After packing up, the two held hands and headed home under the envious gazes of the surrounding vendors. Someone couldn't help but admire: "Sold out on their very first day. Impressive."
Another voice chimed in, sourly: "Just beginner's luck."
"Yeah, and look at their tiny carrying pole. They probably didn't bring much anyway, so of course they sold out. Not like us regulars, we always bring a lot, estimating for a whole day's sales."
"True."
"Drop it, why care about them? Selling a little or a lot, selling out or not, that's their business. Let's worry about our own stalls first."
"..."
Ewan and Asher Ryder didn't care about the noisy vendors; the two strolled leisurely back home. Along the way, seeing a few people riding water buffaloes toward the fields, Asher Ryder narrowed his eyes slightly. In the village, those with buffaloes or cows often hitched them to wooden carts to use as transport.
