Northeast Golden Gradient Treats My Home as a Confinement Center

Chapter 162: On the first day of setting up the stall, the old man exposed me as a fake
Fusong County, a large market place.

This place is called "Wanliang". A big market is held on the 5th, 15th and 25th of the Gregorian calendar.

Today is the 25th, which is the last big fair of this month.

Wanliang Market is the closest to Muwu Village where Shen Xing's family lives, so it is naturally the first choice, only 20 kilometers away.

Other large markets are either 30 kilometers away, which is too far, or they are not open or the dates are wrong.

The market was bustling with people and vendors setting up stalls everywhere to sell goods, including vegetables, fruits, fish, beef, pork, daily necessities and even wild delicacies.

A cool and stylish pickup truck was parked in the market parking lot.

A young man got out of the car. He was tall, with majestic features and outstanding temperament. He was the type of son-in-law that mothers-in-law like very much.

The young man got out of the car, opened the back bed, and started moving things onto the ground.

He randomly found a stall and started to put out the things he wanted to sell.

Oh, it’s a stall selling wild delicacies. Someone recognized the things on the young man’s stall. They were all hazel mushrooms, wild red ganoderma, hericium erinaceus, kidney essence tea and the like.

The identity of this young man is obvious: a mountain herder!

"Oh, he has quite a lot of mountain products." An old man passing by exclaimed.

Such young mountaineers are rare nowadays.

Young people in the three northeastern provinces either go to the provincial capitals to work, or go north to the imperial capital to make a living. There are very few young people who stay at home to pick up wild delicacies with their fathers. It is very rare.

Stalls like those selling wild delicacies are mostly run by middle-aged men in their forties or fifties, or old men in their sixties. There are very few young people in their early twenties like Shen Xing.

Too few.

So as soon as Shen Xing set up his stall, he attracted the attention of many people at the fair.

Most of the people who come to the market are old men and women from nearby towns and even counties, and there are very few young people.

People go to the market to join in the fun. The population of the three northeastern provinces is originally small, and young people go out to work, resulting in serious population loss. In this crowded market, there are only a handful of young people.

Shen Xing spread a layer of sacks on the ground and poured out the mountain products he had picked, such as Hericium erinaceus, Chicken mushroom, and Ganoderma lucidum. He then sorted them one by one according to their size and arranged them neatly.

After finishing all these, he ran back to the car and took out a homemade advertisement and a set of photographic equipment from the back of the car.

After placing the advertisement on a stand, it was placed on the right side of the stall.

The elderly people watching the scene were shocked to see this young man setting up a stall selling mountain products and carrying a large camera. What was going on? What was he doing?

At this time, some people saw the words on the advertisement, and they all pointed at Shen Xing's stall and whispered.

The old man and woman were illiterate and couldn't recognize what was written on the advertisement, so they went to ask someone nearby who could read.

The literate person told the old man and his wife, "This handsome boy wrote on it: '20 yuan for petting a little tiger, cheap and affordable!' '50 yuan for a photo! Honest!' 'An additional 50 yuan for helping to take a photo!'"

When the old man and the old woman heard this, they were stunned and dazed, as if they had Alzheimer's disease. They stood there in a daze.

"Little tiger? What little tiger?"

"Where did this little tiger come from? Didn't this guy come here alone to set up the stall?"

"I didn't see any tiger. Isn't he just lying?"

"You must be kidding me. It costs fifty yuan to take a photo, and another fifty to take it yourself. That's a hundred yuan, right? It's a huge price. This young man is not honest!"

"Although we are old, we cannot be fooled by young people like you. Your tricks won't work!"

"..."

The old men and women shook their heads, thinking that Shen Xing, the young mountain goods stall owner, was a dishonest person who wanted to get something for nothing and cheat them out of their money.

After a while, all the old men and women who had come to watch Shen Xing out of curiosity left one by one.

Someone couldn't stand it anymore, so he came to Shen Xing's stall and reminded him:
"Young man, we have to be down-to-earth when we do business. We should sell what we have. You just put a sign here, but there is nothing. This is false advertising!" "Young man, we live in a society ruled by law now. You have to abide by the law and not commit fraud!"

When Shen Xing heard this, he was shocked. What the hell was going on? When did I commit fraud?
We’re afraid that you old men and women will be scared, so we let the little tigers stay in the car and not come out!
Shen Xing was speechless.

However, he also understood that he could not sell the mountain products by himself. The old men and women just came over to take a look, shook their heads and walked away.

The quality of mountain products is quite good, but it is not necessary. There are many stalls next door selling mountain products, with more varieties than Shen Xing's.

"Look, uncle. Five-year-old wild red ganoderma. Selling them at a low price." Shen Xing said to an uncle who came to watch the fun, holding a red ganoderma.

The old man didn't even look at the red ganoderma, but moved closer to the standing advertisement, looking at it with wide eyes, up and down, left and right, looking non-stop.

The old man looked at it for a long time before finally taking his eyes off the advertisement. He stared straight at Shen Xing.

"Boy, you, raise a tiger?"

Shen Xing nodded.

"Does the country now allow private individuals to raise tigers?"

"Is it allowed?" Shen Xing asked back. After all, Director Dong from the Ministry of Agriculture had personally stamped his tiger-raising certificate.

"Where did it come from?"

"Woodhouse Village."

"No, I'm asking you where this tiger came from?" The old man rolled his eyes at him and said unhappily.

"I picked one up. Another one was given to me by the tigress."

When the old man heard this, he was surprised and said:
"What did you say? The tigress gave you her own baby?"

"Yes." Shen Xing nodded slightly.

"Boy, don't lie to your uncle. When he was young, he worked in the serious crime squad of the county security bureau!"

Wow, it turns out this person is a retired policeman. I’ve heard of him for a long time!

Shen Xing smiled and said:

"I can't tell that there is an aura about this old man that is different from other people."

"What's wrong?" the old man asked.

"A man of integrity." Shen Xing replied.

Looking at this muscular and energetic old man, Shen Xing finally understood. The reason why this old man was looking around in front of his stall, looking at the advertisements and asking him questions was that he was fighting against counterfeiting!

What is this fake? A fake tiger!
"Don't try to bluff me. The government won't allow private individuals to raise tigers now. Take down the ad and focus on your mountain products business."

"Otherwise, your uncle will call his disciple later, and you will be finished."

The righteous old man kindly advised Shen Xing to remove the false advertising stall.

"Okay, now you're fighting against fakes on my head."

"Then today, I'll let you open your eyes."

Shen Xing circled his thumb and index finger, put them in his mouth, and whistled.

Then, the old man saw three little beasts, two yellow and one black, jumping out of the blue pickup truck.

"Ouch!"

"Ouch!"

"Wang Wang Wang!"

(End of this chapter)