The markets are separated by brick walls, and are closed during trading hours.

The mule cart arrived outside Dongshi.

Wang Hanshan said: "I don't know how much the fish costs yet, I have to go find out the price."

Wang Yuan looked at the three people.

Erhu rubbed the back of his head, as if he didn't know how to inquire.

Dahu is also a little timid.

However, Wang Sihai, a village boy, stood up and said, "Leave this matter to me."

After a while, Wang Sihai returned and found out clearly the transaction tax and fish price.

Transaction tax is 1 out of 10.

A pound of small fish costs twenty cents.

About two kilograms of fish costs 30 yuan.

More than three kilograms can be sold for forty coins.

Three to eight pounds can be sold for fifty cents.

More than eight kilograms can be sold for sixty cents.

But these are dead fish. If they were alive, they could be sold for twenty cents more per catty.

The five people drove the mule cart into the East Market, found a stall and started selling.

Before it opened, eight men with fierce eyes and angry voices surrounded the mule cart.

A man with open arms, a tuft of black hair on his chest, and a leopard head with eyes crossed his chest and sneered: "Go to the temple to burn incense, kowtow before the Buddha, and when you come to the East Market, you don't worship the landlord, but you want to sell fish here, who gave it to you?"
Chapter completed!