Chapter 10: Liu Zhang's Thoughts (3)

  "This horse is as thin as a piece of firewood, it can't pull a cart or carry heavy loads. I'm willing to buy it, but only because it's cheap, and after raising it for some time, use it to pull a millstone. You barbarian, you insist on saying it's a thousand-mile horse, aren't you trying to cheat people?"

  "......I think so too, if this is a thousand-mile horse, then the donkey that pulls the mill in my home is also a divine steed, haha"

  "Hey, these barbarians, why bother talking to them, just send them directly to the government office, a few slaps on the board and see if they still have anything to say..."

  A vacant lot by the roadside, surrounded by a large circle of people, a man in his forties wearing brocade clothes, with a disdainful expression on his face, was speaking to three foreigners with spittle flying everywhere. From time to time, he would also make a fist and seek support from the surrounding crowd.

  Among the onlookers, some good Samaritans were incited by him and chimed in with words of support. The man in brocade clothes became even more vigorous, baring his teeth and brandishing his claws, to the point where it seemed as if he was about to throw a punch at the old man.

  Three foreigners, one old and two young, judging from their attire, should be the Tartars from the northern grasslands. However, they all had a pale face and were filled with indignation.

  Among the two young men, the younger one had a clear and bright appearance, quite handsome. But at this moment, his cheeks were puffed out, one hand pressing against the waist where a silver knife was hidden, his face flushed bright red.

  The older one, however, was a middle-aged man with a face full of anger, yet he stood steadily on the side, his eyes occasionally flashing with majesty, and in his hand he led a lean and bony white horse.

  That horse is too emaciated, it looks like it doesn't have the usual robustness of a normal horse, and in some places its fur has even fallen off.

  Liu Zhang gazed intently and noticed that the white horse had a large skeleton, its four hooves were like bowls, and its eyes shone like two black agates, radiating a brilliant light.

  "Brother, this horse is extraordinary!" A low voice came from Zhao Yun's ear, Liu Zhang slightly nodded his head, but his eyes had already started rolling rapidly...

  "This is indeed a thousand-mile horse, you are blind and don't recognize it, how can you come back and talk nonsense? If you don't want to buy it, just leave, it's not like we must sell it to you." The old Tartar suppressed his anger, blocking the young man while refuting him indignantly.

  The crowd watched as he spoke in a weak tone, and the murmurs grew louder. The man in brocade clothes looked even more pleased with himself, rolling up his sleeves, and was about to step forward and grab the old man.

  The old man behind the boy who was holding a knife saw that his opponent was about to make a move, and his face changed. He shouted loudly and was about to rush up and fight to the death. However, just as he took one step forward, he suddenly hesitated and stopped.

  "Do you know what this is?"

  Liu Zhang was standing between the man in brocade and the old horse seller, smiling. No one noticed when he slipped in.

  At this moment, a palm was stretched out in front of the brocade-clad man, and a round object lay quietly in it. Under the refraction of sunlight, it emitted colorful colors.

  "Is...is this...the Pearl of the South China Sea?" The man's eyes were fixed on the pearl, he swallowed his saliva and stuttered.

  In this land of abundance, most transactions are bartering, although there are also silver and copper coin exchanges. However, such a dazzling trinket is truly the first time I've seen it.

  The crowd in the arena involuntarily held their breath, and in an instant, they focused their eyes on Liu Zhang's palm. Even the three horse-trading Tartars showed a look of surprise in their eyes.

  On the scene, except for Liu Zhang who was still smiling, only Zhao Yun secretly smiled. What Liu Zhang held in his hand was not a treasure or a pearl, but a kind of egg stone from a small stream behind Wuyun Peak.

  That stone was actually a phosphorus-containing rock, which fell into the stream and became round and lustrous after being washed by the water for many years, with a hidden light. Liu Zhang took some when he left, intending to bring them back to coax his children, but unexpectedly took them out here first to fool people.