"Peddler, give me a set of needles and thread."
"And a small bag of malt sugar please."
"I'll take two pounds of fine flour."
"I want four ounces of coarse salt."
"Give me three pieces of mung bean cake."
"Do you have a knife?"
"Mom, that hair tie is so pretty!"
"Mom, I want sugar painting human figures."
When Hua Jin was pulled over by her younger brother, she witnessed this bustling scene.
A peddler with a mule cart was surrounded by a crowd of people, chattering incessantly.
The rare thing was that the peddler could understand clearly and was smilingly accommodating everyone, accurately taking out the items each person needed.
Hua Jin glanced more at the mule cart; having a vehicle, huh, it seems business is really good.
"Sis, hurry up," Xiaosi was a bit impatient.
The main reason was that there were more and more people around the mule cart, and he was worried that the slingshot he had his eye on would be bought by someone else.
