So he let Li Mingyue pull him through the market, weaving back and forth as they searched everywhere.
Their persistence paid off. After searching around, they actually found a little stall selling those hats in a secluded corner.
Three or four Roe Deer Head Hats of different sizes were laid out on the stall.
Overjoyed, Li Mingyue picked up the smallest one and eagerly put it on, turning this way and that before a blurry bronze mirror beside the stall, her face beaming.
Cui Jiuyang picked up the largest hat on display and tried it on. It actually fit just right, neither too big nor too small.
The stallholder was an honest-looking, middle-aged man. Seeing how much the two liked his hats, he gave a simple smile and held up five fingers, gesturing as he jabbered away in the Oroqen language.
Cui Jiuyang could not understand him and asked in confusion, "What do those five fingers mean? Five silver dollars? Or five dou of rice?"
The man did not quite understand him either, so he could only keep jabbering.
Just then, a young man from the caravan came over. His home was in Genhe, and he dealt with people from various ethnic groups year-round.
He knew a little of the Oroqen language, so he and the man jabbered back and forth for quite a while.
Then he turned to Cui Jiuyang and said, "Mr. Cui, he wants five sacks of grain for these two hats."
"Don't worry, I've already settled it with him. You two go back to the caravan first. I'll bring the hats to your carriage later."
Once Cui Jiuyang and Li Mingyue had gone some distance, the young man looked at the Oroqen stallholder and smiled helplessly, speaking with a mixture of gestures and jabbering. "Uncle, it's