The Chosen One

"I say, what's the matter with you kids? He was kind enough to remind you that the price is too high, yet you're still glaring at him! I think, with your price, you definitely won't be able to sell it. Looking at your clothes, you must be from the surrounding villages! Do you really think that you can sell whatever you make? What a joke! Old woman, I think you should take your random stuff home and feed it to the pigs today! Hehehe..." The old woman who was selling embroidery on the other side sneered.

She sold her own embroidered shoes and handkerchiefs. She was bored at home and liked to come out and chat with everyone. She was not the kind of person who lacked money.

"You, you're the one who can't sell them! You, don't talk nonsense!" Gu Xin was about to cry.

If they couldn't sell them, her father wouldn't be able to pay back the money he owed. People would even come and bully them.