"Hmph! Who dares to bark around here?"
A butcher in front of the meat stall, with a face full of scar tissue and greenish eyes, suddenly chopped his butcher knife into the greasy chopping board.
He snorted coldly through his nostrils at Xu Wenkang, who seemed to be going mad.
It was obvious.
Although the "Vegetable People Market" appeared to be a voluntary marketplace on the surface.
Everyone knew that, in any era or world, those who could monopolize the supply of goods in a year of great disaster were never just ordinary commoners.
They were not even typically wealthy people.
On normal days, only they bullied others. How could these "vegetable people" possibly turn the tables?
At that moment, Xu Wenkang had already noticed.
Tied behind the butcher was a beautiful woman, an exquisite little house jade. Was she not his wife, Xiao Fu?!
The famously skilled seamstress had already lost one hand.
