Someone else just bought a basket.
The old man by the roadside looked at the three baskets left beside him and was puzzled—
A brother from his village had trouble walking, so he asked him to bring them to town to sell on his behalf. Wasn't he just leisurely carrying a load of baskets over there? How had he almost sold out before even arriving?
He hadn't heard of a market fair in town, so why were so many drivers passing by?
Before the thought had fully formed, he saw another car follow the previous one and stop as well. The driver, equally perplexed, stared at the baskets for a while and, after inquiring about the price, decided to buy one too.
Thinking quickly, he shouted towards the distant riverbank: "Wu Lei, I'll watch the cattle and sheep for you. Ride your bike home and tell your grandpa to bring more baskets."
A lean and strong young man lifted his head from the riverbank: "Sold out so soon? Alright, my grandpa's been crafting at home; he's made a good hundred baskets."
