Young Master Yu the Second (Second Update)

Feng Jun left Eldest Deng to guard the place before hurrying to the night market.

However, by the time he arrived, the disturbance had already ended. Two people were lying on the ground, howling in pain.

After asking around, he learned that someone had taken issue with Feifei's stall and wanted to squeeze her out.

Feifei's stall had only a few boxes of cigarettes, making it look pitifully sparse. Her prices were high as well: two silver dollars per pack, or two hundred copper coins per jin. Compared to the loose tobacco leaves sold for sixty or seventy copper coins per jin, they were outrageously expensive.

As a result, she could not sell much in a night. On a lucky night, she might sell two or three cigarettes; on an unlucky one, she would sell nothing at all.

She did occasionally sell whole packs. Bao'er had bought two packs for the guards, but that was all.

Her business was poor, yet she occupied the best spot, directly beneath a xenon lamp.

She was not the only one selling tobacco at the night market. There were more than ten stalls selling tobacco leaves.

Strictly speaking, this night market was not particularly lively. It was simply too remote, with little foot traffic and limited spending power. Though there were nearly two thousand people, three to five hundred of them were vendors.

Often, tobacco sellers could not sell their tobacco at all, so they would take some leaves to the neighboring tea stalls and trade them for a bowl of tea... No matter what, both our businesses have made a sale, right?

The storytellers had it even worse. After telling stories all night, they would often receive two slices of watermelon, a handful of melon seeds, or even a single straw sandal... If