In a drowsiness, I only felt that someone was holding her in my arms.

"Hey, are you still alive?" The young man had a very nice voice, with a childlike voice that had not completely changed his voice, and he was obviously very young.

Tang Yourou closed his eyes, frowned and asked, "Who are you......"

I always felt like I had heard his voice somewhere.

The man did not reply, "It looks like you're still alive." It's your luck to meet me, otherwise you'll be sold to the Faculty Division. ”

In the distance, there was a shout of catching fast.

When the righteous and brave little brother heard the sound of catching fast, he was obviously panicked, and even his breathing was a little shorter, and he said to Tang Heju: "Hey, you just said that you arrested this person, don't confess me!" ”

“……？”

With a light side, the man left, and Tang Yourou fell weakly into a pile of broken bamboo baskets.

Mommy......

Do people in this era throw little girls around casually?

Can't you just let her lie on the ground?

The arrester arrived to take the traffickers into custody, and she was carried back to the stall in front of the Meixiang Pavilion.

After a while, when she opened her eyes again, she saw her younger siblings with their two little heads leaning around her, crying snot and sloppy.

Passers-by pointed at her and told her about her battle of wits with the traffickers.

Now everyone knows that the little girl in the pot throwing stall also saved a child from the traffickers, and her fame has become even louder.

Catcher was talking to the child's mother and asking what had happened. The little boy cried and clung to his mother's thigh, never daring to part with her again.

Tang and Rou sat up and looked around at the hustle and bustle, only to see that several crockpots had been put away by their younger siblings.

She hurriedly urged them: "You two continue to set up stalls, leave me alone." ”

Yesterday, two crockpots earned more than 20 taels, and they were scared away by Jing Gongzi. Today, the fame has been made, and a total of five crockpots have been placed, all of which are collected for three coins of silver. Even if you remove the cost of a few boxes of gouache, you will have to make a profit of at least sixty or seventy taels of silver.

According to the plan, she wanted to scrape together the eighty taels of silver for repairing the main house today, and go to the old craftsman to lose money!

But now most of the day has passed, and I have only earned more than 30 taels.

This pot throwing game can only make a quick buck. As long as you know the rules, it is easy to be imitated, and in about two or three days, there will be many counterfeit stalls, and the customers who come to her place will be diverted in large numbers.

If you don't make money now, your profits will be greatly reduced in the future.

And after all, businessmen are ninth-rate, showing up all day long and bargaining with people. You can meet human traffickers this time, but what if you encounter other dangers another day?

Just these two little fools, even talking to Yu Kuai can shake into chaff, it is impossible for her to find another livelihood by herself, and put the young lady and Dou'er in the county town to set up a stall.

"Sister, this is given to us by Uncle Kuai, he said that you caught the trafficker on the wanted warrant, this is the bounty." Tang Youniang took out three large silver ingots of ten taels from the pouch and handed them to Tang Yourou.

Tang Yourou was stunned, took the silver, and was speechless: "......"

Can it still be like this?

Can this money be counted in today's profits?

It is said that the trafficker did not die, but only had a twisted neck. Under repeated questioning, the trafficker confessed that a young man had beaten him down.

When she came back to find Tang and Rou, she was a little panicked.

It's not that the official authority is too big, but she feels that the thirty taels of bounty can't be kept.

As a result, Zhu Kuai just took a lot of vellum with portraits and asked her to recognize people. Most of these people are the wanted criminals posted on the walls.

Probably suspecting that the righteous man would give such a heavy hand, obviously he knew martial arts, and he avoided the official errand, not a good citizen.

But at that time, Tang and Rou were really dizzy and couldn't answer the quick question.

The thirty taels of bounty were not taken away in the end.

……

And so it was a mess and another day passed.

After closing the stall, they went to the East Market and spent a few taels of silver in the grocery store to replenish the prizes for the pot throwing game. Clothes and straw hats were replaced with everything that could be bought in the city, and rice and noodles were bought from vendors.

Even if the stall can't be given away, they can consume it themselves.

Tang and Rou originally wanted to take their younger siblings to rest in the inn in the county seat for a day, not going back and forth. But when I went to the hotel and asked, I learned that it cost a few taels of silver for a night. The Chase shop is very cheap, and three people are crammed together for only one penny each.

But Tang and Rou took a look at the Chase Shop, stood at the door and smelled the smell inside, and then retreated.

Most of the people who live in this kind of place are men who come to work and just want to make money, and they don't pay attention to hygiene at all. Even at this time, there were few people in the Chase shop, and the bed still smelled of sweat in every thread, and it made people cry.

Tang and Rou didn't mind the three of them spending money to sleep in the guest room for one night, but the young lady felt sorry for the money. She'd rather travel than waste her money here. Dou'er listened, and she also followed the example of her second sister and decided to save the money.

Back and forth, rushed early in the morning.

On the third day of the stall pitcher, the passenger flow was the same as yesterday. Sure enough, there are stalls for pot throwing games in the west and east markets. These people imitated Tang and Rou, shouting at passers-by to go and play, and even the rules were similar to her. In the afternoon, there are more such stalls, and even some women come to set up stalls with their children in their arms, even if they only put a pot and only earn dozens of dollars, they are all happy.

At the end of the third day, the turnover returned to twenty taels of the first day.

This is still a lot of repeat customers who dislike the wooden thorns on the sticks of other stalls, dislike that other people's prizes are not affordable, and dislike the owner of the pot but broke his promise, so he came back.

Many passers-by are a little weak to the rules of the pot throwing game, and simple gifts such as big meat buns can no longer inspire them.

Tang and Rou closed the stall: "Do you know what the marginal effect is?" ”

Tang Youniang shook her head, dazed.

"If a beggar is given a big meat bun, he will be grateful. But if he is given food every day, he will raise his psychological expectations and feel that the meat buns will not satisfy him. That's what these people who play pitchers are. If you cast a few more times, they will know their level, and even if the prize is good, they will have a pessimistic idea of 'I can't vote'. And those repeat customers will eventually feel that it is better to go directly to the store to buy it after spending so much money on the pot. ”

Tang Dou'er pretended to understand and nodded solemnly.

In fact, the silver in his hand was enough to go to the old carpenter to order a house, and Tang and Rou were worried that if something else happened, they would need money. So he decided to save this principal so that he could use it for other businesses.

The three of them, like the previous two days, stored the sackcloth bag in the Meixiang Pavilion and left Nanshi.

As he walked, he saw a few catchers and soldiers walking along the road.

"No stalls are allowed the day after tomorrow."

"Don't come tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, the city will catch the assassins."