Shuiwawa quickly picked up the fan, not seeing (smelling) enough yet
Xia Houlin'an carefully protected her, looking under her feet. As soon as the broom came, let her go; the broom swept horizontally, and she avoided it; the broom stroked vertically, and she avoided it horizontally; the broom circled in circles...
"Let, let, let, let..."
The sweeper clung to Xia Houlin'an's feet and kept shouting, very energetic
A look of pride on his face: Let you offend me, let you be a rich man who doesn't understand the situation, let you have time to go shopping and have money to buy Tan's wooden fans, let you...
"My fan..."
The fan seller was lying on the stall and shouting quickly, "A precious fan costs three or four gold. For ordinary people, one or two years is enough for them."
He was worried that Shui Wawa might have accidentally dropped the fan on the ground and it would get dirty, or that it would get damaged due to crowds; if there was another owner who refused to admit his debt, the losses would be huge.
He kept shouting and didn't dare to leave the stall.
A scoundrel walked over and bumped into several people who were busy making way. They squeezed left and right and finally managed to pass.
A little hunchback came from behind, trying to drive people away in a hurry, clanging, clanging, clanging, clanging, clanging, and no one knew how many people he bumped into.
He knocked people around, stepped on their skirts, and lost their shoes and handkerchiefs.
The scene was chaotic...
"madman!"
Some scholars who were pushed aside patted their clothes and scolded them.
"Redneck!"
A lady looked at the back of the little hunchback with disdain
The fan seller was a little anxious, staring intently at his precious fan. As for this drama that had to be performed countless times every day, he had no interest at all.
The sweeper was no longer impatient to play, so he left the scene leisurely with a dustpan and went to another place to have fun.
It was noisy, but it was a little quieter.
It was very quiet, and even the people around it felt a little less, as if they had evaporated from the world. Even the noisy voices stopped instantly.
Soon, louder footsteps came, chaotic and overbearing...
"Old man, we want the fan!"
A loud voice shouted from not far away
"That kid, put down the fan quickly and don't touch it!"
Two cold voices pointed their fingers directly at Shui Wawa.