The People's Recognition

"Copper coins? What are copper coins? Are they another kind of farm tool from your Han Tribe?" the old man who had come to exchange sickles asked in bewilderment.

Wen Xi's face twitched. Suppressing the urge to roll his eyes, he cheerfully pulled over a small basket from the table and pointed at the things inside.

"These glinting little copper pieces are the money of our Han Tribe. Although they aren't tools and must not be destroyed, they can be used to trade for goods. Any goods from the Han Tribe can be exchanged for them, of course, as long as you give the corresponding amount."

"You can't eat them, drink them, or use them as tools. What use are they to me? Since you said this money can be exchanged for other things, then just give me the things directly. I don't want money."

The old man picked up a coin and examined it in his hand. It was indeed quite exquisitely made, with flowers on one side, a human head on the other, and many tiny characters. Unfortunately, he could not recognize most of them. He only noticed that one looked like the flag hanging on the ship, so he supposed it must be the character "Han" from the Han Tribe.

But the thing could not be eaten, drunk, or used, and no matter how pretty it was, it was useless in his hands. Thus, he tossed it back into the basket and asked Wen Xi to exchange it for something else.

His first attempt at promoting the currency had been rejected, but Wen Xi was not in a hurry. It was impossible for everything to succeed right from the start. He smiled again and said, "All right, all right, old sir, I'll exchange it for goods. But