No matter how many of him were, Wen Fei thought that even this guy dared to smuggle tea and wine, and there was a convoy that looked quite large. Will I get some wine to sell next time? Anyway, except for the first time I saw that bullshit joining the army, I have never seen anyone from the government again!

The next day, early in the morning, it was not clear yet.

Wen Fei was woken up by the buzzing sound. Many people had already come to the market. Wen Fei, a dead otaku, has never gotten up so early since he graduated from high school. He was dizzy and set up a stall at the door of the shed.

At this time, the sky was still drizzling, at most four or five o'clock. After a while, there were more and more people coming. It seemed that the market was many times busier than before. Wen Fei felt strange and grabbed an acquaintance who had bought something from his stall several times and asked, "Why are so lively today? So many people came so early?"

The man was a middle-aged man dressed as a simple rural farmer. He seemed to have seen some worlds. His local voice was not as strong as other local rural farmers. Wen Fei could barely understand it. He said wonder: "Don't you know? Today is the day when those foreigners come to trade..."

The fan department? What is that? Wen Fei was a little puzzled and wanted to ask again, but many people gathered around to check Wen Fei's goods, and began to ask about the price around Wen Fei. The goods sold by Wen Fei are special, and now they are well-known in this Mule and Horse Collection, and their business is quite good.

Before the sun was over, most of the goods prepared by Wen Fei were sold. At this time, there were a few big men wearing sheepskin coats, big and thick, black and red faces, and braided braids surrounded him, and in a stranger accent, he pulled Wen Fei's remaining fabric and looked at it, his face full of excitement!

The fabrics brought by Wen Fei were not very easy to sell, and the other goods were almost sold out, but these fabrics almost didn't move much. Wen Fei was helpless, thinking that he would never bring these things again in the future, and he was not talking about them, but no one bought them. In such a poor countryside, he wanted to wear a piece of clothing for ten or eight years. It was not during festivals, but no one bought clothes. At most, he pulled a narrow strip of cloth and went back to serve as a headline for his daughter, which made Wen Fei laugh and cry.

These are all stock fabrics specially found by Wen Fei. The prices are very cheap, not counted by rice, but by pounds. Wen Fei called 100 pounds, but they were not willing to sell them, but they only cost dozens of dollars. They are all made of chemical fibers, and Wen Fei didn't know what the name was, but they looked quite thin and the color was bright.

When the men looked at Wen Fei's fabric, their mouths were so happy that they broke their heads. They took the fabric and gestured around their bodies. They didn't know what they said, but they looked very happy anyway. Then they untied a small pocket from their body, threw it on Wen Fei's car, carried the fabric and left.

Wen Fei was shocked, but when he saw the big men's fists were probably bigger than his head, he didn't dare to go up and argue. When he opened the bag, his eyes suddenly shone golden. There was a small bag of golden yellow and sand, which were thick and thin. The thick ones were about the size of soybean rice, but the thin ones were just fine sand.

Looking at the bag of sand, Wen Fei suddenly thought of a possibility, his face became extremely strange, and he hid the bag close to his body with his feet. He did not reveal his wealth!

If Wen Fei was not guessing this thing wrong, it should be gold sand? God, this half bag of gold sand is at least one pound. How much is a gram of gold now? The price of gold has fallen now, but so much is still worth about tens of thousands of yuan. At this moment, Wen Fei's mouth was about to laugh.

Although Wen Fei was quick enough, there were so many people in the market that their actions could not be hidden. Wen Fei was targeted by a group of people.

"Brother, it's from Iwabu. The bag must be golden sand!" A thin guy like a monkey muttered in a low voice.

They were not far from Wenfei, and they were selling some messy goods. It was just that the business was not very good.

"This Taoist priest came out of nowhere, but he actually dared to come to the mule and horse market to grab the business. Brother, why don't we take action to snatch him..."

The elder brother laughed a little and said, "I have been eyeing this Taoist priest for a long time, but he and Chen Niwan were too close to Master and Pupil. I can't do it. Now Master and Pupil Chen Niwan have left. Let's see who can protect him again!"

The thin man suddenly felt a little afraid and said carefully: "This Taoist priest knows Chen Niwan? Then does he have magic? "

The eldest brother sneered, "I don't think this Taoist priest is so greedy for money, so he doesn't look like a Taoist person. He must have no ability. We will quietly put it on after the festival today. If this Taoist priest is smart and sends the money obediently, it would be fine. Otherwise, don't blame our brothers for being so mean! What's wrong? Look at your virtue, you will be scared like this before you even take action."

But I saw that the youngest man who had not spoken, said, "Brother, this Taoist priest seems to have magic. I used a blade to cut his Taoist robe today and wanted to pay some money..." As he said that, he spitted.

"How is it? Xiaosan'er, tell me!" the elder brother shouted. Although he was timid and not very capable, he had a skill in touching gold. He could hide a knife in his fingers, and could cut someone else's clothes without realizing it and touch the money in his inner bag.

"Gudong..." The mistress slid up and down with a slight sound, and said with difficulty: "There were too many people. When I started, I was pushed from behind. The knife was so powerful!"

The brothers all knew that this was called Xiaosaner, and the blades hidden between their fingers were so sharp. At this moment, I thought I would cut them into the flesh. If I could get deeper, I would have a life.

"My strength was so great that I thought that the Taoist priest would have to flow with blood. He had already made plans for bad things and was about to call his brother to come and use the strong ones. Who knew that the Taoist priest was like a person who was fine. He didn't even scratch his skin!"

After listening to Xiaosaner's talk, the faces of several people looked a little ugly. The eldest brother smiled and said, "Maybe the Taoist priest was wearing too thick. Although Xiaosaner's knife was sharp, the blade was too short, and it did not hurt the flesh..."

Before he could finish his words, he saw a blade appearing in the little San'er's hand, and the sharp blade had been broken.

"Hiss..." A sound of gasping in the cold air, the thin monkey said dryly: "It's so damn evil. Could this Taoist priest have magic to protect himself... Brothers, this matter is evil, let's find some fat sheep to do it!"
Chapter completed!