The Love of Passerby A

Chapter 370 The Landlord in the Variety Show (69)

On the other side, after the first batch of fish came ashore, Su Xiangran and Yu Yan drove a three-wheeled electric vehicle, pulling large buckets filled with fish, to the nearest market.

There are many differences between here and the vegetable markets in the city.

The market is bustling with people coming and going.

Here, the dialect varies from place to place, and people at the market communicate with each other in their local dialect.

Both parties can understand what the other party means, but there are always some differences in the tone and intonation when some words come out of their mouths.

Such a strange scene made Yu Yan, who had lived in the city since childhood, somewhat uncomfortable.

Moreover, the local dialect has a warm and soft tone. Yu Yan saw with her own eyes a sturdy man bargaining with someone in an almost "coquettish" tone.

I also saw that the two women had angry expressions on their faces, but they spoke in gentle tones.

"That." Su Xiangran reminded, "They are arguing."

"Using such a soft voice to quarrel?" Yu Yan was somewhat unable to accept it.

Su Xiangran smiled without further explanation.

"Sister Su, where should we set up our stall?" Yu Yan looked at the busy vegetable market and felt that everywhere seemed to be a good place to set up a stall, but there seemed to be no place to put their things.

After looking around, Su Xiangran found the crew's camera in a corner.

"If we take this road, we will find the place arranged by the program team." Su Xiangran directly asked a PD who was following the filming to stay and watch the car, and then took Yu Yan forward.

In fact, you can also search by bike, but you are afraid that you may miss the clues on the road because you are going too fast.

Sure enough, the two of them found the stall within a dozen meters. On the stall was an advertising poster of a certain brand, the program sponsor.

"Sister Su, you are so awesome." Yu Yan said admiringly.

"Although I don't come here often, I know that the stalls here are fixed." Su Xiangran explained, "And in order to protect the interests of fishmongers, there are generally no more than two fish stalls in this market.

But look, as we walked along just now, did we see anyone else selling fish? "

Before Yu Yan could say anything, someone stood up from the side.

"You are amazing, little girl." The man praised with a smile, "I am the manager of this market, and I am here to help you set up the stall today."

"Then I'll drive the tricycle over here." Su Xiangran asked Yu Yan and PD to wait for her here, and then returned to where she was just now.

The fish and another PD who was following the shooting were brought over on an electric tricycle.

Along the way, Su Xiangran had taken a comprehensive look at the situation in the market. She was so busy looking for clues that she did not carefully observe the surrounding environment.

Because there was a large flow of people, the tricycle drove very slowly.

This also allowed the PD in the car to take pictures of the market.

The market streets are lined with stalls displaying a wide variety of goods. Although it is not in the city, the goods here are still very complete.

The vegetables and fruits look like they have just been picked and seem to emit the fragrance of soil. There are not many varieties, but they are fresh.

In the supermarkets or vegetable markets in the city, the chickens and ducks are basically slaughtered, but here there are lively chickens, ducks and geese, clucking and waiting for customers to choose. I just don’t know if they help slaughter them here.

"Ms. Su, would you like to help kill the poultry sold here?" the PD asked curiously.

"If there is such a demand, it can be met." Su Xiangran added, "However, many people bring the animals back home to kill them. When we have hot pot, we use duck blood, but here we can also eat chicken blood and goose blood.

Therefore, many people take it home and kill it themselves, cut the neck to let the blood out, add a little fine salt, and eat it after it solidifies. "

PD nodded to show that he understood.

It is called a market, of course it does not only sell vegetables, but also some clothes with local characteristics. Different from those big brands in shopping malls, those colorful clothes are hung on the racks and flutter in the wind.

Perhaps they had known that a "TV station" would come to film today, so the stall owners were shouting their wares enthusiastically, and even when bargaining with customers, their faces were filled with simple smiles, and they lacked the swear words that they usually used.

In fact, the villagers were worrying too much. The PD probably didn't understand what they were saying at all.

Of course! The camera captured more than just the market scene.

More people are going to the market.

They shuttled among them, some carrying backpacks, some carrying bags, carefully selecting the items they needed.

The children were playing and laughing in the crowd excitedly, holding the snacks they had just bought and shouting, "Look! I bought this!"

In fact, rural markets like this are not only a place for shopping, but also provide people with an opportunity to communicate.

Folks from the same village greet each other here and share their daily lives.

At the corner of the market, there were some old people sitting together, talking about the harvest and family matters.

This is a picture of the real world.