Chapter 127: The Trading Hall

"Isn't this just like a marketplace?" a middle-aged lady said as she looked at the stands in the hall—made of wood, they were almost exactly like those in a vegetable market.

"The rent is pretty cheap, half price for a limited time!"

"What does 'automatic consignment' mean? Is anyone willing to give it a try?"

Everyone looked at each other, but no one made a move.

At first glance, it all seemed novel, yet no one was willing to spend money on renting a stall.

Most people were accustomed to selling unwanted items to one of the stores in the territory.

Eateries would buy food ingredients, general stores would take in plants, equipment shops would accept hides, furniture stores sought wood, and the copper coin pawnshop would buy anything.

Mu Ying wasn't worried about the business of the trading hall.

Although everyone could find a place to sell their collected materials, once they passed through the shopkeeper's hands, they would sell for several times their original price.