After leaving the convenience store, the two continued to go deeper.
Here, the frequency of Xu Jiajun's appearance has obviously increased. They wear straps of various colors on their wrists, with each color representing a function.
The red one is responsible for security patrols, the green one is responsible for the carriages and horses on the street, and the blue one is responsible for maintaining the order of the vendors in the market.
Under the jurisdiction of Xu Jiajun, the mobile vendors are also managed in an orderly manner. On the commercial street, there is another alley where vendors set up stalls. In this alley, there are farmers who come from surrounding villages to sell fruits and vegetables.
There are also hunters who have hunted prey.
A woman from the city wearing a Xujiazhuang four-bag suit came with a basket to buy vegetables. The vegetable vendor was an old man over fifty years old, leading an eight or nine-year-old grandson.
The woman picked a handful of vegetables and handed them to the old man to weigh.
Weighing?
Qi Zhou was surprised to see it.
In the county town of Zhuojun, there are very few weighings, and they are usually calculated by portions, because the farmers are illiterate, can't read scales, and don't know how to do arithmetic. For calculations of slightly larger amounts, they have to find someone else.
The vendor asked for confirmation.
Because of this, he has seen too many scenes where farmers were deceived by cunning customers because they did not know how to calculate, squatting in the corner and crying hopelessly.
He couldn't bear it when he first saw it, but after seeing it more often, he knew that this was normal and nothing worth noting. Who made these farmers so stupid?
However, the farmers here in Xujiajun seem to be different.
The old man really didn't know how to count, but the little grandson he brought with him was very skillful in holding the handful of vegetables...
I always read novels quietly alone, but it’s boring when I don’t have anyone to discuss with. Come on, get up, read a book, and talk freely with your book friends.
After leaving the convenience store, the two continued to go deeper.
Here, the frequency of Xu Jiajun's appearance has obviously increased. They wear straps of various colors on their wrists, with each color representing a function.
The red one is responsible for security patrols, the green one is responsible for the carriages and horses on the street, and the blue one is responsible for maintaining the order of the vendors in the market.
Under the jurisdiction of Xu Jiajun, itinerant vendors are also managed in an orderly manner. On the commercial street, there is another alley where vendors set up stalls. In this alley, there are farmers who come from surrounding villages to sell fruits and vegetables.
There are also hunters who have hunted prey.
A woman from the city wearing a Xujiazhuang four-bag suit came with a basket to buy vegetables. The vegetable vendor was an old man over fifty years old, leading an eight or nine-year-old grandson.
The woman picked a handful of vegetables and handed them to the old man to weigh.
Weighing?
Qi Zhou was surprised to see it.
In the county town of Zhuojun Office, there are very few people weighing people. They usually calculate by portions because the farmers are illiterate and can’t read scales. They don’t even know how to do arithmetic. For calculations of slightly larger amounts, they have to find someone else.
The vendor asked for confirmation.
Because of this, he has seen too many scenes where farmers were deceived by cunning customers because they did not know how to calculate, squatting in the corner and crying hopelessly.
He couldn't bear it when he first saw it, but after seeing it more often, he knew that this was normal and nothing worth paying attention to. Who made these farmers so stupid?
However, the farmers here in Xujiajun seem to be different.
The old man really didn't seem to know how to count, but the little grandson he brought skillfully took the handful of vegetables and left the convenience store, and the two of them continued to go deeper.
Here, the frequency of Xu Jiajun's appearance has obviously increased. They wear straps of various colors on their wrists, with each color representing a function.
The red one is responsible for security patrols, the green one is responsible for the carriages and horses on the street, and the blue one is responsible for maintaining the order of the vendors in the market.
Under the jurisdiction of Xu Jiajun, itinerant vendors are also managed in an orderly manner. On the commercial street, there is another alley where vendors set up stalls. In this alley, there are farmers who come from surrounding villages to sell fruits and vegetables.
There are also hunters who have hunted prey.
A woman from the city wearing a Xujiazhuang four-bag suit came with a basket to buy vegetables. The vegetable vendor was an old man over fifty years old, leading an eight or nine-year-old grandson.
The woman picked a handful of vegetables and handed them to the old man to weigh.
Weighing?
Qi Zhou was surprised to see it.
In the county town of Zhuojun, there are very few weighings, and they are usually calculated by portions, because the farmers are illiterate, can't read scales, and don't know how to do arithmetic. For calculations of slightly larger amounts, they have to find someone else.
The vendor asked for confirmation.
Because of this, he has seen too many scenes where farmers were deceived by cunning customers because they did not know how to calculate, squatting in the corner and crying hopelessly.
He couldn't bear it when he first saw it, but after seeing it more often, he knew that this was normal and nothing worth paying attention to. Who made these farmers so stupid?
However, the farmers here in Xujiajun seem to be different.
The old man really didn't seem to know how to count, but the little grandson he brought skillfully took the handful of vegetables and left the convenience store, and the two of them continued to go deeper.
Here, the frequency of Xu Jiajun's appearance has obviously increased. They wear straps of various colors on their wrists, with each color representing a function.
The red one is responsible for security patrols, the green one is responsible for the carriages and horses on the street, and the blue one is responsible for maintaining the order of the vendors in the market.
Under the jurisdiction of Xu Jiajun, itinerant vendors are also managed in an orderly manner. On the commercial street, there is another alley where vendors set up stalls. In this alley, there are farmers who come from surrounding villages to sell fruits and vegetables.
There are also hunters who have hunted prey.
A woman from the city wearing a Xujiazhuang four-bag suit came with a basket to buy vegetables. The vegetable vendor was an old man over fifty years old, leading an eight or nine-year-old grandson.
The woman picked a handful of vegetables and handed them to the old man to weigh.
Weighing?
Qi Zhou was surprised to see it.
In the county town of Zhuojun, there are very few weighings, and they are usually calculated by portions, because the farmers are illiterate, can't read scales, and don't know how to do arithmetic. For calculations of slightly larger amounts, they have to find someone else.
The vendor asked for confirmation.
Because of this, he has seen too many scenes where farmers were deceived by cunning customers because they did not know how to calculate, squatting in the corner and crying hopelessly.
He couldn't bear it when he first saw it, but after seeing it more often, he knew that this was normal and nothing worth paying attention to. Who made these farmers so stupid?
However, the farmers here in Xujiajun seem to be different.
The old man really didn't seem to know how to count, but the little grandson he brought skillfully took the handful of vegetables and left the convenience store, and the two of them continued to go deeper.
Here, the frequency of Xu Jiajun's appearance has obviously increased. They wear straps of various colors on their wrists, with each color representing a function.
The red one is responsible for security patrols, the green one is responsible for the carriages and horses on the street, and the blue one is responsible for maintaining the order of the vendors in the market.
Under the jurisdiction of Xu Jiajun, itinerant vendors are also managed in an orderly manner. On the commercial street, there is another alley where vendors set up stalls. In this alley, there are farmers who come from surrounding villages to sell fruits and vegetables.
There are also hunters who have hunted prey.
A woman from the city wearing a Xujiazhuang four-bag suit came with a basket to buy vegetables. The vegetable vendor was an old man over fifty years old, leading an eight or nine-year-old grandson.
The woman picked a handful of vegetables and handed them to the old man to weigh.
Weighing?
Qi Zhou was surprised to see it.
In the county town of Zhuojun, there are very few weighings, and they are usually calculated by portions, because the farmers are illiterate, can't read scales, and don't know how to do arithmetic. For calculations of slightly larger amounts, they have to find someone else.
The vendor asked for confirmation.
Because of this, he has seen too many scenes where farmers were deceived by cunning customers because they did not know how to calculate, squatting in the corner and crying hopelessly.
He couldn't bear it when he first saw it, but after seeing it more often, he knew that this was normal and nothing worth paying attention to. Who made these farmers so stupid?
However, the farmers here in Xujiajun seem to be different.
The old man really didn't seem to know how to count, but the little grandson he brought skillfully took the handful of vegetables and left the convenience store, and the two of them continued to go deeper.
Here, the frequency of Xu Jiajun's appearance has obviously increased. They wear straps of various colors on their wrists, with each color representing a function.
The red one is responsible for security patrols, the green one is responsible for the carriages and horses on the street, and the blue one is responsible for maintaining the order of the vendors in the market.
Under the jurisdiction of Xu Jiajun, itinerant vendors are also managed in an orderly manner. On the commercial street, there is another alley where vendors set up stalls. In this alley, there are farmers who come from surrounding villages to sell fruits and vegetables.
There are also hunters who have hunted prey.
A woman from the city wearing a Xujiazhuang four-bag suit came with a basket to buy vegetables. The vegetable vendor was an old man over fifty years old, leading an eight or nine-year-old grandson.
The woman picked a handful of vegetables and handed them to the old man to weigh.
Weighing?
Qi Zhou was surprised to see it.
In the county town of Zhuojun, there are very few weighings, and they are usually calculated by portions, because the farmers are illiterate, can't read scales, and don't know how to do arithmetic. For calculations of slightly larger amounts, they have to find someone else.
The vendor asked for confirmation.
Because of this, he has seen too many scenes where farmers were deceived by cunning customers because they did not know how to calculate, squatting in the corner and crying hopelessly.
He couldn't bear it when he first saw it, but after seeing it more often, he knew that this was normal and nothing worth paying attention to. Who made these farmers so stupid?
However, the farmers here in Xujiajun seem to be different.
The old man really didn't seem to know how to count, but the little grandson he brought skillfully took the handful of vegetables and left the convenience store, and the two of them continued to go deeper.
Here, the frequency of Xu Jiajun's appearance has obviously increased. They wear straps of various colors on their wrists, with each color representing a function.
The red one is responsible for security patrols, the green one is responsible for the carriages and horses on the street, and the blue one is responsible for maintaining the order of the vendors in the market.
Under the jurisdiction of Xu Jiajun, itinerant vendors are also managed in an orderly manner. On the commercial street, there is another alley where vendors set up stalls. In this alley, there are farmers who come from surrounding villages to sell fruits and vegetables.
There are also hunters who have hunted prey.
A woman from the city wearing a Xujiazhuang four-bag suit came with a basket to buy vegetables. The vegetable vendor was an old man over fifty years old, leading an eight or nine-year-old grandson.
The woman picked a handful of vegetables and handed them to the old man to weigh.
Weighing?
Qi Zhou was surprised to see it.
In the county town of Zhuojun, there are very few weighings, and they are usually calculated by portions, because the farmers are illiterate, can't read scales, and don't know how to do arithmetic. For calculations of slightly larger amounts, they have to find someone else.
The vendor asked for confirmation.
Because of this, he has seen too many scenes where farmers were deceived by cunning customers because they did not know how to calculate, squatting in the corner and crying hopelessly.
He couldn't bear it when he first saw it, but after seeing it more often, he knew that this was normal and nothing worth paying attention to. Who made these farmers so stupid?
However, the farmers here in Xujiajun seem to be different.
The old man really didn't seem to know how to count, but the little grandson he brought skillfully took the handful of vegetables and left the convenience store, and the two of them continued to go deeper.
Here, the frequency of Xu Jiajun's appearance has obviously increased. They wear straps of various colors on their wrists, with each color representing a function.
The red one is responsible for security patrols, the green one is responsible for the carriages and horses on the street, and the blue one is responsible for maintaining the order of the vendors in the market.
Under the jurisdiction of Xu Jiajun, itinerant vendors are also managed in an orderly manner. On the commercial street, there is another alley where vendors set up stalls. In this alley, there are farmers who come from surrounding villages to sell fruits and vegetables.
There are also hunters who have hunted prey.
A woman from the city wearing a Xujiazhuang four-bag suit came with a basket to buy vegetables. The vegetable vendor was an old man over fifty years old, leading an eight or nine-year-old grandson.
The woman picked a handful of vegetables and handed them to the old man to weigh.
Weighing?
Qi Zhou was surprised to see it.
In the county town of Zhuojun, there are very few weighings, and they are usually calculated by portions, because the farmers are illiterate, can't read scales, and don't know how to do arithmetic. For calculations of slightly larger amounts, they have to find someone else.
The vendor asked for confirmation.
Because of this, he has seen too many scenes where farmers were deceived by cunning customers because they did not know how to calculate, squatting in the corner and crying hopelessly.
He couldn't bear it when he first saw it, but after seeing it more often, he knew that this was normal and nothing worth paying attention to. Who made these farmers so stupid?
However, the farmers here in Xujiajun seem to be different.
The old man really didn't seem to know how to count, but the little grandson he brought skillfully took the handful of vegetables and left the convenience store, and the two of them continued to go deeper.
Here, the frequency of Xu Jiajun's appearance has obviously increased. They wear straps of various colors on their wrists, with each color representing a function.
The red one is responsible for security patrols, the green one is responsible for the carriages and horses on the street, and the blue one is responsible for maintaining the order of the vendors in the market.
Under the jurisdiction of Xu Jiajun, itinerant vendors are also managed in an orderly manner. On the commercial street, there is another alley where vendors set up stalls. In this alley, there are farmers who come from surrounding villages to sell fruits and vegetables.
There are also hunters who have hunted prey.
A woman from the city wearing a Xujiazhuang four-bag suit came with a basket to buy vegetables. The vegetable vendor was an old man over fifty years old, leading an eight or nine-year-old grandson.
The woman picked a handful of vegetables and handed them to the old man to weigh.
Weighing?
Qi Zhou was surprised to see it.
In the county town of Zhuojun, there are very few weighings, and they are usually calculated by portions, because the farmers are illiterate, can't read scales, and don't know how to do arithmetic. For calculations of slightly larger amounts, they have to find someone else.
The vendor asked for confirmation.
Because of this, he has seen too many scenes where farmers were deceived by cunning customers because they did not know how to calculate, squatting in the corner and crying hopelessly.
He couldn't bear it when he first saw it, but after seeing it more often, he knew that this was normal and nothing worth paying attention to. Who made these farmers so stupid?
However, the farmers here in Xujiajun seem to be different.
The old man really didn't know how to count, but the little grandson he brought with him was very skillful in holding the handful of vegetables.
