Day Twenty-three, for the smaller New Year; Day Twenty-four, cleaning the house; Day Twenty-five, grinding tofu...
Yan Fei became well-known with his small stall after selling watermelons and sweet potato leaves just twice on the roadside. The next time he pulled his cart over, people were already waiting there early in the morning.
Yan Fei hummed New Year songs while watching watermelons being taken away briskly by the overjoyed crowd and the bundles of sweet potato leaves being packed into trolleys and baskets. His heart was filled with joy.
A small trolley only holds so much, and people were basically grabbing things to purchase.
He felt that he was also snatching it up, almost like snatching up money.
"Who allowed you to set up a stall here?"
While busy weighing watermelons, a coarse male voice sounded. Following this, two men pushed through the crowd of customers and approached.
At first glance, these two didn't seem like good people!
