Guy and Sura looked at each other. Based on yesterday's tally, there are still eleven barrels of flour left in the settlement. It's enough for six people to eat, but they're a bit reluctant to use it for trading.
"How about other things, like iron blocks or muskets?" Sura began.
"Iron blocks are too heavy. I only have five cows; it'd be too tiring for them to carry it. Maybe a big caravan would take them." He shook his head.
"As for muskets, we definitely wanted them before, but not anymore." Saying this, he took out an iron-gray semi-automatic rifle from a bag hanging beside him.
"This thing is much better than any bow, crossbow, or musket." He said, tapping it with his hand.
Upon seeing the gun, Sura's eyes lit up, eager to have a closer look, but judging by the man's demeanor, he clearly wasn't willing to let it go.
