Tun knew it, but now it just wanted to watch the excitement. It smiled strangely and tried to use this as a condition...
After asking Mai Fan to release it, it would provide corresponding help.
This is just a joke. Don’t you know me?
He can ask directly.
Maybe he didn't expect someone to actually come and ask... The stall owner was stunned.
After seeing clearly that he was just a child, the stall owner did not show any impatience.
Because firstly, he didn't have much business in the first place, he just came here to set up a stall and try it out.
The second is this child. His demeanor and clothes are completely different from those of an ordinary child.
It was as if the clothes he was wearing now were made from the white skin of the most ferocious crocodile in the Shuibo tribe.
Moreover, this leather jacket is just a vest. Inside the leather, there is a lining made of the softest woven grass.
This lining must have been kneaded and knitted by many women's hands.
It is thin and iron-fitting and hangs on the child's body, fitting so well.
At first glance, the entire ethnic group felt that it was very important for this child to wear decent clothes.
If you can't tell the details from the clothes, you only need to look at his shoes.
The shoes are made of rattan and have a circle of mosquito-repellent flowers around them.
That's all, probably to prevent stubbing the child's toes when walking around...
On the front of this pair of straw sandals, a toe cap was sewn for him with flexible salamander skin.
This pair of shoes is made in a way that no adult patriarch has ever seen before...
He said he was an ordinary kid... The stall owner didn't believe it.
So when he answered, his attitude was very kind: "This is a hallucinogenic grass... It is also a gadget used by swamp people to solve their lives."
"Only the tribesmen living in our area know what this kind of thing will bring."
"When entering some places with miasma, it also has the effect of clearing the mind and driving away the miasma."
"This thing has no effect on you living in the water..."
"Go over there and ask. Have you seen the people from the prairie tribe? Their fried milk dumplings... have a richer taste than those from other places."
Huh? It turned out to be a medicinal herb? Mai Fan thought it was an egg.
"So how to use it? Can you demonstrate it to me?"
This man was a little helpless... Is it appropriate for him to do this in front of a child?
He looked around guiltily and realized that no one else was looking at him...
He quickly took out a small fire starter from behind and lit the smallest egg in his hand.
"Just use it as incense...see clearly..."
After saying this, the fishman lit the pointed end of the egg...
The fire didn't burn, but it was like charcoal burning around the tip of the egg.
There was obviously no flame... but smoke was coming out of the carbonized area...
It looked like burning moxa...but what the stall owner did next made Mai Fan know what magic is.
The stall owner said to Mai Fan: "Watch..."
Then he put his nose close to the smoke and inhaled... The smoke seemed to come alive, and it really gathered into a torrent... and rushed straight to the stall owner's nostrils.
Mai Fan could even see the path of the smoke inside the stall...
It circled around the stall owner's limbs like a living thing...poof...when it rushed out of the stall owner's body again...it turned into an almost transparent and light layer.
"What is this……"
People around him were used to it, and no one noticed anything wrong with the smoke.
Only Mai Fan discovered the doorway in the smoke through his keen vision and the cheating device of his diary.
This is not the smoke emitted by burning plants at all...
That very obedient smoke...it is simply a living thing.
This smoke is a collection of very tiny insects or animals.
They are preheated and frightened and come out... they are attracted by the body temperature of the stall owner, and finally pass through the hotbed of the human body, where the body fluids are stored, and when they come out...
The smoke-like shell that came with it was digested by humans.
The remaining almost transparent body... finally turned into the least noticeable pure transparent substance.
Then it falls into any surrounding environment where it can land...waiting for another incubation period or growth period to arrive.
As for the comfortable feeling that the stall owner mentioned... it is most likely caused by the substances left behind by this little creature.
If he could take this thing back and give it to his Indian friend Lisbon...
That old man will definitely be happy to death, right?
Thinking of this, Mai Fan clicked on these inconspicuous eggs and said: "I'm still very interested in this..."
"So how much do these cost."
This time it was the stall owner's turn to be surprised. He even wondered if he had inhaled too much smoke and was hallucinating.
Mai Fan smiled and said: "Don't doubt... I am really useful..."
He didn't even finish talking to the stall owner...
"Move the stall inside...and the one over there...have you handed over the contract for setting up the stall?"
A burst of noise came from the other end of the market.
Mai Fan and the stall owner turned their heads and looked over there, and saw two decently dressed prairie people, yelling at the stall owners.
The stall owner suddenly became alert, and with his hands on the goods, he planned to pack up the things in front of Mai Fan.
Mai Fan was a little surprised: "No...you don't want to do business anymore? I really plan to buy it."
His voice was probably a bit high, and he was heard by the prairie man who was looking for trouble while walking...
Then look over here...
The prairie man's face was filled with ferocious excitement: "You! The people over there are talking about you!"
"What are you selling!"
This roar made the stall owner tremble... He was so frightened that he tried his best to pull the eggs behind him. While pulling, he complained: "You are killing me... I don't know that not all of them are suitable."
Did you show up at the swap meet?”
A nearby stall owner who was buying grain and grass was very calm and gave Mai Fan an answer: "Those things he sells are all illegal items."
"The two people over there are the organizers of this exchange meeting...people from the prairie tribe."
"The two of them are responsible for patrolling and maintaining security at the swap meet..."
"Of course, checking for prohibited exchange goods... is also part of their job responsibilities."
Mai Fan was speechless... The stall owner nearby cleaned up in a hurry... The remaining eggs rolled out of his arms, and he didn't even bother to pick them up.
