Chapter 10 He is selling all

Author: Shi Ning

Chapter 10 He is selling all

Seeing Ji Siyuan's exaggerated look, the old man was a little unhappy.

"Why, don't you want to sit?" The old man looked stern, as if Ji Siyuan would immediately curse when she dared to say something she disliked his car in the next second.

Seeing that the old man looked wrong, Ji Siyuan thought that the variety show was being broadcast live, so she restrained the disgust in her heart and smiled embarrassedly, "No, no."

The old man snorted, then jumped onto the board and sat next to the cow.

Turning his head and facing Shu Yao and the others' eyes, with a little pride in his tone: "Don't think that my car is a little old, but I usually rely on it to sell things in the market!"

After saying that, the old man patted the cow's back.

In this family's livelihood, he and Niu are their best partners!

The old man raised his chin and said, "If you want to come up, hurry up, if you miss it, there will be no next trip."

After saying that, Shu Yao first got on the ox cart, and the others followed closely behind. Ji Siyuan endured the odor emitted by the ox and got on the cart.

Perhaps because of the mountain road, the balance of the ox cart is not as good as a small cart, and it is bumpy all the way.

Finally, we arrived at the so-called market in a staggering manner.

Du Zhuoyu jumped out of the car as fast as possible and vomited into the open space beside him.

Shu Yao followed him off the ox cart. Although he was different from Du Zhuoyu, his face turned a little pale.

Along the way, it was even more terrible than motion sickness.

Other people's situation is not much better than Shu Yao.

When everyone recovered, the old man had already left silently.

Shu Yao and everyone looked at the place called the market in front of him.

The market is crowded with people, and the structure is somewhat like a food street layout. One is sold as one goes down.

But it is different from the food streets with fixed stalls, most of the vendors here are middle-aged and elderly people.

They also sell a wide range of things, but most of them carry a simple piece of cloth on the ground and place what they want to sell on it.

It is simple and clear, allowing customers in need to see it the most intuitively.

The afternoon sun was the most vicious. They came here day after day in the scorching sun for their livelihood.

The idle stalls in the market were uneven, and everyone scattered to different places to start their own stall setting journey.

Shu Yao walked to an empty stall next to an old man and learned to spread the white cloth on the ground in a good manner.

Place the large bag of watermelons in an orderly manner on the white cloth.

After a while, Shu Yao felt someone coming from the place next to him.

When she turned around, Du Zhuoyu's familiar face appeared in front of her.

Du Zhuoyu grinned, revealing his eight white teeth, and was still embarrassed: "There are too many people over there."

He just competed with them for position in the direction of crowds.

Unexpectedly, everyone usually looks gentle and runs faster than him when they arrive at the stall.

He had nowhere to grab a single position and had to come here to get along with Shu Yao.

At least there is an acquaintance next to it.

Shu Yao looked at the place with a lot of people.

Fortunately, she didn't think about robbing it.

Du Zhuoyu took a short rest and started setting up his stall.

Shu Yao likes to watch others work while having nothing to do, so her vision gradually shifts to Du Zhuoyu beside her.

When the village Zhuoyu got everything done, it was almost time to release the goods, Shu Yao had a hint of curiosity in his exploration.

“What are you selling?”

Du Zhuozi untied the sack of the goods in his hand, while turning his head and showing a mysterious expression: "Wait, my products are absolutely amazing!"

What he said suddenly aroused Shu Cha's curiosity.

Just as Shu Yao was waiting, Du Zhuoyu reached into the sack and slowly retreated.

"Look!" Du Zhuoyu raised the product in his hand to Shuzhe.

Shu Yao was so scared that she stepped back.

Du Zhuoyu was holding a medium-sized Ultraman in his hand.

Shu Yao: "..."

I didn't know what to say for a moment.

But Du Zhuoyu even looked proud, "How is it, is it cool?"

Shu Yao nodded a little against his will.

The watermelon in her arms was silently tightened, but her watermelon was more practical, after all, it was still edible.

"That's my light!" When he saw a lot of Ultraman, he took it all without hesitation.

Shu Yao looked at Du Zhuoyu and couldn't help but sigh:

Wow~

He is selling his light.

After a while, Shu Cha couldn't help but be curious and asked sincerely:

"If you do this, won't your light scold you?"

"No, I will know that I am making reasonable use of it and giving full play to its value."

"Well..." Shu Yao nodded, "It makes sense."

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It took almost an hour to come to this market.

Shu Cha and Du Zhuoyu each sat on a small stool lent to them by the old man at the stall next to him.

Shu Yao gave the old man two watermelons, while Du Zhuoyu gave him three beams of light.

Although it sweats hard, it is quite pleasant.

Shu Cha and Du Zhuoyu stay together, and they can chat and relieve their boredom when they are bored.

Unintentionally, Shu Yao glanced at the old man's stall next to him with a knife.

A sudden light appeared in my mind.

He stopped chatting with Du Zhuoyu and moved the small wooden chair to approach the old man.

With some restraint, he shouted, "Grandpa."

"Ah?" The old man couldn't hear clearly, and he tried to hear clearly when he looked at Shu Yao's side.

Shu Yao raised the volume this time, "Grandpa, can you lend this knife?"

As he said that, his hand pointed at the position where the knife was placed next to the old man for the old man to see.

Although he still didn't hear what Shu Yao said, he probably understood when he saw the direction of Shu Fen's fingers.

So he picked up the knife and handed it to Shu Yao, "Dao Duoli, be careful of your hands."

Shu Yao responded with a smile "Thank you grandpa!"

Du Zhuoyu, who was sitting beside him, came over and asked strangely: "What are you doing for a knife?"

"It's useful." Shu Yao didn't explain much, his eyes kept scanning the watermelon on his stall.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and he stretched out his hand and picked up a watermelon.

He raised his knife and cut it down at the watermelon without any skill.

In a blink of an eye, the watermelon was divided into two halves.

Within two minutes, Shu Yao cut the watermelon into small pieces.

Send watermelons one by one to the people around you.

Shu Yao and Du Zhuoyu's small stools were next to each other, holding a piece of watermelon in their hands, and watching the abortions while gnawing.

Du Zhuoyu took another bite of the watermelon, and his eyes kept flowing with the people, "What should I do if you don't have enough to sell after eating it?"

Shu Yao threw the watermelon peel into the garbage, and in a moment another watermelon was added in his hand, "Do you think anyone buy it?"

Du Zhuoyu paused slightly when eating watermelons, and glanced at the leftover watermelon peel beside them.

There are as many watermelons as you come, and now there are as many watermelons as you like.

The quantity remains unchanged, only the watermelon is left with the skin.

Only then did Du Danyu realize that neither of them sold one of the stalls.

Instead, my stomach is full.

When he came to his senses, Du Zhuoyu saw Shu Yao open a watermelon again.

Du Zhuoyu's eyes lit up.

The newly opened watermelon is more plump and juicy than the one just now.

Thinking of this, Du Zhuoyu's movements were one step faster than his brain.

I took the watermelon and ate it.
Chapter completed!