Fantasy Simulator

Bazhou County, Bashui City.

On the busy street, some people were walking around on the road, and some of them were hawkers who were carefully setting up their stalls on the road.

It was midsummer at this time, the sky was full of sun, the scorching sun was scorching, so that the surrounding area was blazing with heat, and even the big willow trees growing by the river began to wither, as if they had lost their moisture.

On the road, a large group of people were sitting, and when they saw people coming, they got up and shouted, trying to make people stop to buy something. The scene was like some small vendors in later generations.

But different from the later generations, the stalls here are all authentic poor people, and the things sold are also a large area, all of which can be found in the wild.

It's not some wild fruits and vegetables, or some small animals that have just been caught, hoping to come here to sell some money and add something to the family.

Under the scorching sun, no one wants to stay here if it is not for livelihood. The reason why these people set up stalls here is also to think of ways to save more things during the slack season, so as to cope with the increasingly heavy taxation of the imperial court.

In the distance, after a while, some people with slightly more gorgeous clothes and much neater clothes and hair accessories walked by the road, attracting the attention of everyone present.

"Steward Feng, come and see my western grass, it's very good for making soup."

"The wild melons I found here are big and round."

"And my bamboo mouse..."

A cry resounded all around, but the expression of the man called Steward Feng remained unchanged, and finally he walked directly in front of a certain person.

It was a dignified and handsome young man. He was dressed in sackcloth with shattered pudding, and his face was full of sorrow.

Different from other people who set up stalls here, although this young man was wearing shabby sackcloth and looked poor, he was not as messy as others. Not only was his clothes clean, but his entire face was also clean Dirty things, and there is no peculiar smell on the body, as if it has been carefully cleaned every day.

It's not easy.

The poor live in mud and weeds on a daily basis. They don't brush their teeth or wash their hair. They are in a mess and they don't bother to clean them because of work. Naturally, they don't have a good image after a long time.

The young man in front of him is different. Not only is he neat and tidy, but his long hair is even tied up. He even vaguely looks polite and treats people gently. If he is not wearing sackcloth and setting up a stall here, he might think he is a scholar.

It's just that although he looks good, his chest is covered with a layer of cloth at the moment, and there is still some blood in it, which seems to be injured.

"Butler Feng, you're here."

Seeing the people in the distance gradually approaching, the young man stood up quickly with a smile on his face.

"Chen Housheng, what's your recent harvest?"

Steward Feng was wearing light black clothes, with a few wrinkles on his face, he looked about forty years old, looking at the young man in front of him with a smile on his face.

"Thanks to your boss and Mr. Li, the harvest these days is pretty good."

The young man got up and looked at Butler Feng cupping his hands. The smile on his face remained unchanged. Matched with that young and handsome face, he couldn't help feeling a little disgusted: "What do you always need? Let me see if there is any."

"I want some game, pheasant, hare, whatever." Steward Feng nodded, looked at the young man and said.

"That's a coincidence." The young man patted his head and said with a smile: "I just caught a few wild rabbits these days, and there are seven in total. Do you want them all?"

"I want it all."

"Then I'll send it to you later, and you can pay the price at that time."

After saying this, the young man went on to say: "I still have some small pears here, which I specially picked out. They are both fresh and sweet. Would you like the butler to buy some for the young masters and ladies in the house to taste?"

"Bring them all." Steward Feng nodded, with a smile on his face: "Your Xiaotao is the best around here."

With such a big customer, the young man soon sold out all the things in front of him, and under the dumbfounded eyes of others, he directly lifted the burden on the side and left.

"It's just a little peach, it's less than two catties, and it costs a hundred cash?"

An old farmer who seemed to be new to the stall rubbed his eyes, seeing the young man taking the money just now, he was still a little bit in disbelief for a while.

The so-called Xiaotao is the local wild peach. Because it is small and tasteless, it is called Xiaotao.

This thing is actually a wild fruit. Although I dare not say that it is everywhere in the wild, you can basically find it if you look carefully.

It's just that unlike peaches that have been domesticated for a long time in later generations, today's peaches are generally small and tasteless, even those grown by some farmers, let alone grown in the wild, so they can't be sold at a high price.

Therefore, the old farmer in front of him was so surprised, and even a little unbelievable.

"Don't underestimate Chen Housheng." On the side, some acquaintances from the same village introduced him: "Other people's peaches are naturally not worth the price, but Chen Housheng's peaches are different."

"In this neighborhood, Chen Housheng has a unique eye. No matter what it is, he can pick out the best when it comes to him."

"Those little peaches were specially picked out by him. They are not only tender and white, but also sweet."

"Then isn't this young man rich?" The old farmer who spoke before was a little envious, but also a little curious: "But look at his appearance, he doesn't dress much better than us."

"Alas..." On the side, another person sighed, and at this moment took over: "Speaking of which, that young man is also a hard-working man. I heard that he came in exile from outside. Not long after he came here, Dad

Mother died, leaving him here alone. "

"However, he is also competitive. Not only does he have good eyesight, but he also learned good hunting skills from somewhere. He can catch some prey every few days. He can be regarded as the best hunter in the vicinity."

Speaking of this, he pointed to the place where the young man was sitting in the distance. There was still some blood on it, and it was dry now: "Did you see that blood? Chen Housheng was covered in injuries half a month ago, and he came out of the forest He killed a big pig, worth three hundred catties, and sold it for seven taels of silver..."

"Seven taels?" The eyes of some uninformed farmers brightened, and even pedestrians walking on one side of the road couldn't help but stamp their feet when they heard the number, and stopped to listen.

"Unfortunately, this young man is a kind person." Someone continued to speak, with deep emotion in his words: "When this young man first came here, some families felt sorry for him and gave him a few mouthfuls of food. If there is something wrong with the families of the latter, the young man will go over immediately and send the little money he got, so that those few will not sell their sons and daughters."

"That's all, but in the past few years, there have been disasters nearby, more people selling their children, and more people living on the streets."

"These young people are also very kind-hearted. Some of them don't like it, so I keep some of them. I ask them to do some small work on weekdays, and just let them eat and drink."