The Heavy Backpack

At noon that day, Feifei put her younger brother Huanhuan into a wicker basket and went to cook for Feng Jun and the others. The village chief no longer dared lay a hand on her—at least three of those four men were connected to the Mighty Wind Escort Agency. They were not people the village could afford to provoke.

Everything was difficult at the beginning. Once the first person sold a stone, four groups came to Feng Jun that afternoon to sell him stones.

Having heard about Feifei, they all took the initiative to name their prices, and without exception, every price was exorbitant.

But how could Feng Jun agree? Following Lang Zhen's advice and his own judgment, he offered roughly appropriate prices.

If they refused, he simply waved them away. "Please leave. Sell it wherever you want at that price. I can't afford it."

Most ridiculously, one man brought a rough stone that had only been polished on one side. Pointing at that side, he swore solemnly, "If I polish this whole stone, it'll be worth at least five silver dollars. I'm only selling it to you for one. You're making a killing."

Feng Jun did not know whether to laugh or cry. This kind of trick existed in this world too?

Naturally, he would not agree. For people of this world, cutting open a stone was entirely manual work and consumed tremendous effort. If the stone had not been completely worked, it was actually the seller who had saved himself trouble.

So he stated bluntly, "I only want polished stones. Forget one silver dollar—I wouldn't take your stone for a hundred copper coins. That's right, I don't accept half-finished goods here."

The man became somewhat embarrassed and angry, even seeming ready to resort to violence. Lang Zhen raised