Chapter 31: Yang City
When she leaned over, she realized that there was nothing much in Zhao Yun 'er's basket. There were only two ceramic jars. The jars were covered, so she couldn't tell what was inside.
A woman in her thirties forced a smile and said to Zhao Yun 'er, "Lass, what's in your basket?"
Zhao Yun 'er replied indifferently, "Nothing."
How could the woman believe Zhao Yun 'er's excuse? She grinned and leaned over. "Lass, just tell Auntie. We're from the same village. When we go to the city to sell something good, we'll tell each other."
"Of course it's not as good as Auntie's. If I tell you, I'm afraid you'll laugh at me, so it's better not to say," Zhao Yun 'er said.
When the woman saw that Zhao Yun 'er still didn't want to say anything, she felt bored and couldn't help but scold her. "If you don't want to say it, then don't say it. Anyway, it's definitely not something good. There are some people in the city who haven't been there before. If they sell something they think is precious, probably no one will want it. When you go to the city, you won't be able to sell the thing and even have to pay for the ox cart. "
These words were naturally for Zhao Yun 'er to hear.
Zhao Yun 'er's lips curled up slightly. Instead, she smiled and said politely, "Thank you for your concern, Auntie, but this is my business."
The woman was so angry at Zhao Yun 'er that she snorted softly. She turned around and scolded Zhao Yun 'er in front of the other women.
Zhao Yun 'er pretended not to hear.
Her goods were not on other people's bodies. Why should she care about what other people said?
Zhao Yun 'er sat on the ox cart and waited for a while. Later, a few people came one after another. Seeing that it was about time, Old Man Hu shouted and prepared to set off.
The ox cart's speed wasn't as fast as a horse carriage. It swayed as it drove towards Yang City.
It was a journey of more than ten miles. It would be too tiring to walk there. Basically, when they went there, they would bring things with them.
Old Man Hu's long whip whipped the cow's buttocks as they hurried on their way. He even hummed a tune from the countryside, looking carefree and relaxed.
The morning air was very fresh, mixed with the fragrance of the earth. Along the bumpy road, Zhao Yun 'er felt that it was a different kind of fun.
About an hour later, they arrived at Yang City. At this time, the morning sun had already risen.
Yang City was bustling with activity. After entering, they saw stalls of various sizes selling all kinds of things.
It was early in the morning, and the aroma of breakfast spread throughout the streets. Zhao Yun 'er hadn't eaten breakfast yet, but she was already a little hungry from the aroma.
Old Man Hu found an open space and stopped. Then, he called out to the people in the cart, "You guys go ahead. I'll wait here."
After he finished speaking, he took out his tobacco pipe and tobacco pouch, sat on the ox-cart, and began to leisurely smoke.
The women who brought things over to sell ran off one after another. There was a fixed place to set up stalls in the city to sell things. When they went there, they had to pay a booth fee of three copper coins.
Zhao Yun 'er knew that her honey was good stuff. If she brought it to the market, ordinary people might not be able to afford it.
She had to find a shop that specialized in selling honey and then resell her honey.
"Girl, aren't you going to the stalls with us?" A woman asked, and compared to other women, she didn't seem to be mixing things up. Asking Zhao Yun 'er in this way would be regarded as caring for her.