Interstellar Farming: The sick and weak male protagonist is struggling to survive on money

Chapter 656

In order to cross the catastrophe, Nian Shutong refined a lot of weapons, many of which were useless, and none of his subordinates could use them.

And before that, she specially refined a batch of swords, guns, swords and halberds for the residents of Blue Star to use.

There are still many, many left, so it is also a good choice to sell some.

When she arrived at Tujia two days ago, she found that the weapons she made were so popular, especially for practitioners who cultivated physical fitness, they were like treasures.

Nian Shutong casually pulled out a piece of cloth and spread it on the ground.

Crash--
There was a sound of metal knocking and colliding with each other, and a pile of sword-like weapons fell to the ground and piled up together.

The stall operator next to him was still chatty, and he glanced in Nian Shutong's direction and asked, "Sister, where did you buy this wholesale?"

"It's not wholesale, it's homemade."

The stall owner next to him nodded clearly and said, "Did I say that? It doesn't look familiar. I know all the wholesalers around here."

"Sister, let me tell you, go to that old Wang's weapon shop, his goods are good."

The enthusiastic stall owner picked up a knife from his stall and showed it in Nian Shutong's direction.

"Look at this blade. It is said that it is made of rare metals. It is not only strong but also does not curl. It is very easy to use."

"Look, you can cut iron like mud."

"brush!"

The stall owner took a knife and chopped off a piece of iron on his stall from the corner, and it did fall off.

In ancient times, it was really a good knife, but in Interstellar, that is, the level of beginners, because the hardness required for killing insects and beasts in Interstellar cannot be satisfied by ordinary swords.

Nian Shutong praised calmly and said, "Not bad."

If there are unnecessary words, I will not say more, and set up a stall quietly.

The stall owner next to him should be a chatterbox similar to Xia Tian, ​​he didn't mind Nian Shutong's indifference at all, he yelled at each girl without stopping.

Nian Shutong finally realized one thing, that is why this seat was empty, and it happened to be in the middle.

Sure enough, if things go wrong, there must be a demon. The man next to him is really good at talking.

In the end, Nian Shutong simply closed his ears and just stared at his booth.

In the past ten minutes, several people wandered around her booth, but they all looked at it, and no one bought it.

Most of the people are looking for the marks on the weapons. Generally, the resold weapons have the names and marks of various well-known refining families or individuals.

But there was nothing on Nian Shutong's pile of weapons. Many of them were not very good at reading, so they just glanced at them briefly and then skipped over them.

This street is the closest street to the Imperial Military Academy. On this street, there are weapons, space buttons, and various backpacks, and even vehicles, maps, etc., about the things that can be used in the Zerg battlefield. , you can always find one or two here.

Even the teachers of some schools would pass by this street every time they leave school after class, and sometimes they find something they like, which is also a very enjoyable thing.

Zhou Zhen is a professor of weapons in the college, who specializes in weapons and their materials. After class today, he thought that he hadn't been to the alley for a long time. It happened that the end of the day was early, so he stopped by to have a look.

"Professor Zhou has time to come over today, let's take a look."

"I also bought a lot of good things here, and Professor Zhou gave me Zhang Zhangyan."

Zhou Zhen is a frequent visitor here, and the stall owners are all old stall owners. Everyone knows each other, so the conversation is a little more familiar.

Professor Zhou looks a bit like a Maitreya Buddha, the kind of person who looks like a smile when he doesn't smile.

It is difficult for the students in his class to judge any emotion from Professor Zhou's face, which is nicknamed by the students: Smiling Zhou.

Zhou Zhen stopped at several booths one after another, but he didn't make a move and continued to walk forward.

Since all these stall owners knew him, it was difficult for him to buy good things.

Zhou Zhen arrived at Nian Shutong's booth as he walked. He took a look at it first, and continued to walk forward.

But it always feels like something is not right, is it too common?It was so common that he was thinking, can these still be considered weapons?

Zhou Zhen took back his steps, squatted in front of Nian Shutong's booth, and picked it up with his hands to have a look.

The thumb was rubbing against the blade, and it still had a rough texture. It was not sharp at all, and even a thumb could not be cut.

Zhou Zhen frowned a little, is that really the case?Why does he always feel that something is not right?

The stall owner next to him, seeing Zhou Zhen's actions, was embarrassed for Nian Shutong. Where did this girl get the knife?
Ah, by the way, the girl said they made it at home. Could it be latte chips, made at will?
However, this talkative stall owner felt that it was fate that this girl had been by his side for more than half an hour and had not left.

"Professor Zhou, look at me, I just got it from Wang's shop."

The stall owner's words did not attract Zhou Zhen's attention, and he continued to look at the knives on Nian Shutong's stall.

The stall owners had no choice but to look around, one stared silently, and the other seemed to be asleep?
As soon as he was about to touch Nian Shutong with one finger, he was so frightened by Nian Shutong's look that he retracted it.

The gaze that Nian Shutong gave just now gave the stall owner the illusion that he was passing by on the verge of death.

Is it really an illusion?The stall owner himself didn't know, he smiled at Nian Shutong, pointed to Professor Zhou and said, "Shopping."

Nian Shutong restrained his momentum, smiled at the stall owner and said, "Thank you."

She turned her head, looked at Zhou Zhen and said, "500 million pieces, the same price."

"Ping-pong--"

The stall owner next to him dropped the knife in his hand, hit the ground, and said with a smile, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, my hand slipped."

However, 500 million?No second price, did he hear correctly?
No matter how good a weapon is, it's still a weapon.

The general price is between a few thousand to tens of thousands of star coins, and if it reaches tens of thousands, it is considered a good weapon.

But is this girl crazy? 500 million, only a fool would buy it.

"Okay, I bought it."

The stall owner turned his head mechanically, looking at the "fool" Professor Zhou who was about to buy, his eyesight was full of disbelief, so he bought it?

But both the buyer and the seller are voluntary, and it is not easy for him to intervene, so he swallowed his words and watched the two simply complete the transaction.

500 million, here we go.

After collecting the money, Nian Shutong continued to close his eyes again, as if Jiang Taigong was fishing and the wisher would take the bait.

And Zhou Zhen, who finished shopping, quickly left with this knife, and he wanted to go back to verify one thing.

Zhou Zhen did not go home, but chose to go back to school. The school has a complete laboratory, and the speed is fast. Maybe he can come back after the verification.

(End of this chapter)