The quarry on the border is filled with dust and dust.
Yu Zhengyao squatted in the corner, holding a fist-sized scrap in his hand. The skin is gray and black with vertical and horizontal cracks, and dogs won't even eat it if it is thrown on the roadside.
"It's for the last ten copper coins." He spat. "If you don't ship the goods, you will have to go mining to pay off your debt tomorrow."
There was laughter all around.
"Fool Yu is here again!"
"If this broken stone can be shipped, I will eat the stone dissolving machine alive!"
