New fair

After an unsuccessful trip, Shir-Ali went headlong into work in his home restaurant with three tables. Fang laughed at them and thought well that he did not go with them. Dara didn't care. He was gloriously dispersed, tried his magic powers.

Although he was a farmer, if you looked at him from the side, he was more like a city dandy. Since his farm was smart, he practically did nothing. He only gave instructions on what to plant.

The Shir and Suhrab and Dilshoda plowed everything themselves, planted plants, watered, applied fertilizers. The Elder Sister and the Younger were in charge of distributing the magic soil and water. Alien viruses created a source of magical power.

All data was displayed on a large virtual screen in the dining room. Dara only had to give tasks to pull this or that vegetable, berry, or fruit out of the ground.

And he was only engaged in the calibration and packaging of products so that later his relatives would take them to the farm store, which was also a warehouse for an online farm store. Some of the products were taken by Shir-Ali.

He also chose which garden plants and fruit trees to grow on the farm. If the system hadn't pestered him with its quests to study medicinal plants and the healing properties of vegetables, he would have become completely lazy and overgrown with fat. Since Dara did not like to play sports and walk. Preferring to eat deliciously, to sit at the monitor. Sleep, eat, rest. I worked to a minimum.

Well, sometimes he liked to do treasure hunting. It was exhausting to travel to the mountains or steppes, so lately he preferred looking for treasures in the city or the vicinity of his farm. There were hills, small mountains, river valleys. In these river valleys, one could look for precious stones - garnets, turquoise, amethysts. Large chunks.

During the creation of the laboratory on the hill, rock explosions were made, part of the stones fell off the river valley. The water washed away pieces of rock downstream. There were also pieces of native gold. Dara, very lucky. There was an era of reforms. Before that, the country was stuck, between socialism and the Middle Ages. Although already Elon Musk launched satellites into space for cheap Internet and conquered outer space with private rockets.

Now, thanks to market reforms, there is a hope to reach capitalism, so state organizations have appeared, buying up precious stones and gold from the population. However, prices were 30 percent below market prices, but everything was legal. There was no choice. But if he found more, he would have given more money.

And before all the bowels belonged to the country. However, 50 percent of what was found had to be given to the owner of the land. At times, Dara carefully examined the soil profiles that were visible in the beds of dry rivers. There one could be lucky enough to find the fossil remains of ancient flora and fauna.

Animal bones, sometimes the remains of dinosaur bones. Dara did not ignore small rivers, lakes, where one could find arrowheads and sometimes small pieces of meteorites. Here they were in value. Although it was Small-Ahn, they were bought at 50 percent of the market price. But 1 kg of meteorites could reach a couple of thousand dollars. In a country with an average monthly salary of $ 250, this was a lot of money.

Also in demand in the city market - the roots of licorice, soap root, blue St. John's wort. You could have made some money. Taking a metal detector with you to walk along mountain paths, you could find a couple of coins of the first or second great northern empire - copper or silver, copper sleeves. Then they had to melt, smelt small ingots and then make wire from them.

After that, it will be handed over to the acceptance of non-ferrous metals. If you had the strength, then you could find old cast-iron batteries or pipes to hand them over to scrap metal. But for this, it was necessary to spend money on ordering a dump truck for 3-4 tons. $ 25 per order.

After an unsuccessful trip, Dara did not go straight to the farm but decided to walk around the city. Through the fairs and along the streets where old people sold every little thing. Such fairs were held on weekends and every second Tuesday of the new month. He liked to walk on weekdays, as there were fewer people and the choice of goods was even less, but more often interesting things came across. Appreciated by collectors.

So today, Dara, decided to walk along the main street, there are old people and those who wanted to leave for another country, they sold all kinds of household waste, old knickknacks, badges, sets of stamps. Some young collectors bought stamps of the second great northern empire in the hope of reselling them later at two or even three times the original price. They were naive and inexperienced.

Of all the stamps of the second empire, a couple - dozen sets with a circulation of 1000 or 10000 pieces were valued. Young collectors bought stamps with a circulation of 10 million, 30 million pieces.

Therefore, their postage stamps were worth 20-30 percent of actual catalog prices. That is, not dollars for a collection, but a couple of cents, no more. Money down the drain, it's easier to say. In these ranks of those selling every little thing, some cunning old collectors deceived simple-minded young people.

This is how the business of collectors works, inexperienced youths are deceived. They learn from examples. Dara has already received her lesson in wisdom. Therefore, he simply loved to go to such fairs to get new information. Sometimes he managed to find something interesting. So it was this time!