The melodious sound of camel bells rang out from the far west, crossing the vast desert and arriving in the territory of the Tang Dynasty after several months of travel.

These Persian merchants are very hospitable. Anyone who wants to join their caravan can do so without paying any price. As time goes by, the team will become larger and larger, which will make those who want to take advantage of them very cautious.

On this day, as the Persian caravan arrived in Qizhou, a group of people came to ask to join them. The number of people was not large, only five riders and a carriage.

It’s just that the young man in the lead had a strange accent. He looked very much like a Tang person, but his accent was very close to their Mandarin. It was as if he was deliberately learning to speak Chinese like them.

These Persian caravans have encountered all kinds of people. Even spies from horse bandits would be accepted by them. After all, the horse bandits are not just one group of people. Once those horse bandit spies join them, they would have to fight with other horse bandits if they encounter them.

The Persian caravan accepted Zhang San despite his strange behavior. They had already entered the territory of the Tang Dynasty and it was impossible for them to encounter large groups of robbers. With the current size of their caravan, there was nothing to be afraid of.

Anyway, we are just traveling the same way, and we won’t eat or live together.

The big man grabbed the rope, lifted up the glass drop and looked at it carefully in front of his eyes, but found no obvious traces.

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Seeing them chatting and laughing, someone who didn't know them would definitely think that they had been traveling together for a long time, rather than being people who had just met.

"Of course not."

If you don't believe me, let's try it. Anyone who thinks he is strong can make a bet with me. If you can smash the big head, I will give you a coin. If you can't smash it, you can just give me a penny."

"Well, give me the iron hammer and the glass drop first. I want to inspect the goods first."

Zhang San thought about it and nodded, saying, "That's fine, but you'd better keep it a secret, otherwise, you may not be able to find me next time you come."

Zhang San flipped his hands and took out a goddess tear. "Please look, everyone, this is the glass drop in my hand, also called the goddess tear. This item is extremely difficult to obtain. Only a few will appear when the sky collapses and the earth collapses.

The body of this object is light green in color, and when it is illuminated by the sun, it will be surrounded by colorful light. It is not only beautiful, but also has a very rare quality.

Pu Shang looked somewhat unwilling, but he could only accept Zhang San's proposal and said, "Okay, then you have to give me an address so that I can find you next time I come. Is that okay?"

As the big man said this, he threw a penny to Zhang San, who caught the penny and made a gesture of invitation.

After entering Chang'an City, the Persian caravan received a warm welcome. After all, the arrival of every caravan from afar meant a feast of wealth, and the exchange of two different commodities could produce a huge price difference.

Legend has it that in the far west, there is a goddess named "Athena", who is said to be an incarnation of our Guanyin Bodhisattva. When she attained enlightenment, she felt the suffering of all living beings, so she shed a tear of the goddess.

After Zhang San followed the Persian caravan into the West Market, he randomly found a place and started setting up a stall.

If you really want more Goddess Tears, then remember to bring more iron next time. Not only Goddess Tears, but I also have more good things for you."

Before entering Chang'an City, the caravan leader asked Zhang San again: "Zhang, are you really unwilling to sell me some more of your Goddess Tears? I can raise the purchase price a little bit, and I will definitely not let you suffer a loss."

Zhang San smiled confidently, "It's OK if there's a little damage or deformation."

After a gong sounded, Zhang San started shouting, "Don't miss it if you pass by, come and see the strange things and the gods fighting the monsters. There is an old saying that 'a stone from another mountain can sharpen a jade'."

There was a loud "bang" and the platform vibrated violently several times, proving that the big guy had indeed used all his strength.

When Zhang San said this, everyone was shocked. With odds of one to one thousand, it was definitely worth a gamble.

The big man looked at the glass drop and saw that it was indeed sticking to the stone anvil, so he nodded and smashed it down with a sledgehammer.

Zhang San shook his head and first set up a high platform, placed a thick stone anvil on the platform, and then used a line to hang up the glass drop, with the big head just placed on the stone anvil, to ensure that the big head could bear the force without damaging the tail when it was smashed.

The young man asked, what are the characteristics?

The big guy picked up the hammer and the glass drop and looked at them. He just wanted to make sure the hammer was real. "How do we start? Just smash them randomly like this?"

Immediately, a big man stepped out from the crowd. However, before he really started, he asked cautiously, "Do you want to smash the whole thing, or just a few pieces, or even just flatten it?"

The tears of the gods turned into thousands of raindrops to nourish all living things. Among them, those with sufficient immortal spirit energy would condense and not disperse. After being moistened by the earth's energy and the essence of the sun and the moon over many years, they finally turned into drops of colored glaze. "

It is nearly 400 miles from Qizhou to Chang'an. The caravan walked for six or seven days before they saw the city wall of Chang'an. At this time, Zhang San's accent became more and more similar to that of Persians. After several days of deliberate flattery, Zhang San also became good friends with the people in the caravan.

Its big head is so hard that even if you hit it hard with a hammer, it cannot be damaged at all. However, its small head is so fragile that it will be shattered to pieces if you apply the slightest force.

The big guy was a little dazed by the shock, but many people in the crowd urged, "Let's see what the result is?"

Zhang San shook his head and said, "Pushang, one hundred goddess tears are enough for you to make a fortune in Persia. Too much of something is worthless, and greed is not a good habit.

Then he stretched out his carrot-thick fingers to rub the glass, then put it in front of his eyes to look at it carefully, but still found no obvious damage. The big man was stunned, and finally sighed, dropped the hammer and left.

There was another uproar in the crowd. Zhang San bowed to those around him and said, "Is there anyone else who wants to try? But this time the stakes have to be increased tenfold. That is, ten coins are required for each attempt. If the object is broken, you can get ten strings of coins."

The amount of ten cents made many people who were eager to try just now back off. One cent is okay for fun, but wouldn't it be better to buy two pounds of pork with ten cents?

The battle that the big guy just put in didn't seem fake. It would be very uncomfortable if I lost ten cents in vain.

Of course, there are also people who are not short of money and do not believe in superstition. A young man came out cursing, "I'm here, you are just playing tricks, the big guy just now must be in the same group with you, right?"