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Chapter Twenty-Four

Gao Jing never dreamed that Shan Guoer's "small" body would contain such tyrannical power!

That big, naughty boy was completely vulnerable.

Not only was he badly injured on the spot, but the children he hit also suffered great misfortune.

Some were reduced to flesh pads, some fell to the ground, and some hit their heads heavily on the rocks nearby.

Bang!

Gao Jing was frightened looking at it.

If this was left in the main world, how much money would Old Wizard Shanyan have to spend to settle it?

However, this group of naughty children quickly got up and surrounded them again without any incident.

They were neither crying nor angry, they were laughing and joking as if they were used to it.

Even the guy who hit his head only scratched his scalp, showing no signs of injury.

Everyone gathered around the little girl to persuade and plead with her.

"Shang Guo'er, just let us take a look!"

"Yes, yes, this little man looks so interesting and fun!"

"Let him play with us!"

"Shan Guo'er..."

No, I'm not interesting at all.

Not even fun!

Gao Jing, who was surrounded by onlookers, felt so weak and helpless.

What's more terrifying than one naughty kid is a group of naughty kids!

Not to mention a giant bear kid!!

"Go away, go away!"

Shan Guoer has no intention of coddling them at all.

She raised her head and said very arrogantly: "This is my grandfather's guest. Now I want to take him to visit our village. You all go away and don't block the way!"

"Oh well."

The naughty children actually gave way to the mountain road obediently.

They stood on the roadside and watched Shan Guoer jumping down.

Like the guards greeting the queen.

Now Gao Jing completely understood.

Although Shan Guo'er is very well-behaved in front of the old wizard, she is actually the child king of the mountain tribe.

Or the little bully?

Gao Jing didn't see anyone who was dissatisfied with her.

This is obviously not entirely due to her identity.

The terrain changes from high to low, and the mountain road leading to the valley entrance is winding, with houses built by villagers on both sides.

Although the buildings in the village are piled here and there, without unified planning and design, and the craftsmanship of the houses is uneven, it feels a bit messy.

But the whole village is quite clean and tidy. No matter whether it is on the mountain road or in front of and behind the house, there is no garbage or dirt.

There was no bad situation of defecation all over the floor.

The stream is covered with wild flowers and grasses, and the air is filled with the faint scent of rosewood.

One small goal, two small goals, three small goals...

Gao Jing sat on Shan Guoer's shoulder and counted silently all the way down.

He is gradually numb and will turn into titanium!

All the wooden houses here are made of red sandalwood materials.

Most of them are unpeeled logs, and a small number of them have been simply cut and processed, exposing the deep red inner core.

Even if Gao Jing is not an expert in playing with red sandalwood, he can still see that the quality of these big woods is very high.

Obviously, for the mountain tribes, the best rosewood, which can sell hundreds of thousands or even millions of tons per ton in the world of Gao Jing, is just the most common and cheapest building material.

What a waste of natural resources!

Gao Jing couldn't help but fell into wild thoughts.

If all the wooden houses in the village were moved to the main world, would he become the richest man in the world?

That is of course impossible!

Very simple economic principle.

The value of top-quality red sandalwood lies in its scarcity, and it has the value-added factor of artificial speculation.

In fact, it is just like a natural diamond, with a heavy marketing component.

Once the market is flooded with a large number of homogeneous products, their prices will inevitably collapse in an instant, and they are not much more expensive than ordinary wood.

Therefore, it is impossible for Gao Jing to become the world's richest man by selling rosewood.

It’s okay to achieve a few small goals.

And there is not only red sandalwood in the village, there are more or less firewood piled next to each house.

Gao Jing couldn't tell what kind of material the firewood was made of, but he thought it should be easy to burn and chop.

There were not many tribal villagers in the village in the morning. Except for the group of naughty children from before, most of the people left behind were elderly people and women.

Some are making wooden utensils, some are weaving ropes and linen, and some are drying food such as dried fruits and meat.

Gao Jing noticed that the tools they used were very primitive and were basically stone and bone tools.

No metal utensils were seen!

Gao Jing didn't know whether it was because there were too few metal deposits in the big world or because the mountain tribes didn't understand mining and smelting.

Recalling the scene where tribal hunters surrounded and killed the bison yesterday, he silently remembered it in his heart.

"Shan Guoer!"

Regardless of whether they are men, women, old or young, people in the village greet the little girl warmly whenever they see her.

"Grandpa Shangen, Aunt Shanchun, Uncle Yam..."

Shan Guoer responded all the way.

It can be seen that she is very popular in the village and everyone likes her very much.

The tribal villagers also noticed Gao Jing sitting on Shan Guoer's shoulders, and most of them looked curious.

But no one came over specifically to ask for details.

On the other hand, the dogs wandering around the village kept barking from a distance because they didn't know what they smelled.

Their eyes were full of fear and vigilance as they stared at Gao Jing.

However, after being scolded by Shan Guoer, he wagged his tail to flatter him again.

"Xiao Guo'er..."

An old giant sitting in front of the door smiled and waved to the little girl: "Come and see my newly made stool."

"Grandpa Santo!"

Shan Guoer ran over immediately.

The old giant handed her the small stool he had just completed: "Try it."

"good!"

Shan Guo'er sat down and twisted her butt, and said like smearing honey with her mouth: "Very good, Grandpa Shan Teng, your craftsmanship is the best!"

The old giant laughed "Hahaha", not to mention happy.

Gao Jing guessed that he must have been a brave warrior when he was young.

Although the ruthless years have taken away his strong body, and his tall body is hunched under the weight, the deep scars on his cheeks and arms are silently telling his past.

However, Gao Jing did not feel the slightest trace of violence or bloodiness in this old giant.

Kind, kind, and honest.

While Gao Jing was observing the old giant, the other party also noticed his presence.

"Is this the ancient remnant brought back by Shanhu and the others?"

There was a hint of curiosity in the old giant's eyes.

"Um."

Shan Guoer nodded: "Grandpa asked me to take him to visit our village."

The old giant suddenly realized: "Ah."

He smiled at Gao Jing: "Guest from afar, welcome to our mountain tribe."

Because there are deep scars on his face, his smile gives people a ferocious look.

But Gao Jing could feel his kindness.

Gao Jing jumped off Shan Guoer's shoulders and landed on the ground.

In the past, such a move would have cost Gao Jing at least two broken legs.

Now he landed firmly and unscathed!

Raising his right hand and pressing it on his chest, Gao Jing bowed and saluted the old giant: "Hello."

Gao Jing speaks Dahuang dialect.

It's very awkward, but it's completely understandable.

The next moment, Gao Jing was stunned.

He stared at the scattered pieces of wood scattered on the ground, his eyes a little dull.

These pieces of wood were cut by the old giant when he was making stools, and they are waste materials that cannot be reused.

Of course, their size and volume are not small at all for Gao Jing.

The most important thing is that all the "waste" shows beautiful patterns, with dots of gold stars densely scattered on the surface.

This color, this texture, this smell...

This is Nima small-leaf rosewood!

Moreover, it is the best quality and most outstanding, with cloud patterns, water ripples and scales, the best and full of gold star materials!!

The longer the name, the more awesome it is.

The steel boss Gao Jing knew had a bunch of bracelets full of gold stars. He kept looking at them like a treasure all day long and never let others get their hands on them. He would not sell them at any price.

But the Full Venus is still one level behind the Ultimate Full Full Venus.

The latter is a top-notch rare material that can only be found!

Gao Jing has never seen the best-selling Venus, he has only admired the photos.

But the piles of junk in front of us were all of the same grade.

How many beads can you get out of the car when you take it back?

Although Gao Jing had seen countless rosewood before, he was still stunned at this moment.

Neither of them heard clearly what the old giant was saying.

It wasn't until Shan Guoer's extended finger gave him a gentle push that he came to his senses.

"Looks like you like this wood?"

The old giant smiled and said: "I still have a lot at home, just take as many as you want."

Gao Jing swallowed subconsciously.

He knows that the "many" he knows and the "many" he tells the other party are two completely different concepts!——

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