Although he said that, his eyes never left the bag of maltose, but at this time, little Peter took the initiative to stretch out his small hand and took Suldak to meet him from this booth. He was reluctant to leave the booth, but his heart was melting.

This booth is also surrounded by other children in the village, a bear child, who sticks his head in front of the booth and almost sticks his eyes to the bag of candy. The most frightening thing is that he has two runny noses as he breathes, which may fall at any time, which makes the salesman in charge of sales frightened, but Suldak is afraid to scare the bear child.
Surdak also looked at the salesman with a black line and said, "Give me that bag of sugar …"
Salesman slightly one leng didn’t react.
Surdak gave him a look and asked, "Can’t this bag of sugar be sold?"
The salesman was so excited that Suldak wanted to buy the package of maltose and bent down to rescue the package of maltose from the sight of the bear child. He tried to squeeze out a smile and bite the bullet and said, "Of course not!"
After paying fifteen coppers, Surdak picked up the bag of candy bars.
Seeing that the bag of maltose was bought away, the children in the village swarmed away. Surdak squatted in front of little Peter and stuffed this bag of candy into little Peter’s arms. He smiled and said, "Good boy should learn to share happiness with others. What would you do if this bag of candy belonged to you?"
Little Peter asked innocently with wide eyes, "Can I share these sweets with my friends?"
"Of course, it belongs to you and is at your disposal …" Surdak certainly nodded and said.
Little Peter thought hard for a long time, and his eyes became sparkling. He said to Surdak, "I want to give some to my friends. I promise that there will never be too much left. I will give it to Sheila. She likes candy. Every time I cry, she will take out a candy for me …"
After that, he carefully counted out more than a dozen pieces of candy and put a candy in his mouth very rarely before holding those pieces of candy and running to a group of squatting children. It seems that not all children are little Peter’s friends.
Surdak shouted to little Peter, "Don’t run away! Don’t leave my sight!"
Little Peter readily agreed to run away.
Surdak’s strong purchasing power immediately made the businessman stunned.
"I want this bag of wheat flour …"
"Is this butter?"
Whole ham …
Bundles of smoked sausages …
Pepper, Chili sauce and other seasonings …
Finally, I actually bought an alloy bow and a pocket of triangular fine steel arrow clusters. Besides these, I also bought all kinds of unknown species. Finally, even shovels and pickaxe pots were bundled and bought back. Surdak certainly couldn’t take so many things by himself.
But didn’t the salesman take the initiative to bring a mule to carry all these materials to the house with Surdak behind him. Sur Dacla took little Peter to the front.
At this time, people in the village realized that the young man with a smiling face all day and not much to talk was no longer Little Duck.
He is a knight.
Surdak didn’t take those farm tools and iron pots with him, but asked Brett, the old village chief, to move to the village warehouse. Surdak wanted to supply some wood in the village, but now it is far less than adding some farm tools.
The caravan leader looked at Surdak’s back and asked the old village chief Brett, "This is …"
"He is a Surdak knight who has just retired from the plane battlefield," said the old village head proudly.
The caravan leader was a little surprised and asked, "Is he from your village?"
The old village head nodded and glanced at the caravan leader and said, "Of course!"
The caravan leader sat down with some disappointment and muttered, "So this place will become a knight’s collar?"
The old village chief doesn’t look a little depressed about the caravan leader, but now is not the time to entangle these things. He has to hurry to move these farm tools back to the village warehouse …
Chapter 227 Lizard hunting
The next day, Li Qian’s caravan set off for a village.
A caravan of twelve horses and six mules walked along an uneven mountain road to Hurd village, 30 kilometers away, facing the horizon, and watched the caravan leave silently from a distance.
The gray limestone layer, the sun jumped out of the horizon and pulled their shadows very long.
Surdak followed the lizard hunting team in Wall Village into the mountains at the southern foot of Pagelos.
The leader of this lizard hunting team is naturally the most experienced hunter in Woer village. Village Chief Brett led the villagers to walk into this mountain with bows and arrows and ropes carrying dry food for about seven days. The deeper they went, the more desolate they found it, and they could see a touch of green in the ravine. When everyone crossed a mountain, the green disappeared.
Looking around, the mountains are all made of gray rocks, and occasionally a few animal bones can be seen in the stone walls. The root here is death.
Occasionally, I can see some spiny seabuckthorn grass swaying in the wind in the crevices of rocks.
Village chief Brett climbed to a steep crevice and stretched out his hand and broke it. The branches of Hippophae rhamnoides have lost their moisture, and the wrinkles on their faces have become deeper. The vitality here has almost been cut off. This area used to be the activity area of limestone iguanas. These Hippophae rhamnoides are the source of these limestone iguanas, but these Hippophae rhamnoides have dried up and died this year. Of course, there can be no limestone iguanas in this area.
The old village head frowned and took a sip of water to moisten his thirsty throat. The linen scarf covered his face and waved to the team. Everyone headed for the depths of the mountains at the southern foot.
Surdak, the crater called pustule in the distance, is becoming more and more clear in sight.
Village chief Brett walked with the lizard hunting team in the village for a whole day, passing through four places in succession. The most active area was limestone iguanas. This year, the situation was slightly different. There were no traces of limestone iguanas in the crevices of rocks in these places. Not only that, even iguanas were almost dead.
The team walked until the sun went down into the ravine, and then they camped on a sheltered cliff. These villagers didn’t carry tents. Everyone was carrying a worn blanket. A small bonfire was raised on the cliff. Everyone wrapped the blanket around the bonfire, tore up some dry food and threw it into an iron pot filled with clean water.
When the water in the pot boils, everyone will scoop out some food from the pot and get together for this dinner.
This kind of pot rice is not delicious, and the food quality brought by the villagers is uneven. Some villagers bring dry food, baked wheat cakes, and some villagers bring dry food, chestnut cakes. At this time, no one will be picky about the food. The difference is that the first day of hunting has made the atmosphere in the lizard hunting team somewhat dignified.
At this time, the old village head gathered several villagers with hunting experience in the village together to discuss the area with an old parchment, so as to have a better chance of limestone iguanas. These villagers frowned and it didn’t look good.
Surdak sat quietly beside his village chief Brett against the rock wall to attend the discussion.
"Seabuckthorn grass withered in this area. It’s too dry in this area. No seabuckthorn grass lived in limestone. Iguanas should have all migrated to other places." The wrinkles on the old village head’s face were deeper. His lips were a little dry. He wanted to take out the kettle and drink water, but he held back and pursed her lips slightly.
Charlie, a child, looked puzzled at the old village head and casually asked, "How can it be so dry from here across a ridge from Wall Village?"
"It’s not surprising that this happens every few years. If we continue to explore the depths of the mountains, we will always find something," said an old villager to Charley, who is skilled in bowstring twisting.
"In my opinion, limestone iguanas should migrate in this direction, and we will find their tracks if we continue to chase them." Another old villager vowed to point to the pustule mountain.
However, his words were immediately questioned by other villagers. "Come on, there has long been a barren land. Do you think the limestone iguana can live there?"
The villager stubbornly said, "Whether there are limestone iguanas or not will be known after some exploration …"
The late discussion didn’t get any substantive results.