Although the air in this place is not very smelly and the rotten smell is getting worse and worse, looking at the illusion around and listening to the noise in my ears, there is still a rare tranquility deep in my heart.

Perhaps for most people born in the 1980s and 1990s, the environment here is more like the hometown of memory childhood.

Next to the road, there was a storyteller wearing a Confucian shirt. He was not old and looked weaker. He might not have enough food all year round, so his complexion turned yellow. He held two bamboo slices in his hand. When he was orgasm, he put the two bamboo slices together and touched them. He picked up the kettle beside him and took a sip. Then he continued talking non-hustle, which was awesome.

What Mr. Storyteller is now talking about a fox demon in love with a hunter. From the perspective of high singing, the story is old-fashioned, the core idea is outdated, and there are two things that are not good at. But even so, the people who hear Storyteller applaud it, but most of them are children or elderly people. Most of the real young and middle-aged people are busy living, and women also have to take care of the housework. They have little leisure to come over to hear Storyteller say a few words.

It is precisely because of this that there are very few copper coins that fall into the small bowl in front of Mr. Storyteller.

So, in any era, you need to remember one thing when doing business, that is, you have to grasp the main customer group. If it is placed outside, children's money is still easy to make, but this place will definitely not work, and rouge is not easy to sell. Maybe the clothes for cold weather are slightly better, or they may sell some sharp axes... Well, Gao Ge suddenly woke up and felt that his thoughts were a bit crooked. I'm not thinking about business practices here...

At this moment, behind Gao Ge and others, the sound of horse hooves came again.

The three of them subconsciously stopped and turned around and looked behind them. The children who were still listening to books also jumped up and went to join in the fun.

The storyteller saw it and shook his head helplessly. It is not surprising that children are like this. When they are interested in something, they will be fully focused. However, once something more interesting comes, they can quickly attract their attention. Perhaps the storyteller is accustomed to such things.

However, the old people were still sitting in the chairs and couldn't move, but they were half missing. The storyteller didn't continue talking, but just cleared his throat and shouted: "I know what happened next, let's listen to the next breakdown!" Then he got it done, and was so angry that he was so angry.

Song scolded the dog to death.

The storyteller simply cleaned up the guy's business, hung a small wooden box diagonally, and followed the children toward the outsiders.

The old people still didn't move at all, but they stretched their necks and looked around. Gao Ge could see that, in fact, they were not without curiosity, but the conditions did not allow it.

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

The man at the front was wearing a black mink coat. He was a rough man, and he was about forty years old. He had a beard on his face and a wide-backed sword hung around his waist. He was burly and had a big waist and a round waist.

Some children were far away, and seemed to be worried that they would be killed by the other party when they got closer.

Although the other people looked young, they all had murderous aura on their faces, with round eyes and stools, like glaring at the sight of the King Kong. You can tell at a glance that they were full of evil spirits that they had learned from the world.

Several women hurriedly grabbed their children, fearing that they would hit these people and cause death.

Soon, two young men came over, supporting an old man. The old man looked only in his sixties and was in good spirits.

The people on both sides could understand the words, and they were a little like the direction of the mountain stream now. However, the caravans who came here were talking a little bit like Jiangnan. Gao Ge didn't think about going up to recognize his fellow villagers, and these people didn't know him anyway.

From the conversation, Gao Ge learned that the old man was the village chief of this village, and the men who came here were indeed a caravan. They went here to rest here, hoping to stay and promised to give money. The village chief thought about it and took the lead to agreeing, and the villagers had no objection. After all, the geographical location was not good, and they were busy all year round, and they could not make much money. Now they finally had the opportunity to generate income. If they refused, they would be ill. What's more, this caravan was a generous move, and they could only speak one tael of silver and one family. You know, one tael of silver is the money that a farmer has been busy for a year, and its purchasing power is amazing! Hearing this, the villagers' eyes were red, and they all shouted at the top of their throats that they had free rooms at home.

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

"There's a problem." Seeing this, Gao Ge suddenly felt like

He said in a deep voice.

"What's the problem?" Fairy Rose asked subconsciously.

Zhou Ju, who was standing beside him, was also startled by Gao Ge's reaction and his eyes immediately casted over.

Gao Ge snorted coldly and said, "When they moved in, they didn't take out their ID card! This is obviously an illegal act!"

Fairy Rose: "..."

Zhou Ju: “…”

Gao Ge laughed and said, "I'm just looking at you being a little nervous. I'll help you adjust your emotions. Are you better?"

"I was not nervous at first, but now I'm a little nervous." Fairy Rose said with a wry smile.

Gao Ge was happy and walked a few steps forward, trying to jump into the carriage, his body passed through the curtain, and he came back soon.

Zhou Ju leaned over and asked, "What are you looking at?"

"I want to see what their goods are." Gao Ge said.

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

"What you said makes sense." Gao Ge nodded.

Zhou Ju was delighted and asked quickly: "Why am I right?"

"How do I know?" Gao Ge rolled his eyes.

"What does it mean?"

"There are several boxes inside, but I couldn't open the box, so I reached out and passed it over." Gao Ge said helplessly.

"..." Zhou Ju looked angry and felt that Gao Ge was teasing him.

Fairy Rose was not surprised, nodded and thoughtfully said: "Because we are spectators here, it is impossible for these people to discover us. If we open the box, they will notice that this is impossible, so it is reasonable to not open the box."

Gao Ge nodded, feeling that Fairy Rose has a relatively strong ability to accept.

Looking at Zhou Ju again, even though Fairy Rose explained, the guy still looked confused. Gao Ge sighed in his heart, feeling that he shouldn't have any illusions about his IQ.
Chapter completed!