Shuntian Prefecture South Street.
The crowd was bustling with activity, and the carriages and horses were flowing endlessly.
The stalls and shops on both sides of the street were blooming.
Shouts and bargaining sounds mixed together.
It was a prosperous scene.
The shops in the market made money.
Naturally, there were good and bad, high and low.
The first stall at the street entrance was naturally a good seat.
One day here was better than three days in other places.
If it was a celebration, the effect would be more than three times better.
Therefore, it was indisputable…
This place had long been in high demand in the eyes of the south street vendors.
South Street had rules.
Apart from the shops that were bought as private property, the shops would be auctioned once every six months.
The stalls were not private property and were auctioned once every seven days.
Anyone who comes can bid, and the highest bidder wins.
If one wanted to get the best stalls and shops, they had to pay a corresponding high price.
Therefore, every auction would go through competition from many parties.
Only then would the results appear.
It had only been seven days.
Even if it was a celebration, there was a limit to the profits.
The shrewd peddlers calculated a top price.
If the price was higher than this, it would be a loss. Whoever bought it would be a fool.
Moreover, not everyone could take pictures of it.
He had to have a connection and a nepotism.
Some relatives and friends were working inside.
Only then could he take down this fragrant cake.
However, on the first seven days of each month.
The vendors would consciously not participate in the auction.
Because this day was taken over by a big shot in the palace.
Any vendor who dared to bid would suffer retribution.
There was once someone who was bold enough to snatch it.
That night, he was beaten up by someone outside Shuntian Prefecture City.
The next day, he was found in the pigsty.
He was already unconscious, covered in pig dung and smelly.
With this lesson, the hawkers naturally did not dare to violate the ban.
However, this happened yesterday, the first seven days of the month.
However, something strange happened.
Not only did someone snatch the stall of that big shot in the palace.
The bid was twice the top price.
Wasn't he just full?
Doing such a stupid thing that would offend people without earning money.
The hawkers were curious.
Who was it?
It was such a big idiot.
At the entrance of South Street.
The hawkers had gathered early.
There were about 40 to 50 people.
He was not in a hurry to do business.
They found a good spot.
He was prepared to watch a good show.
The big shot in the palace would definitely not let this fool off.
It was just morning.
Everyone saw a shifty-eyed old man pushing a cart over.
It stopped at the first stall.
Everyone saw this person.
Not only were they not surprised, but they were all laughing out loud.
It wasn't that they didn't recognize this person.
It was because everyone knew this person-Zhao Laosan.
"Zhao Laosan."
"Why don't you be a good gambler?"
"How…did you become better?"
"Learn to do business?"
"Or are you out of money?"
Zhao Laosan was dressed in cotton clothes and was covered in cheap items.
Hearing everyone talking about him.
He glared at the surrounding hawkers with his hands on his waist.
"What's wrong?"
"I, Zhao Laosan, can't do business?”
"You guys will be so envious of me today."
"Watch me get rich."
He held his head high and puffed out his chest as he slammed the table in front of him.
Others did not know what was in this stall.
He was very clear.
This thing could definitely sold well.
He had personally verified that the little white ball inside was a real treasure.
Moreover, he wouldn't dare to lie to her.
This thing would definitely sold well today.
The peddlers burst into laughter, amused by Zhao Laosan's appearance.
"Hahahaha…"
"You? You even made us envious?"
Not only did they not believe that Zhao Laosan could make money, but they also felt that he had no copper coins left. They had no choice but to come and learn from him to do business.
A voice came from outside the crowd.
"Move aside!"
"Get out of my way."
"The Embroidered Uniform Guards are doing business."
The peddlers knew that the lord had sent someone over.
Someone who knew Zhao Laosan reminded him.
"Get out of the way. You just arrived and don't know the rules.”
"This stall has an owner."
"There will be a good show here later.”
"Don't just stand there like a fool."
The hawkers didn't think that Zhao Laosan was rich, let alone that he had bought the stall at double the " top price."
Zhao Laosan was not happy and set up his stall in a square shape.
"I bought this stall. How can it be taken?”
The peddlers were all shocked.
"You have the money to buy this stall!"
"Aiyo! The sun was rising from the west-it was strange.”
Zhao Laosan placed his hands on his waist and raised his head, his brows filled with pride.
He muttered in his heart.
In order to raise this sum of money, he had already pawned the old mansion.
A dozen Embroidered Uniform Guards pushed through the crowd and walked forward.
They glanced at Zhao Laosan at the stall.
"Are you the owner of this stall?"
Zhao Laosan felt that the situation was not right, but he still replied.
"Yes, I am the owner of this stall."
The Embroidered Uniform Guards who spoke waved their hands. The Embroidered Uniform Guards on both sides stepped forward and arrested Zhao Laosan.
"How dare you be a profiteer. I suspect that you are selling prohibited items.”
Zhao Laosan was shocked.
He had come here today to make a fortune, but he had never thought that he would be caught and thrown into the imperial prison.
No one had ever been able to come out of the Imperial Jail of the Brocade Guard in one piece.
"We caught the wrong person!"
"You've caught the wrong person!"
"I'm just running a small business.”
The leader of the Brocade Guard ignored Zhao Laosan.
He stepped back and made a path.
A delicate and pretty person walked out.
Although this person was dressed in men's clothing, his brows were filled with feminine charm.
It was obviously a woman dressed as a man.
"Big Sister Xiaonu, we've already caught the person.”
"How should we deal with this?"
The woman glanced at Zhao Laosan and nodded.
"This person has shifty eyes and is definitely not a good person.”
"According to what the princess wants…beat him up and throw him into the pigsty outside the city.”
"Oh right, remember to roll a circle of pig shit.”
"This is the consequence of offending the princess.”
When Zhao Laosan heard this, he wanted to beat him up and roll pig dung in the pigsty.
He panicked and called for help outside the city gate.
"Right and wrong!"
"This is all his idea. I was forced to do this.”
As for an old hooligan like Zhao Laosan, if he could get away with it…
He could do anything.
When the peddlers heard this, their doubts were relieved.
As expected, Zhao Laosan had someone backing him up.
How could he buy a stall?
No, no, no.
How could he know how to do business?
Everyone looked outside the city gate.
He wanted to take a look.
Who was it?
The princess, the maid, Xiaonu, and the Brocade Guards all looked at the entrance of the market.
"The person who came must be the accomplice of this shifty-eyed man.”
"He probably isn't a good person either."
"When that person appears later, go and arrest him.”
The Embroidered Uniform Guards cupped their fists.
"Yes, Big Sister Xiaonu."
A hundred people looked at the entrance of the market.
He was waiting for this person to appear.
A moment later.
A man's indifferent voice came from the entrance of the city.
"What is it?"
The person who appeared at the city entrance was Cheng Fei himself.
Everyone saw that he had a delicate appearance, a head of messy shoulder-length curly hair, and was wearing a yellow-green cotton robe. There was a heroic spirit between his brows, and there was no trace of foolishness.
He was a completely different person from half a month ago.
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