Quick Transmigration: Legendary Figures of the Ages

(twelve)
It always works out.

She could see clearly that Xiang Yu was not hopeless.

At least for her, a master who appeared out of nowhere, after prostrating, he was sincere.

In this way, after two days of preparation, Xiang Yu went out with his handmade wooden utensils.

Xiang Yu's expression was extremely dull, like a taut drumhead. He found an empty seat on the long street, leaned against the wall, and stared at the pedestrians coming and going.

He also wanted to peddle loudly like other small vendors and attract customers with a smile on his face, but he found that his mouth was sewn shut today, unable to utter a sound, and he couldn't curl the corners of his mouth at night.

Tall and strong like an iron tower, pedestrians can't help but shy away.

Sun Song: ...

Sun Ge, who was watching secretly not far away, found it funny.

I feel that this is not for business, but for punishment.

The sun above the head is rising higher and higher, dispelling the coolness of late autumn.

The long street is becoming more and more bustling, and the air is full of faint fragrance and noisy noise.

But for Xiang Yu, the excitement belongs to others, only the loneliness belongs to him.

Is it because the wooden utensils he made are not delicate enough?
There were people all over the street, and few people stopped in front of his booth, and even looked away from a distance, dragging their companions to hide away.

He just wanted to sell it to earn some copper coins, and he didn't want to kill anyone!

Xiang Yu was indignant, his expression became more and more serious, and there was an imperceptible evil spirit.

As a result, pedestrians run faster.

In the middle of the sunshine, pedestrians on the long street went home to eat one after another. Small vendors took out dry biscuits from the baskets they carried with them and filled their stomachs with water.

Xiang Yu wiped the sweat from his forehead, he was also very hungry.

The most important performance is that he can't stand still, and has already sat on the ground regardless of his image.

Xiang Yu glanced intentionally or unintentionally at the small vendor beside him, as if the rough dry biscuits were the best delicacy in the world.

The small vendor couldn't swallow it any longer, turned his head, took out another dry biscuit and handed it to Xiang Yu carefully.

Xiang Yu: ...

Xiang Yu's face was hot, and he didn't know whether to answer it or not.

"Eat, eat."

Xiang Yu took the pancakes and swallowed them abruptly one by one.

"Thank you, brother, Yu must thank you very much."

The peddler looked at Xiang Yu's outfit, a poor-quality coarse cloth, his long hair tied behind his head, no gold or jade accessories, only a dead tree branch.

Thanks again?

What can I thank you for?
The small peddler waved his hand indifferently, perhaps because of love, the peddler’s fear of Xiang Yu weakened a little, he sighed, and persuaded him earnestly, "Little brother, since you are a marketer, your mouth must be sweet, and your waist must be sweet." Bend, the heart has to live."

They are mere peddlers and pawns, not even serious businessmen.

"It's impossible to open like you."

"If things go on like this, how will they support their wives and children at home?"

Xiang Yu twitched the corner of his mouth stiffly, he understood the reason.

"Yes, just laugh."

"Your smile is too cold and hard. If you raise the corners of your mouth and narrow your eyes, yes, that's it."

"It seems that it is more friendly."

"peace brings money."

The small merchant took the opportunity to point out.

Smiling all over the face, even if it's a superficial smile, is also effective.

"Not only do you have to laugh, but you have to sell with your voice."

"Compared to selling what's in your hands and continuing to live as a family, dignity is nothing at all."

"I'll call, you come and learn."

For those bottom-level people like them, it takes all their energy to stay alive.

There is no energy to care about the other things.

"Do not miss passing through."

"Come to my place and have a look, opportunities don't come every day."

"Use with confidence, buy boldly."

"If you can't buy it, you will lose money, if you can't buy it, you will be fooled."

Under the ardent gaze of the small vendor, Xiang Yu finally choked up his throat all morning.

hoarse, muffled.

The small vendor couldn't help but frowned and sighed in disgust.

"You have to be confident, otherwise how can you convince people that your stuff is good."

Xiang Yu pursed his lips, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and began to repeat it verbatim.

"What about passion?"

"What about the expression?"

“One also has to create a feeling of dynamism and passion.”

"Just imagine that you're doing what you most want to do right now."

As soon as these words came out, Xiang Yu's aura became even more frightening.

What he wants to do most is to lead thousands of troops to fight against Qin.

The small vendor shivered suddenly, even the hot sun above his head couldn't dispel the chill in his heart.

"Don't think about it!"

The small trader had lingering fears and reminded tremblingly.

What the hell is this thinking about?

"Just empty out all your thoughts, smile and shout at the top of your voice!"

It's better to laugh than to scare people to death.

From the looks of it, the little brother next to him had a wealthy family, but he was still reduced to a street peddler.

Bitter.

He suffers, everyone suffers.

Under the guidance of a small vendor, Master Xiang, who had been busy all day, finally opened his shop just as the sun was about to set.

Xiang Yu looked at the copper plate in his hand with mixed feelings.

difficult!
so difficult!

It turned out that it was so difficult to survive.

Xiang Yu tilted his head and asked the peddler who was pouring water into his throat, "Didn't the head of Guizhou own the land and admit that the land is privately owned?"

"Why don't you farm?"

The small vendor hissed softly, looked around, and lowered his voice, "Farming?"

"As long as the local dignitaries get through with the officials, they can legally take all the land they originally occupied. This land is still in the hands of those honorable and powerful people. We even lose our own land in name."

"If you want to farm, you have to rent the land from the rich and powerful."

"In this way, both government taxes and taxes must be paid to the rich and powerful."

"When God rewards the food, there may be some surplus food, but if there is a slight natural disaster, even the two heavy taxes will not be enough to pay."

"I worked hard all year round, and in the end I still owed the rich and powerful rents and taxes."

"Difficult."

The more the peddler talked, the more he sighed, and Xiang Yu's heart became heavier and heavier.

The rich have nowhere to stand, and the poor have no place to stand.

It is right or wrong to use the head of Guizhou as its own land.

In fact, as the peddler said, he and his uncle fled away without land, but they were never short of money.

Not because they can touch stones into gold, but because they are in collusion with the powerful.

As the sun was setting, Xiang Yu looked at the last ray of light in the sky, and once again remembered the question Master asked her.

Does he want to be the savior of the nobles, or the hero of the common people in the world.

The one emperor of the ages that the master said should have chosen the common people in the world.

But, in the end, a hard life is like fetching water from a bamboo basket in vain, and no one thinks half of it is good.

Aristocrats deserve to live, so can people like small traders just crawl along?