Walking to the place where he used to set up a stall, Rance set up a small bag of precious seasonings, then sat next to him, lowering his head like the merchants around him.

Although I knew that there were unlikely customers, because a batch of goods had just been purchased before the war, Rance almost spent all his money.

This forced Rance to come out, otherwise, once the family spent all their money, the family would likely fall into a bankruptcy crisis.

He looked around and found that although there were fewer familiar faces around him, most of them were there.

"Lens, you're out too."

A few greetings sounded, making Rance feel a little warm.

With a wry smile, he answered, "There is no way. If you don't come out, the whole family will starve to death."

"It's useless when you come out. Not many people dare to come out to buy things..."

Shaking his head, Rance didn't say anything, but just pulled the hat down a little.

As the people in the industry said, there are almost no shoppers on the streets except for the occasional half-ogreats passing by, let alone customers who buy things.

Most of the people who appear here are small businessmen.

They are basically like Rance, because all the funds are replaced with goods. Once they are unsold, they will affect the turnover of funds and thus affect the lives of the family.

That's why they had to go out to do business when the situation was not settled, hoping that customers would come to the door.

But in the past few days, there have been very few people buying things. Adventurers, mercenaries, and wealthy businessmen who used to take advantage of the situation all hurriedly huddled at home or in hotels.

When the sun rose and the weather became hot, Rance sighed and leaned against the shadow position of the house to cool himself a little.

After so long, not to mention the customers who came to buy seasonings, there were not even many passersby.

It seems like another day without any gains...

When I went back, I had to go to the market to find Tifflin's guys to buy some water, and the money was getting less and less...

Just as Rance was worried, a short figure suddenly stopped in front of his stall.

He looked up and found that the person came was a very cute little boy with pink and teddy mouth.

The little boy's skin was very fair, and Rance had only seen this complexion in nobles who had never left the house, or had a parasol and a carriage when they went out.

Although her blue hair and face is tender, her handsome and extraordinary prototype can be seen.

But the only drawback is that his right eye had a blindfold, and only his left eye was opened, which should have been blinded.

The robe looks very simple, but it is very clean, and it looks brand new at first glance.

Such a cute child was blind, which made Rance secretly regret him.

After looking around and finding that the adults were not following, Rance couldn't help but feel a little strange. It seemed that this child was only about 10 years old. He had seen such a young child who came out alone, but the child obviously didn't look like a poor child who made a living.

"Oh, these seasonings smell very good."

The little boy picked up a bag of leather, put it on his nose and smelled it, then showed a surprised expression and said, "Isn't this the smell of pepper?"

The leather rope above the leather bag was still tightly tied, but it was just a little smell that it smelled pepper, which surprised Rance. He asked subconsciously: "It's so amazing, can you smell it like this?"

The little boy looked happy and smiled and said, "Ah, my sense of smell is just a little more sensitive than that of ordinary people, uncle."

Influenced by the little boy's smile, Rance also felt a little better. He smiled and said, "This is not a little more sensitive. I have garlic, star anise, cardamom, pepper and other seasonings here. It can smell it in so many flavors, which means you are really amazing."

And it must be very rich, Rance thought.

Being able to smell the pepper means that this little boy often uses this seasoning.

This is not something that ordinary families can enjoy frequently. For ordinary families, every meal with a little salty smell can be considered quite rich.

That is, when you receive distinguished guests or celebrate festivals, you will buy some seasonings to increase the deliciousness of the food by two levels.

The small bag of pepper on the little boy's hand almost represented the same weight of gold coins.

This is a luxury product and a serious high-quality product.

Because of this, Lens has not sold any seasonings in the past few days, and even several formerly fixed high-end hotel buyers have not come to buy them.

"The peppers are very delicious when you get the barbecue. My sister and I like roasted camels the most. With these seasonings, the taste will definitely be better, and she will definitely be very happy."

Listening to the boy's words, Rance smiled: "Young Master, you are such a good brother."

"Of course, my sister is the most cute in the world! Boss, how much does this cost?"

It seems that this young master rarely comes out to buy things. At the beginning, he shows how much he values ​​goods. He clearly has to buy them, and the dominance is completely in my hands.

Lance thought this way and secretly restored the seasonings that he originally wanted to sell at a lower price.

Anyway, I didn't cheat the cute young master. He asked with a smile: "So, Master, let's weigh it. Have you brought Libra?"

The little boy was obviously stunned for a moment. He scratched his head a little confused and asked, "Isn't you selling things, boss? Why do you want me to bring Libra?"

When Rance saw the little boy's ignorant look, he couldn't help but chuckled. He didn't know what was going on with him, and he couldn't help but explain: "That's right, young master, because merchants often tamper with their own scales. If it's this kind of pepper or similar valuables, they only need to change the scale a little bit, and the weights weighed will be very different. Therefore, customers who buy these products will bring their own scales and then both parties will test each other."

The little boy nodded in a clear way, then smiled heartily, threw the pepper bag in his hand, glanced at Rens, and said with a smile: "Oh, I believe in the boss's character. You are such a good person, you will definitely not lie to me, right?"

Rance smiled and took out his own Libra. Of course, this Libra has never been tampered with.

As a businessman, Rance is not a gentleman. Some officials buy seasonings as a means of bribery or those who don’t know the market will use a tampering Libra.

Every businessman has two scales, and they use them separately according to the object.

And this time, he didn't plan to cheat this little customer.
Chapter completed!