the school gate!