Chapter 1337

Although the air in this place doesn't smell very good, and the rotten smell is becoming stronger and stronger, looking at the surrounding dreamland and listening to the noise in my ears, I still have a rare peace in my heart.

Perhaps for most post-80s and post-90s, the environment here is more like the hometown of childhood.

Next to the road, there is a storyteller in a Confucian shirt. He is not very old and his body looks weak. He may not have enough food all year round, so his face turns yellow. He holds two bamboo pieces in his hand. When it comes to the point, he touches the two bamboo pieces together and takes a drink from the kettle on the side. Then he doesn't hurry and goes on, which is enough to satisfy his appetite.

It is said that what Mr. Shu is talking about now is a story of a fox demon falling in love with a hunter. From the perspective of singing, the story is old-fashioned, the core idea is old, and the two points are not good. But even so, the people who heard of the book applaud it, but most of them are children or old people. Most of the real young and middle-aged people are busy living, and women also have to take care of internal affairs, Few people have the leisure to bring a stool. I heard that Mr. Shu said a few words.

Because of this, the copper money in the small bowl in front of the storyteller is also very few.

Therefore, in any era, one thing to remember in doing business is to seize the main customer groups. If it's a modern place outside, children's money is still easy to earn, but this place certainly won't work. Rouge and gouache are not easy to sell. Maybe the clothes to keep out the cold are a little better, or sell some sharp axes... Well, singing suddenly woke up and felt that he had some wrong ideas. I didn't come here to think about business experience

At this time, behind Gao Ge and others, the sound of horse hoofs came again.

The three subconsciously stopped, turned and looked behind them. The children who were still listening to the book jumped up and went to join the fun.

Mr. storyteller can't help shaking his head, but it's not surprising. Children are like this. When they are interested in something, they will concentrate on it. However, once a more interesting thing comes, they can quickly attract their attention. Maybe Mr. storyteller is used to such things.

But the old people sat still in their chairs, but they were less than half of the people. The storyteller didn't go on. He just cleared his throat and shouted, "predict what will happen next, and listen to the next time!" Then he hastily finished the matter and shouted angrily at the dead dog.

The storyteller simply cleaned up the things, hung a small wooden box obliquely, and followed the children towards the outsiders.

Those old people still didn't move, but they also stretched their necks and looked around. Singing can be seen. In fact, they are not without curiosity, but the conditions are not allowed.

When Gao Ge came to the village, he found that a caravan came to the village and glanced at it. There were seven or eight people, two carriages dragging goods, and the rest were several tall horses.

The man in front of him was wearing a black mink coat. He was a rough man. He had to be about 40 years old. He had a beard on his face and a wide back knife hanging from his waist. He was tall, big and round.

Some children are far away. They seem to be worried about whether they will be cut to death by each other if they get close.

The other people, although they looked young, were all murderous. Their eyes were round stools, like angry King Kong. They knew that they were evil spirits trained in the Jianghu.

Several women hurriedly grabbed their children for fear that they might collide with these people and lead to death.

Not long ago, two young people helped an old man to walk. The old man looked like he was only in his sixties and was hale and hearty.

The people on both sides can understand what they say. They say something like the direction of the mountain stream. When the caravan comes here, it means something about the south of the Yangtze River. They sing loudly and don't want to recognize the villagers. Anyway, these people don't know themselves.

From the conversation, Gao Ge learned that the old man was the head of the village, and the men who came here were indeed a caravan. They came here to rest, hoped to stay, and promised to give money. The village head thought about it and wanted to take the lead in agreeing. The villagers had no opinion. After all, the geographical location is not good. They are busy all year round. They can't make much money, Now they have the opportunity to generate income. If they refuse, they will be mentally ill. What's more, this caravan is rich. It is a family with one or two silver coins. You know, one or two silver coins is the money of a farmer's busy life for a year, and its purchasing power is amazing! Hearing this, the villagers' eyes turned red and shouted loudly that there were vacant houses in their homes.

Finally, the village head decided to select several villagers and let them move in with the caravan.

"There's a problem." Seeing this, Gao song suddenly said in a deep voice.

"What's the problem?" Asked the rose fairy subconsciously.

Zhou Ju was also startled by the response of singing, and his eyes immediately turned to him.

Singing coldly, he said, "they didn't take out their ID card when they checked in! This is obviously an illegal act!"

Rose Fairy: "

Zhou Ju: "

Singing and laughing, he said, "I just see that you are a little nervous and help you adjust your mood. Are you better?"

"I wasn't nervous at first, but now I'm a little nervous." The rose fairy said with a bitter smile.

He walked forward a few steps and wanted to jump into the carriage. He walked directly through the curtain and came back soon.

Zhou Ju came up and asked, "what are you looking at?"

"Want to see what their goods are." Sing.

"Did you see that? Isn't it unusual? These people are so generous, and the goods must be unusual."

"You have a point." Sing and nod.

Zhou Ju was delighted and hurriedly asked, "then I'm right?"

"How do I know?" Sing and roll your eyes.

"What do you mean?"

"There were several boxes inside, but I couldn't open the box. I stretched out my hand and passed it." Sing helplessly.

"..." Zhou Ju looked angry and felt that singing was teasing himself.

The rose fairy was not surprised, nodded and thought: "because we came here, we are spectators, so it is impossible for these people to find us. If we open the box, they will notice that this is an impossible situation, so it is reasonable that we can't open the box."

Singing and nodding, I think the acceptance ability of the rose fairy is still relatively strong.

Looking at Zhou Ju, even if the rose fairy explained, the man still looked at a loss. He sighed in his heart and felt that he shouldn't have a fantasy about his IQ.

I'm still immature