Gray Squirrel Clothing Store.
Two sticks of wood, nearly burned to ashes in the fireplace, wrapped in an old leather coat, Si Er dozed off with his feet propped on a moldy wooden table.
From the end of last September to now, this place's business had been deserted for almost a whole four months.
Yet he wasn't worried about going bankrupt.
It had always been like this in previous years.
Once winter came, only mice would frequent his closet, but that was okay because as soon as winter ended, the streets outside would be packed with people, and business here would quickly pick up.
Even Looters, who had regressed to Primitive Men, would look for a pair of pants to wear.
His shop was right at the entrance to the market, and this market was the closest to the main gate of Giant Stone City.
Any Waste Land Wanderers coming here would spot his signboard at a glance.
