The repairs to the courtyard wall really did take two days.
For the past two days, Qin Fang had gotten up early and practiced his stance in the main room... Afterward, he would leave the courtyard and wander around...
Life here really was much freer than it had been in True Martial. He could go out whenever he pleased, and nobody would stop him. He also didn't have to worry about his refugee status being exposed and causing trouble, so naturally he wanted to see what the market was like.
...He'd been attacked on his very first day here, so he needed to get a feel for the area.
That was how he learned what the markets in this world were like.
The docks were not far from the courtyard Xu Meng had arranged for him, and the fish stalls were beside the docks. Every day, large numbers of fishermen came there to set up stalls and sell their catch.
They had two options for selling their catch. The first was to sell it directly to the fish stalls... Behind the stalls stood the Fish Dragon Gang.
The trade-off was that they'd be offered a very low price.
Every day, the Fish Dragon Gang sent people to transport the catch elsewhere... It wasn't clear exactly where, but it was probably True Martial County or some middlemen.
Besides, the stalls didn't buy every fish. They only bought large fish that weighed at least a certain amount.
They wouldn't buy smaller ones.
Even if they reluctantly agreed to take them... they'd drive the price down even further.
The other option was to sell the fish themselves.
They didn't have to worry about finding buyers... Not everyone who came to the market was a fisherman. Plenty of locals came to buy supplies, too.