After going on a variety show with the paranoid boss, I became popular by showing off

Chapter 10 He's Selling Out

Seeing Ji Siyuan's exaggerated appearance, the uncle was a little unhappy.

"Why, you don't want to take a ride?" The uncle's eyes were serious, as if Ji Siyuan would immediately yell at him if he dared to say something that disliked his car.

Ji Siyuan saw that the old man's expression was wrong, and thinking that the variety show was being broadcast live, she suppressed the dislike in her heart, smiled slyly, "No, no."
The uncle snorted softly, then jumped onto the board and sat next to the cow.

Turning his head to meet Shu Yao's eyes, his tone was a little proud: "Don't think my car is a little old, but I usually rely on it to sell things in the market!"

After finishing speaking, the uncle patted the back of the cow.
In the livelihood of this family, he and the cow are the best partners!
The uncle raised his chin, "Hurry up if you want to come up, if you miss it, there will be no next trip."
After finishing speaking, Shu Yao stepped into the bullock cart first, and the others followed closely behind. Ji Siyuan endured the stench from the bullock and got into the cart anyway.

Perhaps it was because of the mountain road. The balance of the bullock cart is not like that of a small cart, so it bumps along the way.
Finally arrived at the so-called bazaar in a staggering state.
Du Zhuoyu jumped out of the car as fast as he could, and threw up in the open space beside him.
Shu Yao got out of the bullock cart immediately, although he was different from Du Zhuoyu, but his face was also a little pale.
All the way down, this is more terrible than motion sickness.
The situation of the others is not much better than Shu Yao.
When everyone recovered, the old man had already left silently.
Together with everyone, Shu Yao looked at the place called the market in front of him.
There are people coming and going in the market, and the structure is a bit like the layout of a food street. There are vendors all the way down.
But it is different from the food street where there are fixed stalls all over the street. Most of the vendors here are middle-aged and elderly people.

They also sell a variety of things, but most of them take a simple piece of cloth and spread it on the ground, and put the things they want to sell on it.
Simple and clear, let customers in need see it most intuitively.

The afternoon sun was the most venomous. They braved the scorching sun and came here day after day for their own livelihood.

The vacant stalls in the market are uneven, and everyone scattered to different places to start their own journey of setting up stalls.
Shu Yao walked to the empty booth next to an old man, and learned how to spread the white cloth on the ground.
Put the big bag of watermelons on the white cloth in an orderly manner.

After a while, Shu Yao felt someone coming from the seat next to him.
Turning her head, Du Zhuoyu's familiar face came into view.
Du Zhuoyu grinned, showing his eight white teeth, still a little embarrassed: "There are too many people over there."
He just competed with them for a position in the crowded direction.
Unexpectedly, everyone usually looks polite, but when it comes to grabbing a booth, they run faster than him.

He didn't get a single position, so he had to come here to join forces with Shu Yao.

At least there is an acquaintance next to him.
Shu Yao glanced at the place with more traffic.
Fortunately, she didn't want to grab it.
Du Zhuoyu took a short break before setting up his booth.
Shu Yao likes to watch others work when he has nothing to do, so his gaze gradually shifts to Du Zhuoyu who is beside him.
When Cun Zhuoyu finished everything and was about to release the merchandise, Shu Yao explored with a hint of curiosity.
"What are you selling?"
Du Zhuozi untied the sack containing the goods in his hand, and turned his head with a mysterious expression: "Wait, my products are absolutely amazing!"
What he said immediately aroused Shucha's curiosity.
While Shu Yao was waiting, Du Zhuoyu slowly withdrew his hand that had been put into the sack.
"Look!" Du Zhuoyu raised the goods in his hand to Shu Zhe.
Shu Yao was so frightened that he backed away.

I saw Du Zhuoyu holding a medium-sized Ultraman in his hand.

Shu Yao: "..."

I didn't know what to say for a while.

But Du Zhuoyu still had a smug expression, "How about it, isn't it cool?!"
Shu Yao nodded against his will.

Silently tightening the watermelon in her arms, her watermelon is more practical, after all, it can still be eaten.
"That's my light!" When he saw a lot of Ultraman, he took them all without hesitation.

Shu Yao looked at Du Zhuoyu and couldn't help feeling:
wow~
He is selling his light.
After a while, Shucha couldn't help being curious, and asked sincerely:
"You are like this, won't your light scold you?"
"No, the light will know that I am making reasonable use of it and giving full play to its value."
"Hmm..." Shu Yao nodded, "It makes sense."
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It takes about an hour to come to this market.
Shu Cha and Du Zhuoyu each sat on a small bench lent to them by an old man in the booth next to them.

Shu Yao gave the old man two watermelons in return, and Du Zhuoyu gave him three beams of light in return.
Although it was hot and sweaty, it was quite comfortable.
Shucha and Du Zhuoyu stayed together, and when they were bored, they could chat to relieve boredom.
Inadvertently, Shu Yao glanced at a knife on the old man's booth next to him.
A flash of light came to my mind.
After cutting off the chat with Du Zhuoyu, he moved the small wooden chair and approached the old man.
With some restraint, he called out, "Grandpa."
"Ah?" The old man was a little hard of hearing, and tried to hear clearly from Shu Yao's side.
Shu Yao raised his voice this time, "Grandpa, can I lend you this knife?"

As he spoke, he pointed to the place where the knife was placed next to the old man for the old man to see.
Although he still couldn't hear what Shu Yao said clearly, but he saw the direction of Shu Fen's finger, and he probably understood it.
So he picked up the knife and handed it to Shu Yao, "Dao Duoli, be careful."
Shu Yao responded with a smile, "Thank you, Grandpa!"

Du Zhuoyu who was sitting on the side came over and asked strangely: "What do you want a knife for?"

"It works." Shu Yao didn't explain much, and kept scanning the watermelon on his booth.

Narrowing his eyes slightly, he stretched out his hand slightly forward and picked up a watermelon.

He raised the knife and sliced ​​towards the watermelon unskillfully.

In an instant, the watermelon was split in half.

Within 2 minutes, Shu Yao cut the watermelon into small pieces.

Distribute the watermelon to the people around one by one.

Shu Yao and Du Zhuoyu sat next to each other on small benches, holding a piece of watermelon in each hand, watching the flow of people passing by while gnawing on it.
Du Zhuoyu took another bite of the watermelon, his eyes kept rolling with the flow of people, "What if you don't have enough to sell after you eat it?"
Shu Yao threw the watermelon rind into the garbage, and in a moment there was another watermelon in his hand, "Do you think anyone bought it?"

Du Zhuoyu paused slightly while eating the watermelon, and glanced at the leftover watermelon rind beside them.

There were as many watermelons as there were when I came here, and there are as many watermelons as there are now.

The quantity remains the same, only the skin of the watermelon remains.

Only then did Du Danyu realize that none of their stalls were sold.
On the contrary, the stomach is full.
When he came back to his senses, Du Zhuoyu saw Shu Yao open a watermelon again.

Du Zhuoyu's eyes lit up.

This newly opened watermelon is plumper and juicier than the one just now.
Thinking of this, Du Zhuoyu moved one step faster than his brain.
Just took the watermelon and ate it.

(End of this chapter)