Donggua looked like an invincible gangster, so he grabbed the tea cup on the table and poured it towards the young disciple.
The winter melon was measured, and as soon as the water was poured, the disciple immediately woke up slowly.
Seeing this, the winter melon raised its hammer and was about to smash it down again.
"Fifty, fifty gold coins." The young disciple's expression immediately changed and he hurriedly shouted while hiding.[
"Fifty gold coins, why don't you go and rob the beast?" Donggua was shocked when she heard this. This piece of stone was almost worth ten gold coins, but she actually dared to ask for fifty gold coins.
After saying that, the hammer grew a little bigger in an instant, like a hill about to hit the disciple.
When the young disciple saw that the other party actually had a treasure that had been transformed by the weather, his face suddenly changed. Could this pig be a good monster?
Just when the young disciple changed his color, Yao Guangsu stretched out his hand and grabbed the winter melon that was rushing forward to hit someone. He said lightly: "Don't be rude."
"He dares to bully us." Donggua held a hammer with one paw and pointed angrily at the disciple with the other.
"Don't dare, don't dare." The disciple's attitude immediately changed.
"Yes." Yaoguang nodded when he saw this, walked forward with the winter melon, looked at the disciple and said: "This stone is scrap material, not worth fifty gold coins, so I bought it for a copper plate."
After saying that, he calmly moved his fingertips, and a copper plate was placed on the counter. At the same time, the winter melon was also placed on the counter naturally.
A copper plate? The disciple's mouth was a little cramped.
He couldn't even buy a copper plate or a bowl of wontons, and the little Rakshasa who was taking off his clothes to sell his clothes to buy stones for his mother was no longer calm.
Looking at Yun Danfengqing's unchanging fluctuating light, the little Rakshasa's eyes were instantly filled with admiration. It's great that he doesn't have to sell clothes anymore.
As for the winter melon, the old face turned red, but no one could tell because of its thick skin, and he waved the hammer in his hand in a threatening manner.
"This...that..." The disciple looked at the little Rakshasa who was watching eagerly, and then at the winter melon hammer that was very close at hand, and weighed whether life was more important than stone.
Then he nodded in a twisted manner: "Sell."
Anyway, nothing good was cut out of this stone originally, so there certainly wouldn't be anything good cut out of such a corner. A copper plate, then...a copper plate.
Stamp the letter, stamp the letter, and clear the money and goods.
Yaoguang took the stone and walked directly towards the stone cutting tools in the shop.