i became a fairy

Just exchanging wine would be of little help to the elves.

Most dwarves are good drinkers, and if Helena takes her people to a few more villages, she will always meet some thirsty dwarves who are willing to trade with them. However, this returns to the previous predicament, and the other things brought cannot be exchanged.

"Hey." Sensing Helena's disappointment, Hokas couldn't help scratching his head in embarrassment, and explained with a guilty conscience: "You also know, this guy Barron is so courageous that he doesn't dare to disobey our Mr. Essinger. If so, it took me a lot of effort to convince him to trade drinks with you."

"That's it." Seeing that he was sure, Helena was even more disappointed. She forced a smile, nodded and said, "Thank you, uncle."

"Well." Seeing Helena thank you, Hokas was a little embarrassed and said, "Actually, you don't have to worry so much. This girl saved Karl. As long as Mr. Essinger knows about it, it will be very easy." You may take back what you said before, and by then, your things will be easily exchanged."

"Yeah." Thinking of this, Helena finally relaxed her brows and said with a smile: "I hope this incident can make Senior Essinger change his opinion of us, otherwise we will really have no shame in returning to the village this time. "

"I will definitely do it. Don't worry, Mr. Essinger is not an angry person." Hokas comforted him with a smile.

The two chatted for a while, and then Hokas called Barron over and asked him to trade with the elves.

It was just three jars of wine, not a large transaction volume, and it was completed in a few minutes.

Barron handed Helena the salt and iron used for trading, then said a few words of thanks, and allowed them to rest around the village tonight, and then led Hokas back to the village.

"Okay." Helena weighed the little salt and iron in her hands, sighed, and then said to the people behind her: "Everyone, please find a shady place to rest first. We will rest here today. You can anywhere Move around, but don't run around, or the dwarves will get angry."

It was already past three o'clock in the afternoon, and if we went further down, we wouldn't be able to reach the next village. And if you rest in the wild, it's not safe around the village, so Helena arranged for everyone to set up here.

All the elders took out their mattresses and blankets from their backpacks, spread them on the ground, and sat in groups chatting in the shade under the trees. There were also some who wandered around, but they all made a tacit agreement not to go near the dwarves' village.

"An." Alela, on her side, had also arranged a place for Mian to rest, and shouted to her: "Come over and have a rest too, weren't you very sleepy just now?"

"Well, wait a minute." Mian responded, thought for a while, walked to Helena again, knelt down and asked: "Auntie, didn't you change some paper in Karl's village earlier? Can you give me a few? open"

"Paper" Helena was stunned for a moment after hearing this, and then asked with a smile: "Why do you want paper?"

In the morning, since the transaction went relatively smoothly, Helena arranged for her tribe to exchange some papers and other bits and pieces with Riward, which are all now in her bag.

"It's nothing, just drawing something." Mian explained, and raised his hand to reassure: "Don't worry, what I draw is useful and will not be wasted."

"Don't draw anything." Helena thought for a moment, then lowered her head to rummage through the package and asked at the same time: "Okay, how many do you want?"

Not to mention other things, the fact that these things can be exchanged is still due to An. Besides, An is not an ignorant child and should not act randomly.

"Yeah, five or six." Mian thought for a moment and said, "If it's not enough, I'll ask you for more. I'll also lend you your accounting pen."

"Okay." Helena nodded, counted out six pieces of paper, took another charcoal pen and handed it over, and said, "Take it, don't waste it. We only exchanged more than a hundred pieces this time. "

"Yes." Mian smiled sweetly, took the pen and paper, turned around, walked over to Alela and sat down.

"Hey An, what are you doing with the paper?" Alela was not far from Helena and heard Mian's request for paper.

"I told you that you don't understand. You can look at it after the drawing is finished." Mian smiled and waved his hand, then lay down on the mattress and took out the pen to draw. Alela opened her mouth in dissatisfaction after hearing this, but still didn't say anything. She lay down next to her daughter and started to watch.

The place Alela found to rest was relatively flat. Although there were still some bumps, it did not have a big impact on the drawing.

"Bucket, come out quickly." After getting ready, Mian ignored Alela next to him and secretly called the system in his heart, instructing: "Attach the light curtain directly to the paper and let me trace it."

"Okay." The system responded, and then the light curtain moved slightly and was completely pasted on the paper, which was the simple structural diagram of the bicycle that the two of them had worked together before. It floats on the surface of the paper.

Seeing this, Mian nodded with satisfaction, adjusted the size of the light screen, and began to trace along the structural diagram on the light screen.

Although her painting level is very low, she can still complete it if she just follows the picture. She can at least draw a sixty-six-point similarity, which can be understood at a glance.

The confusion in my heart disappeared, and I waved it gently on the paper, and soon formed a simple structural diagram of the bicycle. Mian took the system away and compared it for a while, then put it back on, redrawing a few missing parts, and then stopped writing.

"Bucket." She shouted again and ordered: "Split this structural diagram. Take the parts I told you in the morning and spread them out. I will trace these parts."

Although the structural diagram has been drawn, if the diagram were given directly to Hokas, he would probably give Mian an iron bump that looks like a bicycle, which cannot be ridden or lifted.

"Okay." Mian expressed it clearly, and the system understood it instantly. The light curtain flickered for a moment, and the original structural diagram turned into tiny parts, arranged in an orderly manner in front of Mian's eyes.

"Oh, there are so many"

I didn't realize it when it was put together, but when I took it apart, I realized that there must be at least a hundred parts on the bicycle. Mian couldn't help but clicked his tongue.

"There are a lot of duplicate parts." The system responded upon seeing this: "There are many identical parts here. If we eliminate them, there will be only dozens of parts. Do we need to get rid of them?"