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Chapter 42 - 42 42 Bones are more expensive than sweet potatoes_1

42: Chapter 42: Bones are more expensive than sweet potatoes_1 42: Chapter 42: Bones are more expensive than sweet potatoes_1 Wancheng City’s railway station.

On the eve of the Chinese New Year, waves of people rush out from the tiny exit, endlessly, and the vast railway station square is bustling with comings and goings.

Just off the train, some of the people who have been bustling about outside can’t change their accent for a while.

They speak their hometown dialect mixed with foreign accents, their faces filled with the joy of returning home.

In the end, regardless of how glamorous or down-trodden people are, they all eventually revert to their hometown dialect.

On the left of the station square is a two-storey market for small commodities, and on the right, a street full of bookshops.

Diagonally opposite the square, across a road, is the central bus station.

The roadside from the railway station square to the bus station is lined with all kinds of small stalls.

Yan Fei had already inquired.

The busiest place in the city was this area.

He had flown over this place more than once at night and had even hovered around here for a while, only to be questioned for a long time by a police uncle on night duty in the nearby guardhouse.

At that time, the police uncle insisted on sending him home, and he had to spout a lot of nonsense before the police uncle believed that he had not run away from home.

Early in the morning, he had carried two large snakeskin bags, and found a good spot at the corner on the side of the station square facing the road.

He was ready to start his new money-making career.

He thought he had come early enough, but in just a short while, all the empty spaces around him had been filled.

The goods on the small stalls beside him opened Yan Fei’s eyes—it was a myriad of things and nothing was not available.

From the “Story Club” to “Qigong Secrets”, from various Chinese medicinal materials to children’s toys, and even the cure-all ancestral secret recipes, true or false jade products.

There were also items that were clearly carved from wood.

The seller insisted they were magical decorations blessed by a master.

Their miraculous effects were even more significant than those of the ancestral secret recipes next door, and their prices were many times more expensive than the ancient jade passed down from the Han Dynasty on the neighbouring stall…

When the sun lazily climbed up, Yan Fei had a premonition: had he come to the wrong place?

There was an array of things for sale around, and even more people coming and going; everyone was buying something, but he was the only one there selling yams.

The people buying things didn’t even ask him about his yams.

By the time he was getting a bit hungry, Yan Fei stood up and ran over to the stall selling baked buns and bought four or five of them.

“Young man, are you here to sell yams?” the woman selling the buns asked him as he was paying.

“Yeah, these are all fresh.

Look how big they are, I thought about selling them in the city to earn some tuition money.” Yan Fei replied while munching on a bun.

“You should go sell your yams at the central market!

It’s right in the city centre.

Just go straight from that intersection over there, turn right at the third intersection, and you’ll get there in no time.

If you’re not sure, just ask for directions along the way.

Nobody’s going to want to buy yams here unless you roast them!”

“Why doesn’t anyone buy them here?”

“Everyone here is rushing to catch a taxi, who would bother lugging a bunch of dead-weight yams around?

Besides, these things aren’t valuable.

They’re a dime on cheap times, and even now they’re only two dimes.

Why bother with this stuff?

You might sell some at the central market now, but don’t expect to sell any here!”

Yan Fei was instantly devastated.

Indeed, many people here had traveled hundreds or thousands of miles to come back, who would buy a pile of pig feed to take home?

As he was munching on his bun and looking around, even the stall selling magical decorations blessed by the master had two people negotiating prices, but he hadn’t made a sale yet.

However, he still held a glimmer of hope and hesitated whether to stay or go.

Looking around, he suddenly noticed that not far away there was an uncle who was actually just selling a bone.

What they call extreme boredom is exactly this.

Yan Fei couldn’t help but go over and ask, “Uncle, can bones also be sold?”

The uncle sneered, “Tiger bone!

Ever seen one?”

Yan Fei shook his head honestly, “Never seen one, what’s a bone good for if you sell it?”

It was not yet the peak of passenger flow, and there was no business yet, so the uncle did not mind continuing the idle conversation with Yan Fei, “It’s very useful!

Just say soak the tiger bone in alcohol, it can cure rheumatism and waist and leg pain as if you were playing…”

The uses for tiger bone was too numerous, and Yan Fei couldn’t memorise them all.

He was just puzzled, “If this thing is so magical, how come it can be sold?”

The uncle spread out his palm and spread out his five fingers, “Five yuan!”

Then he retracted four fingers and shook one finger vigorously, “One tael.”

Yan Fei reacted with confusion before finally understanding, “Five dollars per obol?”

The uncle withdrew his finger, crossed his legs, and ignored him altogether, as zen as an old monk.

What pissed Yan Fei off wasn’t his indifference, but the fact that despite the dubious nature of his item, there were actual people coming over to inquire about the price and effects.

Although the person who came inquiring didn’t buy it because of the high price, Yan Fei looked at his sweet potato stand and realized he hadn’t made a single sale yet, making him incredibly upset.

He had prepared a brand new scale for it.

The Old Scale of Song from Sancha River town, a hundred-year-old brand, was an excellent new scale, yet it was utterly redundant.

Upon looking at the Tiger Bone uncle not too far away, it seemed that he would make a deal soon.

He was currently holding a small steel saw, sawing the bone with a screech and carefully gathering the saw dust, appearing very deliberately heart-broken.

Yan Fei was starting to get angry.

He didn’t understand Han Dynasty jade products or spiritual artifacts blessed by masters, so he didn’t comment on them.

However, he believed with conviction that it was definitely a cow bone, at the very least, it definitely wasn’t a tiger bone.

Why, he had seen a lot of leftover bones discarded beside the Pterosaur’s nest, and there were other dinosaur bones of various sizes on the island, all better than his alleged “tiger bone”.

Just thinking about how the swindlers were doing better business than him was intolerable!

Looking at the large, fresh sweet potatoes on his stall, Yan Fei had an idea.

Ignoring his stall, he shifted his attention to the Tiger Bone uncle’s stand.

He went up and closely examined the bone several times- the uncle had just successfully completed a transaction, and he sneered at Yan Fei.

Having done that, Yan Fei turned and left.

He didn’t return to his stall but headed into a narrow alley selling books.

After a while, he came out with a shabby snakeskin bag.

Just as he returned, the bread-selling aunty called out to him with a middle-aged man in tow, “Young lad, where were you?

Quick, quick!

I found you a sweet potato buyer.”

The mid-aged man looked reluctant, “Are the sweet potatoes yours?

How much per catty?

If it’s cheaper, then I’ll take them!”

Yan Fei had long given up on the idea of making money from sweet potatoes, and couldn’t even be bothered to quote a price: “Uncle, you decide the price.

My sweet potatoes are pretty big, just mention your price?”

The sweet potatoes from the island were genuinely large, at least larger than the ones he usually saw, with the big ones being twice the size of ordinary sweet potatoes.

However, when Yan Fei mentioned their size, uncle seemed more upset, “I grill sweet potatoes for a living, the larger they are, the harder it is for me to sell.

Who could finish such a large grilled sweet potato?”

Then he turned his head to complain to the aunty, “Sister Hongxi, you see the business you found me?

Do you think I’d lack this stuff?

I can buy a bit by the roadside every day, it’s enough for me to sell!”

Yan Fei became even more irritated, but the aunty tried to convince him, “The child came here alone to sell sweet potatoes, it’s tough.

Why don’t you buy them?

Helping him out is a nice deed, it’s the Chinese New Year, give them a helping hand.

The market price is two dimes, how about you take the whole lot for one and a half dimes?”

The last part was addressed to Yan Fei, who just nodded in response.

He was not willing to carry them around anymore.

Despite his strength, the two big bags of sweet potatoes weighed over 200 catties.

It was inconvenient to place them on the island as it was crowded with people, and carrying them around was exhausting, luckily he was strong enough, or else other people would not manage even to drag them.

The middle-aged man unwillingly inspected the sweet potatoes for a long time and finally nodded, “Okay, measure them out, however much there is, I’ll take.

Wait for me to get my cart.”

In a short while, the middle-aged man came over pushing a flatbed cart.

At the center of the cart was a big oil drum converted into a sweet potato grill with charcoal on one side and sweet potatoes on the other.

Yan Fei had previously weighed these sweet potatoes and knew they weighed over 230 catties.

He was now so disheartened that he couldn’t bother to weigh them again.

“Uncle, I have already weighed these at home, they’re over 230 catties, should we just agree on 200 catties?”

The middle-aged man, having bought sweet potatoes for many years, knew Yan Fei wasn’t lying.

He just nodded.

“Fine, put them on the cart for me!”

The bun seller aunty who managed to facilitate the deal seemed rather satisfied, and told him with a cheerful smile, “Young lad, I won’t help move them, hurry and go back to mind your stall.

And remember not to sell here in the future!”

Yan Fei thanked her.

Although the uncle wasn’t very willing, he didn’t let Yan Fei move them all by himself.

It took them quite some time to load all the sweet potatoes onto the cart.

After sending off the grilled sweet potato uncle, Yan Fei stuffed the thirty yuan he earned for the sweet potatoes into his pocket and reached for the broken bag he brought earlier.

He retrieved a bone, a large hammer, and a metal plate from the snakeskin bag.

The bone was a little larger than the “Tiger Bone” the uncle not far away had, and it had a shine to it, making it look far more appealing than his product.

Yan Fei spread out the snakeskin bag again, placing the metal plate onto it, then put the bone on that.

He then sat down cross-legged on the ground.

Well, if you want to act, I could act too!

Let me show you how an old monk does it!

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