MTL - Cultivation of Immortals Begins with Drilling Wood To Make Fire-Chapter 484 【Be the one to be picked up】

  Chapter 484 [To be the one who is picked up]

   "Selling melons, fresh melons are absolutely cool and comfortable to eat!"

  On the street illuminated by the blazing sun, a farmer passed by pushing a wheelbarrow, shouting as he walked.

  The wheelbarrow creaked, and it was full of melons, each of which was the size of two fists. The skin was light green with some fluffy hairs, and it was round and very attractive.

  The farmer’s voice is very loud, and he is not afraid of disturbing people taking a nap in the two houses.

   "How do you sell melons? Are you sure the melons are ripe?" When the wheelbarrow passed by the big tree, Fang Chang stopped the farmer pushing the wheelbarrow and asked.

"Guest officer want to eat melon? Absolutely keep it ripe, all sweet and crispy, it is a good time to eat melon. If there is a well in the yard, soaking in the well will be more refreshing and relieve the heat. The farmer was very happy when he saw the business coming to his door. He put the wheelbarrow beside him and boasted to Fang Chang, "Come and buy a few. It's worth every penny and a catty."

  Fang Chang nodded and walked forward.

  He who just dissuaded others from "buying food for less than worth it" is now happily spending the money he just earned buying food.

  Carefully selected five round melons and handed them to the farmer. The farmer carefully pulled out the scale, put the melons on the scale pan, and then lifted the rope with one hand and pushed the weight out with the other. He is very sincere, and the scale is lifted high: "Four coins, guest officer."

   "Okay." Fang Chang nodded, counted out four copper coins and handed them to the farmer.

"Please take it easy, guest officer." The farmer put the money in his pocket and said happily, then he held the handlebar of the wheelbarrow with both hands, stretched his arms and exerted a little force, the two poles of the wheelbarrow left the ground, and then the wheel axle moved again. There was a creaking sound.

   "Sell melons, fresh melons! It's absolutely cool and comfortable to eat..." the farmer yelled again and walked away.

  Fang Chang walked back to the side of the stall, threw a melon to the stall owner who was selling porcelain pots, then wiped the skin of the melon with his hands, and opened his mouth to bite. The sound of the teeth breaking the skin of the melon was very clear, and immediately the juice gushed out. The flesh of the melon was white with a greenish color, and the flesh of the melon was bright orange.

  The taste is very refreshing, but not very sweet, just like the farmer said, it is just "sweet".

  The owner of the stall selling porcelain pots next to Fang Chang saw a melon thrown by Fang Chang, and as soon as he caught it with both hands, he took the flying melon into his hands. He said "Thank you, brother" generously, and quickly started to eat it. On a steaming noon, eat a refreshing melon, and you can feel the pores on your body stretch.

  From the afternoon until Shen time, more people passed by here.

   Seeing that Fang Chang’s items are cheap here, although many items have traces of use, those who really need them will only be secretly happy.

  Of course, it is still necessary to be picky verbally and try our best to suppress the price.

  The most popular ones are the tools that Fang Chang eliminated, as well as those irregularly shaped glassware. Especially those few glassware, the selling price is very cheap, so most of them are bought by people who come to the booth next to them to buy porcelain pots, and they buy a glass container to take home.

  In the evening, a frail young man passed by. Seeing that Chang Fang had books here, he came over and knelt down to read them one by one.

  The dozen or so old books on Fang Chang’s stall come from a variety of sources and types, not just casual books.

  There are local legends and monsters, study notes, novels and jokes.

   After looking at it, he was not very satisfied. The young man saw the stack of papers on the booth again. He moved up to touch the paper, and was satisfied, so he raised his head and asked Fang Chang:

   "How do you sell this paper?"

   "For this stack... you can give me ten cents." Fang Chang said.

  It is a little cheaper than ordinary paper. After all, this is Fang Chang’s homemade paper. His craftsmanship is not as good as that of the paper craftsman who has made a living from it for many years. Naturally, the quality of the paper produced is lower. Moreover, the shape and size of this stack of paper are not standard, and the thickness is not enough, only about half of a knife's worth of paper.

  The boy paid the money happily and took the paper in his hand, but he still flipped through the old books, with hesitation on his face. It seemed that the young man in costume was from a well-to-do family, so after a while, he finally chose two old books, asked Fang Chang about the price and bought them.

  The weather is very cool at the moment, and two people are also checking at the Fangchang booth, and someone is passing by, chatting with a dustpan. There are also two people at the stall selling porcelain pots next to them. They are tapping the bottom of each pot with their fingers, as if they are selecting the products with the most compact and well-proportioned texture.

  The boy looked around, and suddenly noticed the two stones on Fang Chang's booth.

He was a little curious about the two stones. After all, the two stones were placed in the middle, and they didn't seem to be used to hold down the spread, so the boy asked curiously: "What are the two stones for? Is it for sale?"

  Fang Chang looked at the top of his head and said with a smile:

   "Well, of course it's for sale here, seventy yuan a piece, they are waiting for someone who is destined here."

   "Hiss! The stones are so expensive?!" The young man took a breath, as if he was surprised by the real selling price of the two ordinary-looking stones: "Fateful person? Are you and me?"

   "No, no, no, it's just that the people who are destined for this stone, who are interested in it and are willing to pay for it, are naturally destined for them."

  Fang Chang smiled and said, "There are rough jade inside."

  The people next to him heard the conversation, they were curious and gathered around to see how the boy responded.

Two other people also looked at the stones on the stall curiously, Fang Chang said: "There is uncut jade in it? No matter how you look at it, you can't tell it, do you dare to guarantee the ticket?" Fang Chang kept silent and just smiled He looked at the boy standing there, frowning and staring at the two stones.

   The person who asked the question saw that Fang Chang didn't speak a word, and he was very victorious, so he stepped forward and touched the two stones, and walked aside with two hehes, as if he had already found out that there was nothing inside the two stones.

  The young man hesitated again, he finally opened his purse painfully, and took out a string of money. The boy carefully counted one hundred and forty, and then reluctantly handed them over.

   "Ning Wazi, why are you buying this, be careful not to be fooled." Some neighbors dissuaded him, but they were very enthusiastic and they were not afraid of offending Fang Chang.

   There are also people who are just watching the excitement and having fun, biting each other's ears and whispering, "If you have too much money, you will burn it", "Maybe it's childcare", and so on.

   "Are you sure you want to buy it?" Fang Chang said with a smile.

   "Yes." The young man became firm at this time, "I claim to be very accurate at judging people, so I don't think you will lie to me. In addition, I am really curious and want to see it, so I will buy it later."

   "Okay." Fang Chang nodded, then took the money, and handed two stones to the young man, "Find a jewelry store and be careful to open it, or you can take this file from my stall, it's a gift."

  (end of this chapter)