"Shopkeeper, are you buying mountain goods, fresh ones without a scratch?"
The person hadn't even entered yet, but their voice had already carried inside.
But this voice...
Was also deliberately spoken in a very rough tone, completely losing its original crispness.
"Mountain goods? What kind of mountain goods?"
The Shopkeeper poked his head out from behind the counter, looking at Xiaomi who had just walked in, his brows slightly furrowed.
A little kid, what good things could they have?
Xiaomi didn't care if he underestimated her or not, and directly lifted the bamboo basket: "A three-pound black snake, want it?"
The Shopkeeper, who was thinking of sending her away if she couldn't say anything good, was instantly surprised upon hearing this.
"A three-pound black snake? Really? Let me see?"
Saying this, he tossed aside the ledger in his hand and dashed out impatiently.
