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The stalls here are not open-air.
¡°After all, it¡¯s broad daylight and it¡¯s summer, so it¡¯s still very sunny here.
On one side are large green tents with several large pieces of wool placed at the entrance of the tents, and on the other side is a table and chairs.
There was no one sitting on the chairs, there was only a man lying on the recliner.
This early in the morning, the man didn¡¯t know whether he had not woken up or was falling asleep. At this time, his face was covered with a cattail leaf fan, and he could hear the sound of snoring.
Just when Yu Nuannuan was thinking about why no one was talking, Shen Sanpang stepped forward and kicked him on the recliner.
Shen Sanpang's kick was not very strong, but the sleeping man was still startled. He jumped up and the big cattail leaf fan covering his face fell directly to the ground.
"Who is it! Who disturbs the dream of labor and management so early in the morning!"
"Old wilt, haven't you slept enough? What a beautiful dream? Do you want to help you continue to dream?" Shen Sanpang said with a smile.
Probably because he heard San Pang Shen¡¯s voice, the man known as Lao Weier rubbed his eyes hard with his hands, and then he opened his eyes wide and looked at San Pang Shen.
After seeing Sanpang Shen, the old man was stunned for a moment, and then shouted excitedly, "It's Uncle San who's here! Ouch! I haven't seen you for a year, but Uncle San, you are still as energetic as last year!" "
"Okay, stop being poor and let's see who else is coming."
Hearing this, the old man looked this way.
After seeing Shen Fang, his originally limp body suddenly stood upright.
The way his back is straight makes people want to laugh.
The old man took a step back and bent down to pick up the big cattail leaf fan on the ground. Then he smiled at Shen Fang and said, "Mr. Shen! Mr. Shen, are you warm? Can I give you a fan?"
Shen Fang frowned slightly as he looked at the fan getting closer and closer.
Seeing Shen Fang frowning, Lao Xi'er's fan immediately stopped, turned around, and ran behind him.
Seeing that the old man didn't dare to say a word, Shen Sanpang smiled again and said, "Okay, stop talking. You don't have any good news this year? Show us, the little guy at home will Come along and have a look, and let them practice their skills later."
Only then did the old man become lively and nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes! My stall was just set up last night, and not a single thing was sold. Everything is in it. As for whether I can buy good ones, you know, Uncle San." Yes, I said it doesn¡¯t count.¡±
Shen Sanpang smiled and patted Lao Er's shoulder, "I know this, lead us in and have a look!"
"If Lao Wei'er really knew which one was better, he would have done it himself. Where else could he put it up for sale?
Those who sell rough stones used to bet on stones.
It was not because of my poor eyesight that I lost nine out of ten bets, so I finally changed my career to selling woolen materials.
Woolen materials are sold by the pound, and those with good quality are more expensive, while those with poor quality are cheaper.
This is a business that is sure to make a profit, but it¡¯s just that you can¡¯t make as much money by selling a piece of jade.
Old Wei'er led the way, and a group of people followed behind and walked in.
The tent is long in shape, with a path in the middle for three people to walk side by side, and the rocks on both sides are all raw stones.
There are a lot of light bulbs on the top of the tent. The light is not as bright as outside, but I can see things clearly.
Yu Nuannuan looked around and saw that these woolen materials were not placed randomly, but were divided into areas. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com