You can agree with the stall owner on how to work for him, and negotiate your wages based on the benefits you bring to him.

You can also choose to gamble and put your own things on it to win the circulating funds.

Of course, don’t think that if you lose something by talking about it casually here, you won’t be responsible for it, such as your own house.

After the game is over, someone will naturally collect it, and there is no way to deny it.

In such an environment, every year people lose their lives here, and there are many people who jump off the building.

Just standing here, Xia Wanxin could already feel the enthusiastic gazes of others.

It is not a piece of stone, but more like a piece of gold, and a house after another, attracting secular people to flock to it.

She is also not exempt from vulgarity.

But what she was really curious about was the last treasure.

Xia Wanxin walked forward, quietly listening to other people's conversations.

Most people were chatting about the current situation on the field and discussing where to make money later.

Someone also talked about the part that interested her.

When passing by a stall, I happened to hear a stall owner say: "I don't know who will win the prize this year. Yesterday I saw them carefully transporting the things, for fear of being bumped. The posture was like holding a Bodhisattva."

Be careful."

Next to him, another person asked in a low voice: "What are you holding, that mysterious priceless treasure at the end?"

"That's not nonsense, otherwise what else could it be!"

After making a complaint, Tan started to move his mouth, as if he couldn't hold back the spirit of gossip in his heart.

He came closer again, lowered his voice, and said softly: "Let me tell you, I secretly inquired about it, and the treasure this time is a medicinal herb!"

Originally, another stall owner was a little excited when he heard the relevant news. When he heard that it was just a medicinal herb, he frowned in disgust: "A grass? Then this year's treasure is in vain! Who cares about asking for a grass?"

The person who spoke at the beginning heard this, slapped him on the head, and then complained speechlessly: "Just think about it with your tall but not intelligent head, ordinary grass can be used as this..."

Are you waiting for a treasure? I heard that it is the legendary Moonfall Grass!"

Hearing these words, the other stall owner put away the contempt in his eyes and widened his eyes in surprise.

If it were really Moonfall Grass, that would be incredible.

That is the legendary magical herb that can bring flesh and bones to life and death! A treasure that can bring the dead back to life!

This value cannot be measured in money at all.

After all, who doesn’t want to give themselves a golden guarantee against death?

Especially those with money.

They also have money and power.

There is a saying that goes well, these external things cannot be taken with you until death.

So what are they most afraid of?

What I fear most is death!

Didn’t you see that those emperors in ancient times, at first, governed the country with great care and professionalism, but when they got old, they became confused one by one and began to seek immortality?

So, if this autumn grass is indeed as magical as the legend says, then it is indeed a good thing, an extremely good thing.

The two stall owners' eyes were filled with light as they chatted. Suddenly, one of them suddenly looked at Xia Wanxin not far away.

At first, I thought she was eavesdropping.

Later, when I saw her expression, it didn't look like her. I estimated the distance again and found that it was impossible for ordinary people to hear what they were saying at this distance.

Even so, the stall owner still asked in a vigilant voice: "What are you doing?"

Xia Wanxin looked down at the stones arranged there, then raised her head when she heard the sound.

She pointed to herself: "Are you talking to me?"
Chapter completed!