The girl had been sitting here for a long time, but no one had come to ask for a price. She was too shy to approach anyone herself. When she heard someone finally walk up, her eyes lit up and she opened her mouth to speak.
But when she looked up and met Old Nine's leering gaze, she immediately lowered her head in fear.
Old Nine brazenly sized up the girl's face and figure. Only when her face flushed crimson did he finally speak with a smirk, "How much for these two chickens?"
Hearing his question, the girl forgot her fear. Her grandmother had a fever and had been bedridden for two days without eating. She had no money to take her to the hospital. The only things of value at home were these two old hens, and she was hoping to sell them to buy medicine for her.
"These chickens are very plump, over five pounds each. I've taken good care of them. They're three dollars apiece. If you buy both, I'll knock twenty cents off the total."
