Qiao Lingxiang nodded constantly when she heard Lu Zhengqing's words and said seriously:

"Brother Zhengqing is lucky to be in trouble. Brother Zhengqing is so awesome."

Hearing Lu Zhengqing smiled with smugness.

He turned his head and looked at Qiao Lingxiang's stall. The only few watermelon knives left were left. He asked:

"All sold?"

"Yes, daggers are the best to sell. Many people buy them home to protect their wives and daughters,"

Qiao Lingxiang sat on the stone stool, fiddling with the remaining watermelon knife, and answered Lu Zhengqing.

Lu Zhengqing, who was sitting on the stall, said to Cen Yi behind Qiao Lingxiang:

"Brother Cen, this dagger is so easy to sell. Otherwise, you can put some patterns on the scabbard and take more care of the women's market?"

Cen Yi, who was on his legs, sneered, indicating that he was too lazy to do it, and lifted his eyelids again. He glanced at Lu Zhengqing and sneered, "I don't want to miss him."

Lu Zhengqing poked Qiao Lingxiang.

Qiao Lingxiang, who was fiddling with the watermelon knife, was full of doubts and looked over slowly and asked:

"Is there anything wrong? Brother Zhengqing?"

Lu Zhengqing looked at Qiao Lingxiang, who had no tacit understanding with him, and asked with her peach blossom eyes:

"Xiangxiang, do you think it would be better to add some patterns to the scabbard?"

Qiao Lingxiang, who felt completely unnecessary, felt Lu Zhengqing's expectation and nodded hesitantly.

“Yes~~”

"Look, Xiangxiang feels so!"

Lu Zhengqing immediately clapped his hands and leaned over to Cen Yi and squatted, smiling like a male vixen, and said:

"Brother Cen~~Yeah~~???"

This sweet voice made Cen Yi's face look ugly all of a sudden. He shook his goosebumps all over his body, looked at Lu Zhengqing with cold eyes, and spit out a word.

"roll!"

"Zhi~"

Lu Zhengqing rolled onto another stool and sat down, then went to talk to Mi Ranyi.

Perhaps because the news of Xiangcheng Hospital and Xiangcheng Middle School had already spread, the people's hearts were fluctuating, and there were a little more people in the trading bank.

So, Lu Zhengqing, who had not set up a stall, talked to Mi Ranyi while watching the stall owner who wanted to set up a stall and whether they had occupied their stalls. If so, he would go up and tell them that this was their stall.

He looked like a tyrant bull was over.

After a while, when it was time to have lunch, Qiao Lingxiang was counting how many energy coupons they had earned, and then turned around and said to Cen Yi:

"I see there are people selling roasted sweet potatoes over there. Brother Cen Yi, I'll buy you some roasted sweet potatoes."

Cen Yi said "Yeah", and the game was extremely fierce on his phone. He did not look up, but he came out with a hand and handed Qiao Lingxiang a dagger. The sheath was engraved with a few very simple patterns, and said:

"Take it to yourself and shout it if you have anything, brother can hear it."

"good."

Qiao Lingxiang took the dagger handed over by Cen Yi and looked carefully. The small one was about the same size as an utility knife, but the utility knife was easy to break, and the dagger made by Cen Yi was very hard and sharp.

It is indeed better for girls to put in their sleeves to protect themselves.

Cen Yi raised his eyes and saw that she liked her, he smiled, frowned and explained,

"Stop selling, it's made for you."

His hands were shaking a little, but he didn't say it.

Because he wanted to make a dagger that was harder, sharper and better metal quality than other daggers, he was just so busy that he used up a little bit of supernatural energy that he had finally accumulated after eating two bowls of dumplings in the morning, and he was overdrawn a lot.

Now I feel a little shaking, my feet are weak, my attention is not so focused, and I feel a layer of cold sweat on my back.

But if such things are said to harm the face of his man, they naturally cannot say them.

"Thank you, Brother Cen Yi."

The chubby girl smiled cutely, just like a white bun, her voice was soft. Compared to Lu Zhengqing's deliberately and pretentious coquettish sound, it sounds so good that the flesh on her face was probably soft.

Cen Yi was also happy to see it, but he only waved his hand and signaled that she could go.

After Qiao Lingxiang packed up her dagger, she walked to the stall selling roasted sweet potatoes and asked the price. The stall owner who sold roasted sweet potatoes immediately got up and greeted Qiao Lingxiang very attentively.

Said:

"This, I don't want your money anymore. I'll give you two sweet potatoes. Can you... exchange a dagger with me?"

The trading bank is very big, but there are not many people coming to set up stalls now. Cen Yi’s stall is at the most conspicuous door of the trading bank.

Although the stall selling roasted sweet potatoes is not bad at all.

The trading bank has just started to do it, and the stall owners who come here to set up stalls can apply for a good stall.

But Cen's stalls for several boys can be said to be the most golden positions in the entire trading bank. Whether you enter a trading bank or go out of a trading bank, you have to pass through their stalls.

Therefore, the stall owner who sells sweet potatoes kept watching Cen Yi and Qiao Lingxiang sell daggers.

There was a look of embarrassment on his straightforward face and said to Qiao Lingxiang:

"That's right. I have a daughter who is studying in a middle school in the suburbs..."

His family lives outside the city and grows a sweet potato field at home. This time he goes to the city, he sells some inventory in the cellar. Because his daughter wants to study and does not have energy coupons, the school outside the country does not provide accommodation.

So the stall owner went to the city to sell some sweet potatoes to earn energy coupons.

This girl is in the suburbs and it is not safe to walk home at night every day. Even if she stays, she is afraid that she will encounter some bad things in this world. So the stall owner became interested and wanted to buy a dagger for her daughter.

Just, use it for self-defense.

After hearing this, Qiao Lingxiang touched the dagger hidden in her sleeve. It was definitely not sold. Cen Yi said that it could not be sold, and even if it was beaten to death, it could not be sold.

So Qiao Lingxiang said:

"Then wait, I'll go back and see if there are any daggers."

She turned around and walked towards Cen Yi, and just saw the door of the trading house. A group of boys with various hair dyed in, laughing and making noise.

Several of the black-haired boys saw Qiao Lingxiang, who was so large at first sight, and approached Yuedian's ear, pointed at Qiao Lingxiang, then looked at Cen Yi, who was sitting on the stall at the door, shut up and stopped talking.

Qiao Lingxiang felt that these boys with black hair looked familiar. After thinking about it, she suddenly realized that they were the boys who were stolen from their phones yesterday, following Cheng Tian.

I met the boy in the lead, who had a very non-mainstream meaning, with a tattoo on his chin, looking at her with disgust and mocking expressions.
Chapter completed!