Chapter 5: Pure Child (One)

Since even the Japanese in Heishi Village are now in trouble with the guerrillas, let alone other horse and thieves, the vendors walked very comfortably on the next road, singing, chatting, and even sitting in the carriage with their eyes narrowed. Anyway, the animals pulling the carriage will follow the brigade, and there are enthusiastic guerrillas next to them to help take care of them. The two of them fell asleep in a daze and opened their eyes. The Crescent Lake Market was already close.

Compared with the simplicity of the beginning of the year, the market has become much more orderly and prosperous now. Whether it is the number of vendors and customers, or the type of goods, it has increased exponentially. The speed of transactions has also increased significantly due to the surge in participants. Some of the goods were originally expected to take seven or eight days to completely remove the goods, such as thick cotton cloth, head flower, clam oil produced in Shandong and Hebei, were sold out in less than three days. Some new products launched by local local workshops have also been enthusiastically sought after by merchants. For most merchants, they will return when they return empty trucks, and they will return to the south. Affected by the price of the goods themselves, although the profits of the goods carried on the return journey may not be too much, grasshopper meat is also meat, which is better than just making one head of money.

Not all local goods have a thin profit. The snowflake salt and bath salt from the salt farm of Baiyin Xiaoye, who is from Yete Left Banner of Wuqi, was transported to the Beijing City and Tianjin Concession, and the price has increased several times. However, the output of these two kinds of goods is currently very limited. The Baiyin Xiaoye is famous for his exquisite thoughts. In order to pursue the maximum profit, he deliberately adopted a "save-loving" strategy to control the release of goods, resulting in the merchants who can buy snowflake salt and bath salt, which are all "old relationships" with relatively strong connections and funds. Ordinary scattered vendors who go to the single gang have no chance to care about it, especially the bath salts that look colorful and smell natural floral fragrance, which is extremely intimate. Merchants who can get the goods do not even have to transport them to the south, and can make a lot of money by just turning them out in the market.

In this way, the vendors who could not get the shortage of goods felt a little disappointed, but soon, their loss was replaced by joy. In order to thank all the "old guests" for coming to the Crescent Lake for support, the market owner Hongbei specially prepared a box of free soap for each merchant as a thank-you gift, and on the day of the end of this midsummer festival, a grand equestrian performance was specially arranged to comfort everyone. At that time, the legendary Fengyun two evil spirits will appear together and lead their brothers, With thousands of eyes on his eyes, he showed off his majestic posture. For small vendors with relatively small capital, the latter is more exciting than getting free soap. After all, if you can meet Yunlong and Fatty Zhang, you will have the capital to brag about when you go back. The envy projected from all over the place is more comfortable than eating ice soybeans in the dog days. Many vendors who sold out their goods early were even reluctant to leave immediately. They squatted in a tent counting their fingers every day and looked forward to the arrival of the closing day.

Amid the anticipated eyes of countless people, the midsummer fair finally came to an end. On the day the market was scheduled to be closed, vendors got up early, picked up the cold water and washed their hands and faces, changed into the most decent clothes, and sat on the rocks by the lake waiting for the legendary hero to appear.

The first wave of appearances was not Zhao Tianlong and Zhang Fatty, but the two teams of young cavalry in gray military uniforms of the Eighth Route Army. They all looked heroic and felt unconcealed pride all over their bodies. They first rode a war horse and made a big circle clockwise, saluting a standard military salute to all the guests, then distanced each other, grabbed the mounts, and stood in a confrontational formation.

"Wow,,,." Someone blew a long whistle and used a bamboo pole to throw a live sheep that had just been slaughtered in the middle of the two teams of cavalry. All the people riding on the horses immediately moved quickly, with figures intertwined, and they snatched each other, and they refused to give in. The famous warrior with scars on his face luckily grabbed the sheep in his hand, and immediately hit his mount and ran to the finish line. The opponents of the players went up from both sides and tried their best to take the sheep away from the man.

Seeing that Scar's face was about to be intercepted by the "enemy", his friends in the same camp immediately beat the horse and cooperated with both sides of the front to respond. The sheep with body temperature was swung up by Scar's face with one arm, and swept over the opponent's head in the air and landed towards his companion. He said it was a while ago, and suddenly, a man with a naturally curly hair rushed up from the slant, jumped high from the saddle, grabbed the dead sheep in the air, and then flew forward several steps with his inertia, and sat steadily back on his horse's back.

"Okay,." The vendors were refreshed and cheered loudly. People who traveled to the frontiers to do business all year round are often proficient in riding, but no one among them had the ability to let their bodies jump into the air and fly out for several meters, and then they could fall back to the saddle again accurately. This hand, the strength of the legs, the flexibility of the body, and the tacit understanding between the mount and the owner, are extremely high. Even when they grew up on horseback, few Mongolians could do it.

The ring-rolled knight held the sheep with one arm, and continued to rush forward while greeting the audience. The cheers around immediately doubled. The lively vendors clapped their hands without hesitation, sending thunderous cheers and applause into the performers' ears. The "opponent" that caught up was completely angered, encircled, pressed, pulled, and used all their strength to try to retake the sheep from the ring-roll. The ring-rolled knight kept avoiding, dodging, fighting, and always protecting the prey. Seeing that there was still fifteen or sixteen meters away from the destination, he suddenly burst out with a silence, "Hi." He swung his arm forward and threw the prey directly into the willow basket that served as the destination.

"Okay, ah." The audience jumped up and shouted, completely forgot where they were. It was so exciting, it was so exciting. Even the traditional "snatching sheep" game on the grassland was performed by the guerrilla warriors to such a wonderful level. The next program must be even more exciting.
Chapter completed!