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In the early morning, a few glimmering pink sun rays were trying to stretch themselves deep into the dense night fog, a few footsteps walking on the dirt road broke the mysterious quiet atmosphere of the night. In the distance, several water vendors sat on a charcoal stove to cook early tea in time
A few fishmongers have been sitting at the wharf since midnight to wait for a new catch to get a price. On the edge of the road, butchers with a lot of pork, beef, chicken, ... were set up very early so that the women who went to the market could come back early for breakfast...
The sky is getting brighter, the smell of sticky rice from the boiling food stalls fluttering from the beginning of the market lane as if enticing a few fish and meat merchants to come out from the early morning with nothing to eat. The market began to be crowded and bustling, from the hamlets below, vegetables, tubers, fruits... the goods lying in baskets and baskets were transported to the market by the merchants. The whole market was bustling, starting a fierce battle of words of buyers and sellers, sometimes losing 1 or 2 silver coins, there were also some women who were generous with the price and took it right away, not a contract, there were also Viewers clicked their tongues and left, leaving behind the whispers of the merchants who were not sure if they were whispering or talking nonsense. The children went to school early, led each other with a few silver coins, rushed to the market to buy gifts and cakes, some just looked at them lustfully and talked a few sentences and then left...
Midday, the market began to slow down, the market-goers soon dispersed to all directions to leave the market, the fish, meat, and vegetable stalls were still fresh in the morning and jumping in the air, now all gone thanks to their hands. and the careful selection eyes of good housewives. In the market, there are only a few poor women who have to sit down and pray to God that there are housewives who sleep late but have to bear to take a few bundles of vegetables and empty fish to fit the market. The waitresses gathered a few burnt coals to try to light a small fire to keep the water warm and wait for the customers to come to the restaurant at noon to take a sip of water...
At noon, the sun rose over the top of the head, the sun was hot, hot, and the rancid smell made the whole market like immersed in a thick atmosphere. The market is closed.
