If a small peddler shouts every day to their customers that what they're selling are family heirlooms, only a fool would believe them. Given that Xiao Yao had visited this place several times before, she had a good impression of these small traders. So, unless someone saw Xiao Yao as a fool, they wouldn't claim to be selling their family heirlooms because they all just saw her as an easy target. As long as Xiao Yao was interested in an item, sometimes they would sell it without haggling over the price.
"Miss, I also have many antiques here that were freshly collected from remote rural areas. Come have a look!" another trader called out to Xiao Yao.
Standing to the side, Zhu Lili was a bit perplexed. Why were they all shouting at Yaoyao?
Zhu Lili asked curiously, "Yaoyao, why are they all loudly hawking their wares at you? Why are they so blatantly ignoring me?"
Xiao Yao chuckled and said, "I suppose they think I look like an easy target!"