There are many people setting up stalls in the trading square.
Food, clothing, supplies, medicinal materials, weapons, armor...all kinds of items are available.
However, there are no high-end goods, and most of them are not worth a few dollars.
In this kind of free trading square, valuable things cannot be sold.
In Leicheng, slightly higher-end items can only be sold in the shops with better reputations on East Street.
However, even in the so-called high-end shops here, there are many things that people from other continents would look down upon, except for the local furs, medicinal materials, ores and other raw materials in Beichen Continent.
The place where Mo Wenchen, Su Lingfeng and others chose to set up their stall was in the middle of the Free Trade Square, the busiest area.
Xiao Minglang and three other guards divided the work and cooperated, washing potatoes, cutting potatoes, skewering potatoes, and roasting potatoes. The cooperation was very tacit.
Mo Wenchen's face looked a little unnatural, and he was brewing emotions. The task he was assigned was... to call for business!
Su Lingfeng, on the other hand, was sitting leisurely aside. Her task was the most comfortable. She just had to be responsible for eating. If you want customers to accept a novel food, you must first make them feel at ease.
So she, the person who tasted the food on the spot, was actually quite crucial.
Slice the potatoes, insert them with a skewer, and roast them on the charcoal stove. Brush them with oil while roasting. Soon, they will become charred on the outside, tender on the inside, and golden brown.
Just looking at it makes people want to eat, not to mention the extremely tempting fragrance wafting in the air.
Some passers-by who were shopping couldn't move when they smelled this fragrance. They gathered around their stalls and looked at them, but they didn't dare to come forward and ask.
"Miss, please try it." Xiao Mingliang handed Su Lingfeng a bunch of roasted potatoes and swallowed involuntarily.
It’s really… so delicious!
In fact, last night, Xiao Mingliang and the three guards had already tasted it when they were trying to bake it. It tasted so good!
Just after tasting this wonderful food, people can't resist the temptation of this delicious food.
As for where their master got such food, although they were confused, they did not ask.
Su Lingfeng took it unceremoniously, lowered her head and blew the hot air, then took a bite, chewing with an expression of great enjoyment.
Nodding, yes, it’s delicious. The craftsmanship of these people is much better than yesterday.
Seeing this girl from the mainland in the east eating such weird food, many people in the crowd watching the excitement couldn't help but swallow their saliva quietly.
However, no one came forward to ask or buy at first.
There are people who want to try it, but they are afraid of the price!
Su Lingfeng nudged Mo Wenchen, who was standing there awkwardly, with his elbow, and signaled him with his eyes: What are you thinking about! Call for business!
"Cough...cough..." Mo Wenchen cleared his throat several times, opened and closed his mouth twice, but still couldn't open his mouth.
Su Lingfeng couldn't help but roll her eyes. This man who has always been thick-skinned actually has times where he feels embarrassed? It's really strange!
In the end, Mo Wenchen still didn't shout out, but waved to a guard who had just washed the potatoes and whispered a few words in his ear.
The guard nodded, turned and left.
After a short time, the guard came back, holding a wooden board and pen and ink in his hand.
Su Lingfeng looked at the posture and knew what Mo Wenchen wanted to do. The corner of his mouth couldn't help but twitch. Then he concentrated on eating the food in his hand and ignored Mo Wenchen.
Sure enough, just as Su Lingfeng thought, Mo Wenchen took the pen and ink and wrote a few big characters on the flat wooden board in Dalu Common Language: Delicious baked potatoes, only one copper coin per bunch, welcome to taste!
After finishing writing, place it in front of the stall.
Mo Wenchen breathed a sigh of relief and sat down next to Su Lingfeng.
He was very satisfied with the solution he came up with.
However, after the sign was put up, there were still no customers. Those onlookers gathered around their stall, pointing at the sign written by Mo Wenchen and talking in low voices.
Mo Wenchen listened carefully to what those people were talking about, and his handsome face turned red with embarrassment!
The reason is: those people are asking each other what the sign says, but they don’t know it!
"Pfft..." Su Lingfeng on the side finally couldn't help it and burst out laughing in a disgraceful manner.
When eating at that restaurant yesterday, Su Lingfeng discovered that there were not many literate people among the Heita tribe. It was really funny that such a smart person like Mo Wenchen came up with such a stupid way to attract customers.
Xiao Mingliang and several other guards were also trying hard to hold back their laughter, and it was very hard.
Mo Wenchen held the shelf and sat there, holding his head straight. He thought with a glimmer of hope: It's impossible not all of them can read, there will always be someone who can read, wait, wait...
If you really don’t understand it, then... then... then just risk it all!
Fortunately for Mo Wenchen, there were indeed some literate people in the crowd who read out what was written on the board, and everyone finally understood what it meant.
In fact, Heita people are very persistent in food, otherwise, a small food stall would not attract so many Heita people to watch.
But still no one came forward to buy it, they all didn't really believe it.
Potatoes?? What are those? They have never heard of such a food.
It smells really good. You should be able to eat it. The girl from the east side of the mainland is eating it.
However, such delicious and novel food can be sold so cheaply? Only one copper coin per bunch??
The onlookers talked a lot, but no one dared to be the first buyer.
At this time, a little boy from the Heita tribe squeezed in from the crowd.
Judging from his height and build, he is probably as big as an eight or nine-year-old boy from the ordinary tribe. However, the Black Step clan members are all very tall and strong, so I estimate that this child is only about three or four years old.
This little Heita kid was obviously attracted by the scent. His eyes were staring straight at the greasy roasted potatoes on the grill. His feet moved closer and closer involuntarily, and drool was already flowing from the corner of his mouth.
He raised a little black hand and wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth. He didn't wipe it clean. He raised his hand and wiped it again, but the more saliva he wiped, the more saliva he wiped.
The little guy frowned in annoyance, and finally stopped wiping it, letting the saliva drip and drip.
Su Lingfeng signaled Xiao Mingliang to bring her another bunch of baked potatoes.
He handed it to the little guy from the Black Tower tribe, "Want to eat?"