Chapter 57： New ad (1/2)

It was already in the second half of September, and the heat gradually began to subside. The breeze blowing in the air even began to be mixed with a hint of coolness.

On the trees beside the road, the original thick green leaves began to hang a trace of bright yellow, which was blown by the wind, and occasionally dropped one or two pieces.

However, in such a cool autumn weather, Ferriman still sweated a lot, and all the blouses he wore were soaked, and it was uncomfortable to stick to the body.

This is also a no-brainer. Anyone who dragged two hundred kilograms of wheat from Ireland to Bangta City and continued to catch up with the road of nearly 30 kilometers, I am afraid that they all got a sweat.

In fact, he didn't need to make himself so hard, because from the day of the autumn harvest, the McGrady Chamber of Commerce, which specializes in food business in Bangta City, has sent people to the village to buy. Most of the wheat harvested by most farmers in the village is almost all. They were sold to them.

Ferryman did the same in the past few years, but this year he chose to ship the harvested wheat to Bangta City for sale.

The reason is very simple. This year he suddenly heard that if the Irish village sold directly to the purchaser, the price per kilogram would be lower than the three copper coins sold in Bangta City.

If you count more than two hundred kilograms of wheat, you will have to lose almost seven or eight silver coins.

Perhaps for the nobles in Bangta City, seven or eight silver coins are simply falling on the ground. They are lazy and look at the existence. Even if the villagers in the Irish village are mostly too careless, they are almost all I chose to sell the wheat directly to the McGrady Chamber of Commerce in the village.

However, for a poor family like Ferman who still has three children in his family, seven or eight silver coins are a summable money that cannot be ignored.

The other villagers felt too hard, but Fehrman insisted that he dragged the wheat to Bangta City in order to sell seven or eight silver coins.

A cool breeze suddenly blown, making Fehrman feel a lot cooler.

He temporarily put down the handlebars, picked up the towel and wiped the sweat, ready to rest.

Anyway, the city walls of Bangta City are already far away. At this time, there is still some time from noon, but it does not need to be too anxious.

After looking up and wiping off the sweat on his face, Fehrman's eyes unconsciously fell to the distant city of Bang Ta, but suddenly snorted.

Outside the four walls of Bangta City, there has always been a tall giant signboard. Not only the residents in Bangta City have long been familiar with it, but even the ordinary farmers in the villages outside of the city of Freman know it. Chu, every time he came to Bangta City because of something, Feelman couldn't help but look at the sign.

Nothing else, just to see more of the beautiful and noble girl above.

But this time, when Freman habitually looked at the sign again, he found that the pattern on the sign changed.

On the previous brand, in addition to the beautiful girl, there is a pattern of the new flying magic fan.

When I first saw the painting on the sign, Fehrman was already deeply attracted.

In addition to remembering the beautiful girl, he also remembered the new flying magic fan, and made a secret decision in his heart, as long as the home is a little more affluent, you must buy a new flying magic fan to bring back, also Let the three children in the family enjoy this cool breeze on a hot summer day.

However, on the huge picture above this huge sign, the beautiful girl familiar with Fehrman is still there, but in addition to her, there are two other young girls.

Although the two girls are not as beautiful as the girl, they are equally beautiful, and a lively and beautiful, quiet and beautiful, and give people a different feeling.

The three girls on the screen are surrounded by a table. From the dishes on the table, they should be preparing to eat.

But in the middle of the table, there was a quirky cylindrical iron vessel. The girl with a lively, round face was holding a spoon, and a spoonful of scooping from this quirky iron was still aroma. Rice.

”What is this?” Ferriman looked at the picture with a sullen look, thought about it, and guessed something. “The previous picture was an advertisement made by the New Flying Chamber of Commerce to the new flying magic fan. Then this picture should also be an advertisement? But what is this strange thing? Why is there still cooked rice?”

There are two lines on the sign in addition to the picture. Unfortunately, Freiman does not recognize the word. Finally, driven by curiosity, he pulls a middle-aged man who seems to be passing by.