Midia just smiled and said to the village head, "You'd better tell them."
Folia nodded. Then she looked at Li and others and said, "Here is the thing. I have promised Miss. Midia to sell the Allah slate, but... I want to make some money for the villagers."
Noticing that she didn't speak clearly, Li Yi guessed that her English was not very good, so he said, "Miss. Folia, can you speak more clearly? I don't understand what you mean."
Said Folia, "Here is the thing. Sometimes tourists come to visit our clay village. We usually make some clay figurines, but they are not worth much. Because our village is too poor, it is not easy to sell them out. So we make a living by selling Allah slate. However, there is only one real one. Therefore, Miss. Midia has come to me before, and I have promised to sell it. If you want a real slate, please buy all the fakes in the market together. "
The girl said and bowed deeply.
Li Yi got the point.