Looking behind him, Zheng Quchi saw a nine-foot-tall man following him.
His exaggerated muscles are comparable to those of a modern bodybuilder. This man is probably also very resistant to the cold, as he is only wearing a sleeveless long shirt in the dead of winter. His gray trousers are stretched at the thighs and his calves are tied with strips of cloth. He is also wearing cloth shoes.
In the state of Ye, only laborers who did heavy work would dress like this, because a set of clothes was both a necessity and a luxury for poor people. In order to cherish it and wear it for longer, they would usually change into short clothes and tight trousers to reduce wear and tear when they were working.
This extreme and conspicuous pair attracted a lot of attention and scrutiny as soon as they appeared on the street.
However, because the eight-foot-tall man had a fierce appearance, and his narrow, slit-like eyes were full of indifference and apathy towards life, his temperament was obviously not to be trifled with. Therefore, they only dared to steal glances out of the corner of their eyes and whisper among themselves.
"Oh, oh, I was just distracted for a moment. Hey... big brother, you want to buy this tiger skin, right?"
Mr. Polar Bear was taken aback when the dark-skinned girl suddenly called him "Big Brother," but he didn't say anything, only asking, "Um, how much?"
How much does it cost?
Zheng Quchi was in a dilemma. If she asked for the highest price directly, would she scare the person away? Her family was waiting for the money. But if she asked for a lower price, it wouldn't meet her expectations. Maybe she should let the other party name the price.
"Why don't you just give me whatever you think is appropriate?"
Despite the fact that the mountains and forests are full of wild animals, hunters generally dare not provoke ferocious creatures like tigers.
Tiger skins are generally in short supply in remote places like Fuxian. Hunters say that knowledgeable people will offer high prices, while some people offer low prices because they are curious. If she is in a hurry to sell, she can sell to a buyer at a reasonable price.
She noticed that Mr. Polar Bear was accompanied by a bodyguard and attendants, so he must be quite wealthy. She figured that if he offered to name his price, he wouldn't be able to lower it just to save face.
"This skin is very intact. Except for a small hole in the center of the forehead where he was killed by an arrow, the rest of the skin was peeled very carefully and there is no damage." In order to give him a more accurate price, Zheng Quchi explained and reminded him.
After hearing her words, the man remained silent for a moment, then repeated, "Killed with one arrow?"
"yes."
"Saw."
He straightened his collar and called out, and the nine-foot-tall man stepped forward from behind him, squatted down on the stall, and began examining the tiger skin.
Just then, a woman carrying a basket on her back came over. She frowned and spoke up in defense of others.
"What kind of bow and arrow is so powerful that it can kill even the tiger of the mountain tyrant in the forest with a single arrow? You must be trying to scare outsiders."
Zheng Quchi was speechless: "...The item is right here. If you know anything about antiques, you can check its authenticity yourself."
But the herb-gathering girl had no intention of doing so. She kindly advised Mr. White Bear, "Young master, please don't be fooled. These dealers are the best at deceiving people. She takes some similar furs and sews the damaged parts together. At first glance, it looks fine, but in fact, it is a case of passing off inferior goods as superior ones. You will only find out something is wrong when you go back and cut it."
Upon hearing her baseless accusation, Zheng Quchi stood up indignantly: "My son!" (in Sichuan dialect)
The herb-gathering woman replied, "Don't think I don't know. I come to this street every day, and I recognize almost all the hunters who sell fur, but I've never seen you before. Where are you from?" (Sichuan dialect)
The others also pointed and whispered about Zheng Quchi, vaguely echoing the same doubts and opinions as the herb-gathering woman.
She was from Hegou Village and rarely went to the county town. This was her first time setting up a stall, but she didn't expect to run into such xenophobic vendors. Seeing that she had made a lot of money selling tiger skins, they didn't want her to share in the profits.
Seeing that more and more people were gathering around to watch the commotion, Zheng Quchi realized that his business was doomed after she had stirred things up.
"Fine, if you say it's fake, then it's fake. I'm not selling it."
The herb-gathering woman looked on with even more smugness: "See? She's a fraud. Now that I've exposed her, she's trying to run away."
At this moment, the nine-foot-tall man who had been squatting on the ground examining the pelt suddenly spoke up: "This is a tiger pelt that was cut off no more than two hours ago. The body and limbs are intact and undamaged, and there is nothing mixed in with the pelt. It is a complete and top-quality pelt."
Upon hearing this, the bustling street came to an abrupt halt. The people there looked as if they had been slapped in the face, their expressions grim.
The herb-gathering woman forced a smile and asked incredulously, "But... how could a weak woman like her possibly kill a giant tiger?"
"Yeah, this leather probably wasn't stolen from someone else," someone chimed in, eager for a good laugh.
Zheng Quchi wasn't stupid; she understood that even a powerful dragon can't suppress a local snake. She thought that if she kept a low profile, she could sell her goods and leave without causing any trouble. However, she underestimated the existence of such a thing as a profit chain. She made money, and others were envious. She had no background and was a stranger, so no one would protect her.
Zheng Quchi was too lazy to argue with these troublemakers. She picked up her cloth bag, shouldered the tiger skin, and prepared to pack up and leave, but she was stopped.
Mr. Polar Bear moved in a憨态可掬 manner to block her way, and said in a clear voice, "Miss, I'll buy this tiger pelt."
She was surprised. Most buyers would be wary of such rumors. Was he confident in his entourage's judgment, or did he really like the tiger skin?
Since he was willing to take the risk and make an offer, why should she hesitate?
How much are you offering?
"One ingot of silver."
Wait a minute, let her do the math. One silver ingot is about 50 taels, and a medium-sized silver ingot is at least 10 taels.
And ten taels... how many strings of copper coins is that?
hiss!
One ingot of silver?!
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