Zhao Yan finished counting the coins and put them back into his pocket. The two of them hoisted their back-baskets, ready to head over to the bone broth noodle stall they had visited last time to have their midday meal.
Setting off at the crack of dawn, selling their goods, and matching wits with people—even though it was mostly just talk—left Zhao Yan feeling completely drained. Right now, he was both starving and parched.
Many of the small street vendors had already packed up, leaving only a handful behind.
Chapter 48