As for tiger skin, she had inquired with hunters and learned that it could fetch a high price. It was too extravagant for her to use herself; she could buy several other coats with the money from selling this one skin.
In Fuxian County, there are streets for street vendors. Two rows of people are squatting or sitting on the ground selling their wares. They sell common and everyday items such as earthenware bowls, woven baskets, and hemp cloth. There are also quite a few people selling furs. However, it is rare to see women showing their faces in public.
It's estimated that apart from one or two old women and middle-aged women, only Zheng Quchi, a young woman, came down the street.
She adapted to local customs and wasn't shy about being seen. She spread out the tiger skin and squatted there, munching on the steamed vegetable cakes her older brother had made for her while waiting for business to open.
People around were hawking their wares; this is a local custom. Just as there are small advertisements in modern times, there were hawkers in ancient times.
Ancient people were very wise. They didn't just wait for customers to come to them when they sold things; they also used their mouths to hawk their wares and advertise.
The vendors would use expressive and engaging voices to convey the unique features and variety of their goods, so that passersby could easily identify what the roadside vendors were selling and what their specialties were simply by listening.
But she didn't try to do it.
Firstly, she didn't have the skills to sell things like that, and secondly, she realized that unless her voice was louder and more interesting than these people's, she would only be shouting in vain until her throat was dry.
Wherever there are people, there will be competition.
Besides, she only has this one tiger skin, and it's extremely expensive; what she's selling is a matter of taste and luck.
Just as she was getting drowsy amidst the lively clamor of vendors calling out their wares, a clear, melodious voice, as captivating as the falling frost, rang out above her.
"Young lady, how much is this tiger pelt?"
Someone's here?
It was Zheng Quchi's first time selling something, and she was quite excited. When she looked up, she could only see his waist. She had to lift her head a little higher to see... a man wearing a blue gauze hat.
He was very tall, well, Zheng Quchi admitted that she was short, especially when she was squatting, everyone looked like a telephone pole.
Besides being tall, he was also dressed particularly warmly.
How thick was it? It was like a polar bear that had just emerged from an Arctic snow cave, its fur all swollen and matted together.
Hmm, upon closer inspection... it's not because he's fat, but because he's wearing a large fur coat. Could it be made of polar bear skin?
"girl?"
That clear, cool voice, with a hazy, beautiful quality, came from the "Big Polar Bear" in front of us, who was dressed in full protective gear.
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