As soon as Chen Mu finished shouting, a group of people immediately surrounded him.
Can you make it cheaper?
"Yes, yes, your fish smells bad..."
"Twenty copper coins is the most!"
"Buy it if you want, or get lost!" Chen Mu shouted deliberately in a rough voice.
"Give me one!"
"Three strips! Here's the money!"
"Line up, line up, buy one by one! Otherwise, get out of here!" Chen Mu waved his hand and shouted.
Thirty copper coins can only buy three catties of white wheat now.
This is salt-cured meat, and each piece weighs almost two pounds.
Thirty copper coins are very cheap.
No matter how much he shouted, the crowd continued to surround him and make a ruckus.
"You dare steal!" Chen Mu reached out and grabbed one of his hands. With a snap, he dislocated the wrist.
Aww!
A scream
