Chapter 61 Selling Fruit
"Tarrou, can you buy and sell things at your big gathering?"
Cheng Weiyao was very interested in the grand gathering that Taru mentioned. Judging from the name, it should be similar to the market in Central Plains. She could take this opportunity to clear out the inventory in QQ Farm.
"Of course you can, but Sister Ayao and Chengming need to change their attire. Outsiders who attend can easily be taken advantage of, but not all herders are as honest as we are... When in Rome, do as the Romans do. Try dressing like us herders."
Tarrou chuckled and when he dismounted, he had already picked up a bundle from the horse's back, which contained two sets of costumes with quite ethnic characteristics.
Cheng Wei Yao smiled to herself, thinking that the boy was really well prepared at such a young age. She then obediently changed into her clothes and even imitated Taru's mother by braiding her hair into a pigtail.
Wen Liyu looked uninterested. She had to stay and take care of her mother, and was not interested in the large gathering of herdsmen. The only thing that worried her was that her brother had to graze the sheep and no one would keep an eye on Cheng Weiyao.
Just as Wen Chengming had changed his clothes and was about to leave, Wen Liyu's eyes lit up and she intercepted him: "Chengming, I have a small task for you..."
"Keep an eye on my sister-in-law. Don't let other men take her away, right? I'm not a fool."
Wen Chengming raised his little hand and interrupted his sister's words seriously. He understood the truth. He only had one sister-in-law, and if she was taken away, she would be gone.
When Wen Liyu saw that her brother was so understanding, she immediately felt relieved and sent the three of them out with a smile on her face.
Cheng Weiyao borrowed an ox cart from a nearby herdsman and slowly headed towards the gathering. After all, neither she nor Wen Chengming could ride a horse, so it was not a good idea to ride a horse rashly.
"Sister Yao, what's that cloth covering your car? It seems to have a fragrance..."
Tarrou rode his horse and followed the ox cart unsteadily to protect it, his eyes fixed on the cloth draped on the cart, his face full of curiosity.
"I want to try the goods I want to sell. Is it sweet?"
The old cow knew the way and didn't need Cheng Weiyao to chase her. She walked towards the destination on her own. She simply picked up a big, red fruit and gently threw it in the direction of Taru.
Tarrou took a bite, his eyes brightening slightly, and his tone was filled with urgency: "Sister Yao, you must cover yourself with the cloth. There are only three of us, and if we encounter robbers, we won't be able to rob you."
Cheng Weiyao was stunned when she heard this. Ever since she came to the plain, the fruit trees in QQ Farm had been harvested several times, and there were plenty of them in the warehouse. She didn't expect that in the vast plain, fruit would be a scarce commodity?
"I heard from my father that some people even rob women of their wives. Even if the woman doesn't like them, they can only fight. If they lose, they have to marry her off obediently..."
Taru's tone was very serious when he said this. They were weak and powerless now. Although Sister Ayao was married, she was still a girl and Chengming was still a little kid. Although he could fight... but it would be difficult for him to fight against several people alone.
Wow... Cheng Weiyao gained a new understanding of the folk culture of the herdsmen, but fortunately, they did not encounter any robbers until they arrived at the gathering.
There were all kinds of stalls at the fair, selling hand-woven wool blankets of various patterns, exquisite women's jewelry brought from the Central Plains, and countless products made from cattle and sheep...
"Taru, take Chengming for a walk. Come back if you run out of money."
Cheng Wei Yao looked around the area, found a quiet corner to stop the ox cart, and gave Taru three large strings of copper coins.
The things sold at the fair are not usually seen in the Central Plains, and they have strong ethnic and regional characteristics. Not to mention a little kid like Wen Chengming, even she was tempted by them.
But the primary goal of coming to the rally must be completed first, so I can only coax the children to go and play first. With Taru, a native Aboriginal, leading them, Cheng Ming will not be lost.
Tarrou had never been in charge of such a large fortune. He patted his chest, hooked his arm around Wen Chengming's shoulder and joined the gathering, insisting on taking him to eat, drink and shop happily!
Cheng Weiyao watched the two children walk away arm in arm, then gently removed the white cloth covering the ox cart. The wooden box was filled with juicy fruits: plump red apples, spotless white snow pears, and even a small batch of red-bottomed strawberries...
"Hey, what's that red fruit...can I try it?"
Before Cheng Wei Yao could even start to shout, some curious children gathered around. They were very curious about new things, and Cheng Wei Yao's stall was undoubtedly the first time they had seen it.
"sure."
Cheng Wei Yao took a plate as a small dish for tasting, put some of the fruits on it, and placed it in the front as a sample.
The children were also very conscientious. They each took one, tasted it, and ran away. Cheng Weiyao was dumbfounded. Was the quality of this batch of fruit not good? Or were the herders not used to it? This couldn't be right...
She frowned slightly, took a bright red strawberry and took a light bite. The sweet juice flowed between her lips and teeth. It was tender, juicy and fragrant.
"Hello, give me a pound of that red fruit!"
"I want an apple. Is that an apple? I bought one when I was doing business in the Central Plains..."
"I want the white fruit in the middle, a pear, right?"
Before I knew it, the ox cart was already filled with herdsmen holding their children, who started ordering the fruits they wanted.
The herdsmen's grand gathering was held deep in the plains. Although there were occasionally merchants who came to participate in the event to trade in goods from the Central Plains, fresh food such as fruit was difficult to preserve, and almost no one would choose to trade in this category.
"Okay, I'll install it for you..."
Cheng Weiyao quickly came to her senses and began to pack with swift hands and feet. The best-selling product was snow pear. After all, the herders' diet mostly consisted of fish and meat, and the sweet and cooling nature of snow pear undoubtedly won the favor of most people.
What surprised Cheng Weiyao was that even the herdsmen who often went to the Central Plains for business did not recognize the fruit strawberry. When she checked the seed instructions on QQ Farm, Cheng Weiyao was a little amused.
No wonder there are no poems about strawberries in ancient times. It turns out that there were no strawberries in ancient times. Even if there were, they were small wild strawberries. They were not officially introduced as a fruit until the end of the Qing Dynasty.
Even though she was dressed like a herdsman, her distinct tone of voice betrayed her identity as an outsider. Coupled with her booming fruit business, she quickly attracted the attention of some interested individuals...
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