After the man and woman left, Li Long was about to tidy up around the wooden cabin. He had not been here for two days, after all, and the nighttime winds had piled plenty of grass debris on the wooden floorboards out front.
Some of the leaves on the shade canopy had blown off too. Fortunately, the covering was thick enough that sunlight still did not penetrate it.
He had Mingming and Haohao come out to play beneath the canopy while he took the big broom and prepared to sweep the place.
He had barely swept twice when someone else approached from the south.
This fellow was quite a powerhouse, carrying a sack more than half full of fritillaria in one hand and another full sack over his shoulder.
Had he brought everything he had gathered over the past fortnight or so?
Li Long swept faster, barely finishing the floorboards before the man reached the counter.
This was another stranger.
Li Long propped the broom against the wall, clapped the dust off his hands, and came over to ask:
"Cash or supplies?"
"Cash for this sack," said the burly man, who stood a full 1.8 meters tall, indicating the full sack. Then he set the partially filled sack on the counter. "Supplies for this one."
"Let me heft them and check the weight," Li Long said, taking the sack. "Then we'll look at the quality, and I'll give you a price. How does that sound?"
"Fine." The burly man brushed back his hair. His haircut was strange: both sides were cropped sparse and ragged, as though a dog had chewed them, while the top was quite long, especially the fringe.
Who knew what bizarre hairstyle that was supposed to be.
Li Long guessed he had cut it himself in the