Huangnigang is a township named after the dike left by the diversion of the Mother River.

There will be a market here every second, fourth and eighth day of the lunar calendar.

October 12th coincides with the big gathering.

On the bumpy provincial road, there are crowds of people and stalls close together.

The sounds of hawking, bargaining, chopping meat, and the sound of bicycle bells can be heard all the time.

Xu Fei, carrying Lao Xu's large military bag, squeezed into the crowd, looking for an open space everywhere.

People coming and going, as long as they knew him, no matter men, women, old or young, stayed away from him.

After the school expelled him because of his mental illness, the incident spread to the countryside. Some said he was possessed by evil spirits, some said he was possessed by spirit-leaving syndrome, and some said he was suffering from rabies...

In short, the more rumors spread, the more outrageous it becomes.

When Xu Fei faced everyone's reaction, he seemed not to care, but secretly speeded up his steps.

Unfortunately, the electricity meter burned out during the production of tin frogs, so I paid an electrician to replace it. It took three hours. Now at 11 a.m., the place where I can set up a stall has already been occupied.

Xu Fei searched to no avail, so he turned around and walked back, arriving at the entrance of the market again.

Looking around, his eyes soon brightened and he walked towards a fortune teller.

The other party was wrapped in a worn navy blue monk's robe and had a five-finger-long goatee. The old god was sitting there, and he looked like an immortal.

This is a half-blind man from the next village.

When he was young, he worked as a monk, but later the temple collapsed and he changed his place to become a Taoist priest.

A few years ago, for some unknown reason, I came out to promote the gospel, raised funds and donations from everywhere, and said I wanted to build a church.

But not long after, the fake godfather ran away with the money, and Lao Huang owed a debt of conscience.

In order to pay back the money, this guy took out his old rags and set up a stall on the street, pretending to be a blind man and pretending to be a great immortal, hoping to swindle two people out of money.

Before Xu Fei's grandfather died of illness, he showed his grandson a face. He told him that he was rich and noble, and that the God of Wealth was destined to come to earth. Grandpa was so happy that he happily gave him twenty yuan of fortune gold.

But look at us now, not only have we dropped out of school, but we are also regarded as crazy...

The more Xu Fei thought about it, the more uncomfortable he became. He stood in front of the stall and said nothing, just staring at the other person.

At the same time, I thought to myself:

'At this moment, a recognized mental patient in Huangnigang is staring at you expressionlessly.'

Huang, who is half-blind, wears brown sunglasses and sits steadily on his ponytail.

'The psychopath saw you didn't respond, so he bent down and picked up a brick.'

The yellow half-blind face trembled.

‘The psychopath lifts a brick and aims it at your head.’

The half-blind man's Adam's apple was rising and falling, and he couldn't help but move his butt to the left, and pulled the stall smoothly to clear a one-meter-square space.

Xu Fei snorted coldly, walked forward with satisfaction, and spread out the patched bag.

Then he took out seven or eight brand new tin-covered jumping frogs from Lao Xu's military bag.

This thing is already an outdated toy in the city.

In rural areas, the price is two yuan and a half, the older children are unwilling to play, and the parents of the children rarely buy, which results in the canteen not buying much.

But people are looking for cheap in everything they buy.

so.

Xu Fei picked up a piece of plywood he collected from home, wrote one yuan a piece on a piece of lime, and then squatted on the curb, waiting for customers to come to the door.

Huang Banblind sat nearby and peeked for a long time, and couldn't help but said:

"Xu boy, you have to shout. How can we do business without shouting?"

"As long as you put aside your face and open your mouth, you will be familiar with it once, familiarly with it the second time, and familiar with it three times, and maybe you can even make up a few jingles."

"How about you give me five dollars and I'll teach you?"

"By the way, which toy factory did you get the goods from and sell them so cheaply?"

"Son, listen to me and check the bottom price quickly. Don't sell it at a loss!"

I don’t know if this guy didn’t open up, because he held it in for too long, or because he just talked too much.

There was a lot of chatter in Luo Liba, and he talked non-stop.

Xu Fei couldn't bear it anymore and slowly turned his head.

'At this moment, a recognized mental patient in Huangnigang is looking at you with a fierce face.'

Huang Banblind: "..."

'Looking at what the mentally ill person means, it seems that he wants you to make a fool of yourself.'

Huang Banblind: "..."

"Seeing that you were indifferent, the mentally ill patient took out a screwdriver from his trouser pocket..."

Huang Banblind jumped up as if his butt was on fire, ready to close the stall and run away. When he lowered his head, he saw someone grabbing the Gua stall and taking away his family's ancestral brass mirror.

The half-blind Huang looked at the people coming and going with a tangled expression.

Cough...

"Sell, sell, the Southern Toy Factory has closed down and is selling a batch of new toys for only one yuan each!"

"One dollar, one dollar, you can't buy it and suffer a loss, you can't buy it and you can't be fooled!"

"Everyone, come on, the iron frog, the iron frog, it's fun and sturdy, looks good and can jump around!"

"Hey, little guy, look here, croak!"

Xu Fei was stunned for a moment as he saw the half-blind Huang enter the state instantly.

Is this the sales elite described in the book?

Then quietly take two steps back to make room for the other person.

Not to mention, this generous old guy does have some skills.

In just a few moments, seven or eight children were coaxed, and even two teenagers who wanted to buy it but whose parents were reluctant to pay for it were even coveted.

Not long after.

Huang Ban took a break while busy and secretly glanced back. He happened to see Xu Fei holding a demon mirror in his left hand and a screwdriver in his right hand. He was staring at his lower back, subconsciously shrinking his neck and shouting at the top of his lungs again.

"Look at this cute little frog. It can jump high and far. If you take it back, it will not only look after your home, but it can also be a housekeeper..."

"Do you know what it was called in ancient times? It was called the Golden Toad!"

"What? Cheaper? I, Huang Banxian, have blessed this with my own hands!"

"A thousand years of waiting..."

Before I knew it, it was already noon.

The news about Huang Banblind going crazy spread throughout the market.

More and more folks gathered in front of the stall.

Xu Fei took the time to count the sales.

Each piece of tin frog weighs 45g, which is not heavy but takes up a lot of space.

Lao Xu's military bag can hold up to two hundred items.

In just half an hour, Huang Banblind sold most of them for him.

Look at this trend…

"I want to post it together!"

Xu Fei took a look in the demon mirror, turned around and ran home, and packed five hundred pieces in two yellow woven bags with Stanley Compound Fertilizer written on them.

Waiting to rush back to the market entrance again.

There is very little inventory left on the stall.

The number of customers rushing to buy has not only not decreased, but is like watching a big show. Looking around, they are all squeezing forward.

You can even see several small shop owners in the countryside holding cardboard boxes in their hands, seemingly planning to wholesale.

On the other hand, Huang is half-blind.

This guy was so addicted to selling things that he didn't realize he had left at all. When he saw the yellow woven bag, he opened it very naturally, reached down with both hands, and took out a dozen tin frogs.

There is a Buddhist verse on the left, a Taoist scripture on the right, and occasionally a few foreign words.

Everyone didn’t understand, but they were very enthusiastic and even received loud applause.

Xu Fei stood behind and watched for a long time. Seeing that nothing happened to him, he walked to the bun shop next to him and bought fifteen small buns for three yuan and two bowls of millet porridge to take away.

People are like iron, and food is like steel. If you don't eat one meal, you will feel hungry.
To be continued...