"There really were hidden things!" everyone exclaimed in shock.
The stall owner reacted the fastest, reaching out to brush aside the shelled sorghum, but before his hand could touch it, with a slap, Shen Qiang swatted it away.
"The items are mine; don't touch them without my permission," he said.
The stall owner's face immediately darkened.
The crowd around didn't care about this at all, they chattered excitedly, "Quick, see what's hidden inside!"
Shen Qiang smiled as he crouched in front of the white cloth, pushing aside the scattered shelled sorghum and picked up the paper items, glanced at them, and said, "Three Qing Dynasty land contracts."
The stall owner immediately interjected, "Three hundred each, I'll take them."
The portly middle-aged man, without a second thought, immediately said, "One thousand each, I want them all."
