Otaku's beauty doppelgänger

Chapter 8
Maybe many people in the city don't know the existence of the country fair, or they have only heard of it but never experienced it.

Bazaars are markets in the countryside or small cities where goods are bought and sold on a regular basis. Generally, the venues are located around the vegetable farms in the towns. However, with the development of the economy and the abundance of materials, this type of market has gradually disappeared. In a vast area and a large population The scattered countryside can barely survive, but it can't be seen in larger cities, and compared with more than ten years ago, the scene is much more deserted.

When he was young, going to the market was a great joy for Ye Han.The town where he lives holds a rally every five days, starting on the second day of each month, then the seventh day, and so on.

On the day when the market opens, most of the villagers from all over the world will come here. It is not an exaggeration to say that there are huge crowds of people. The streets are full of human heads. Compared with the overcrowded BJ Badaling Great Wall during the National Day, it is not inferior.

The market sells everything, from the most common chicken, duck, fish, melons, fruits and vegetables, snacks, to spring and autumn gowns, summer short-sleeves, winter sweaters, as well as pots and pans, kitchen knives and chopping boards, hoe poles, Glasses, toys, cockroach pills, and rat poison, in short, there are only things you can't think of, and there is nothing you can't buy.

People who sell goods are also particular about them. There are fixed booths, which are formally paid to the market management department, and no one can move them; there are mobile booths, which are also acquaintances in the market, and generally have fixed positions, and occasionally they are occupied by others. , Just move around, or squeeze with others, wait for the management staff to come to collect the booth fee, get the invoice, and then you can sell things with peace of mind.

There is also a kind of stalls that fit in with each other. They are usually nearby villagers. After they produce things in their own fields, they take advantage of the market to exchange some money to subsidize their families. Because they have few things, they can find an open space. They started selling, so the gaps between the big stalls were filled by them, and these people are older people who have lived on this land for decades, and the folks in the big hometowns have never No one will deliberately embarrass them.

The last category is also the worst, that is, those who push small carts full of snacks like mahua, or hang a wooden box on their chests, which contains candies, almonds, raisins, etc., as they go with the crowd, While yelling and selling.

They carry a lot of things, walk slowly, and stop at random in the middle of the road when they meet someone shopping, causing traffic jams. What's more, they never pay booth fees!Therefore, it has become the key target of the market administrators, and they are often driven away. However, there are too many people in the market, and it is impossible for the administrators to keep an eye on them. Often, after being kicked out from this side, they immediately change direction and go from the other side. Drilled in, and then continued to yell as if nothing had happened.

However, this type of vendor was also Ye Han's favorite when he was a child, and most of his pocket money was earned by them. There was no way, who made children greedy the most.

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At five o'clock in the morning, the sky was pitch black, and there was a drizzle of rain. The rainy days in autumn are always very cold. Ye Han tightened his clothes and turned on the light in the kitchen in the dark.

After a "click" sound, the orange light instantly filled the small room. The excess light also spilled out from the cracks in the window sill and door, bringing a little light and a little warmth to the dark land.

After finishing dressing up, Ye Han took out a yellow raincoat from the storage cabinet, put it on carefully, and waited until everything was submissive, then took out the big black mask, put it on, and then turned up the raincoat hood, Wrap your head up.
Seen from the outside, Ye Han was covered in a raincoat, like a yellow isosceles triangle, completely covering her graceful figure.Only a pair of Yingying Qiushui are still exposed, but it doesn't matter, Ye Han has his grandma's presbyopic glasses in his pocket, and it will be fine if he wears the glasses and keeps his head down, so as not to meet other people's eyes.

Ye Han grasped both sides of the bamboo basket with both hands, and gave a coquettish drink, and hundreds of catties of oranges burst out in response.

One trip, two trips, with the help of the headlights, Ye Han easily moved the two baskets of oranges into the trunk, stuffing them to the brim without leaving any gaps.After closing the trunk, he saw that Lao Huang was already squatting outside the co-pilot's door. From this posture, he was planning to go with Ye Han.

"Old Huang, I'm going to sell oranges, you can't follow me, be good, go home." Ye Han coaxed softly.

Old Huang was unmoved, still squatting there, sticking out his tongue happily.

"Go home, or I won't have anything to eat today!" Ye Han's voice was stern.

Old Huang was still unmoved, squatting there, sticking out his tongue happily.

"You bastard!" Ye Han was helpless, and stepped forward, picked up the wet old Huang, turned around and walked towards the house, then used up the strength of the boss, and put his hand on Lao Huang's forehead to prevent him from letting him go. He came out, closed the door with one hand on the handle, and finally left it at home.

Seeing Lao Huang's black nose constantly protruding from the crack of the door, Ye Han couldn't help but cursed with a smile: "Damn guy".

When Ye Han arrived in the town, the sky had already brightened. Although it was still dark, he could already distinguish the faces of nearby people.There are already stalls around the vegetable market, and people who make a living from this are never lazy.In the light rain, little lights came on, and in the refraction of the rain, it was a little hazy.

Ye Han didn't drive the car into the inner circle of the market, but parked at the end of the street.After all, her stall is a one-of-a-kind stall, and she is a newcomer, so it is better to find a corner in peace and quiet. With such a large crowd, there will always be people wandering here. It depends on God's will to sell more or less.

Ye Han found an empty eaves and moved his two baskets of oranges in. Although there would be rain falling in from time to time, it was better than being directly drenched by the rain.After putting away the ponytail, Ye Han sat down with his back against the wall, and stuffed the small electronic scale and a stack of plastic bags under the raincoat, looking like a little yellow duck from a distance.

After a while, the sky became brighter, but the rain did not decrease, it was still falling, and the scattered stalls around gradually filled up, but it was at the end of the street after all, so it was still much sparser than the inner circle of the market .

Around Ye Han, there were a few more uncles and aunts selling fresh vegetables.The people here are all people on the fringes of the market, and they are not familiar with each other, so everyone is silent, just brushing off the water drops that fall in from time to time.

A solitary figure across the street caught Ye Han's attention. It was an extremely thin old woman, with her back bent, her body huddled up, and she was trembling slightly, probably because the over-stitched commoner clothes couldn't block her. Live in this cold autumn!

There was no eaves on her booth, and she was directly exposed to the autumn rain, so she could only hold an old black umbrella to barely cover herself and the large basket of potatoes in front of her. The umbrella was placed very low, as if to Push the old man into the ground.

"How do you sell oranges?"

The sudden voice of inquiry interrupted Ye Han's gaze, and Ye Han, who came back to his senses, had no time to pay attention to him, and hurriedly started her first transaction.

The rain is still falling, and I don't know when it will stop, just like some people, who live their whole lives, have been drenched in the rain all their lives, and never know what the sunny day after the rain looks like.

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(End of this chapter)