After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 222

Jun naturally saw the depression nearby, pausing in thought.

In order not to make a bigger commotion, he asked another person to separate and make another stall.

This person happened to be Ansel, who got the best deals by virtue of being the relative of the owner, accompanied by a few better-off fellows.

But Ansel enjoyed the crowd more so he got an assistant to sell his stuff for him. Opening their spaces, he transferred some of the items to the other’s space without revealing anything to the outside world.

Of course, such ’remote’ transfers also cost some money, but they were really a hassle to carry.

Seeing that the goods were settled, Jun turned to look at the rich crowd simmering in impatience.

"We may no longer have a lot of food products available, but we do have items for luxury, still expensive even in our territory because the production isn’t mature yet. For those who have currency in gold, please come with me."

The hopeless people at the back brightened and followed. There were surprisingly more than a hundred people who still had a lot of surplus gold coins.

This stall was much more peaceful and only needed a few guards, and the crowd was only because there were still a lot of curious bystanders.

The privilege made the rich customers stick out their chest, a little proud.

But then the items to be sold were revealed. They flinched and someone even coughed violently when they saw the new items being offered, and they immediately lost their bearing.

Bolts of fabric in several colors, as well as sewing kits, were taken out, and it made these people’s eyes widen.

You must know that while they were much better off than others, they were almost the same in terms of how unsightly their clothes were. At best, they could only wash it more than others.

Leather could be done, but it was too hot and uncomfortable!

But now they see bolts of cloth!!!

"We are selling a bolt of cotton, 1 meter width and 3 meters in length, for a lump sum of 5 gold each." The salesman said with a smile. "Hemp cloth as well, albeit a lump only costs 80 silver per bolt."

Then he showed a wooden box opening to show a few spools of threads and needles.

"For now, we offer two thread weights for each available color and different needle sizes and types."

"We will soon offer threads and needles for crocheting, quilting, and the like."

"This particular sewing kit cost 10 silver."

Metal was still difficult, so the needles for now were made of beast bones, delicately carved by their artisans.

These people did not even hesitate and paid immediately, afraid that they’d lose stocks again.

Those who bought handled the cotton and saw the quality was not bad. One of the customers, advanced in age, was particularly more noticeable because the way he checked fabric reeked of expertise.

Jun’s eyes couldn’t help but follow the man as he got out of the crowd to go somewhere less dense.

He gently unrolled the two bolts (one was allowed for cotton and two for hemp).

The man’s fingers traced its texture feeling for any irregularities. He looked closely for any imperfections, and he checked for the consistency of the weave.

He also lifted it to check its weight and density, and pretty much stuck his eyes on the fabric to see the selvage and the edges.

With an unchanged expression, he waved them to see how fabric draped and fell. He nodded, seeming satisfied with how the fabric held its shape. Finally, he held it against the light to see its translucency.

The man’s eyebrows rose, he combed back his white hair, and gaped at the items.

Naturally, the quality could not compare to Terran’s, but he didn’t even expect to see anything of the type so soon.