"I''m really hungry." Qin Shihuang said.

    "Oh, brother, you can blow. If you can really come to a place like me to see things?"

    Don''t tell me. I really remember that when Qin Shihuang first came, there seemed to be a few knife coins hanging on his clothes. I had more heart and asked the old man, "how much can I sell?"

    "Zhendi can''t use it. The hungry Society (said) can''t circulate anymore."

    The old man was stunned, pointed to the fat man and said to me, "you old brother can really laugh."

    I wiped my sweat and said, "he has that virtue. How much can real knife coins sell?"

    "There are tens of thousands of better ones. In fact, this kind of thing is not worth money."

    Just then, the shopkeeper said, "this is the only thing he has for such a big man. It''s useless for you to go elsewhere..." I looked back and saw Xiang Yu wearing a cut Guevara''s T-shirt, a pair of sports shorts for plastic models, his watermelon knife eyebrows, melancholy eyes and his very vivid little red hat - I must be far away from him if I meet such a person in the street anyway.

    Liu Bang''s clothes are easy to buy. Every time the boy puts on a new suit, he twists and turns in front of the steamed stuffed bun. When people ask him if he is satisfied, he laughs and says to the steamed stuffed bun, "if you are satisfied, I will be satisfied..." Mr. Li walks up to me and whispers, "I want to go opposite to see a book."

    I know that the smart woman refused to muddle along like this and took out 100 yuan to her: "I''ll go with you." She glanced at the steamed stuffed bun and said with a low smile, "my cousin will be jealous." Steamed stuffed bun also looked at us with a smile. Li Shishi entered the small bookstore opposite. I quickly asked Jing Ke to accompany me. Er silly, after all, has rich trading experience and knows how to change money, and now he knows how to ask for matches when buying cigarettes

    I was so busy that I looked at the fat man on the stall - I was shocked in a cold sweat: Qin Shihuang didn''t know when he was gone! I was about to ask the old man, but I suddenly saw that guy sitting on the cold drink stand opposite, cocking his legs to drink soda. I looked gloomy and asked the cold drink seller for a bottle of water. I dried most of them in one breath. Recently, I''ve been sweating a lot.

    The fat man swayed his legs and said leisurely, "I''m hungry. You can''t touch (no) money or sprinkle (anything) in the immortal''s place."