Chapter 219 A Joke

"What? Five Wen a catty? Are these herbs accepted for 25 Wen a catty? You only pay five Wen a catty?"

Zhang Guicai was still lying down, and only Mrs. Zhang and Li Zhaodi were in charge of the house. It is not easy for women to entertain distinguished guests, so the big owner of the herb business came to the door. Mrs. Zhang invited Zhang Xiangquan, the patriarch of the Zhang clan, to support the scene.

Zhang Xiangquan thought he was the patriarch of the Zhang family, and the distinguished guests from the state capital could sell him some face.

The results of it!
Not only did he not sell the herbs for an extra penny, but he heard a low price of five cents a catty.

"This kind of common medicinal herb is prone to mold and insects if it is piled up too much. It costs five cents a catty. It's for the sake of Mr. Yin and shopkeeper Lin."

Boss Lin had no expression on his face. He glanced at Zhang Xiangquan's old face with contempt, turned around and walked out the door.

Haizi, his entourage, yelled at Zhang Xiangquan angrily: "My master is in big business, and he doesn't like business that doesn't have a hundred taels of silver in it. We agreed on five cents a catty, so I came all the way to see it. If you don’t sell it, tell me sooner, don’t delay my master’s money and fortune.”

Boss Lin and his entourage, who came from the state capital, left as soon as they said they had left, and they had already got up.

Dong Shi, who was watching the bustle beside Zhou Yunzhu, froze for a moment, as if it was as exciting as it could be.

"I heard that Li Zhaodi has been saving money to see her aunt these two days."

Zhou Yunzhu gloated and said: "The boss from the state capital is willing to pay a high price of five cents a catty for the herbs you dug. Hurry up to dig the herbs..."

"you……"

Dong held her breath in her throat, regretting more and more for offending Yeran.

Boss Lin and his entourage opened the curtain to get into the carriage, but Li Zhaodi and Mrs. Zhang chased them out and shouted, "Dear guest, distinguished guest, don't go, five Wen a catty, agreed, just five Wen a catty..."

Now it's not Li Zhaodi, is her mother-in-law willing to sell?

Are people willing to accept it?

Didn't you hear what the guy said!
His family's master is in big business, and he doesn't look down on businesses that don't have a hundred taels of silver to enter. This medicinal herb is only five taels of silver per thousand catties, and it takes a lot of effort to find a vehicle and boat to transport it out of Xiushui Village.

Who is willing to take that trip money?

Li Zhaodi and her mother-in-law are willing to sell it, but they are still unwilling to accept it.

Zhou Yunzhu watched a farce, Li Zhaodi and her mother-in-law, in order to sell the thousand catties of medicinal herbs, dragged Boss Lin from the state capital to refuse to let go.

When encountering such shrews, Boss Lin had no choice but to agree to take those herbs.

Li Zhaodi and Mrs. Zhang insisted on a deposit before they let go. Boss Lin took a tael of silver as a deposit, and their mother-in-law and daughter-in-law fought over the tael of silver.

I heard that the big boss came to the state capital, and a bunch of people watched the excitement outside Zhang's house.

Li Zhaodi and Mrs. Zhang were still making money-grabbing jokes. The patriarch Zhang Xiangquan was so angry that his face was livid, and he knocked on the ground a few times, letting his son Zhang Guibin walk away in a rage.

Seeing the people who bullied Ranniang's family so miserable?

Zhou Yunzhu was overjoyed, and shouted outside the fence of Ye Ran's house: "Ran Niang, Ran Niang, guess what joke I saw?"

The salesman Lu has already delivered the clay pots, and Yeran has picked some flowers and plants from the back slope to make dyes, and is painting orchids on the pots with a brush.

The pokeweed slices collected last time and yesterday are enough to boil a hundred cans of ointment.

It's just that there isn't enough mint on the backyard slope.

Upon hearing Zhou Yunzhu's voice, Ye Ran put down her work and went out to greet her: "Have you picked any mint yet?"

 It's too cold, my hands are frozen, and my brain is also frozen. The beauties come to count the tickets and encourage them. I need a little heat...

  
 
(End of this chapter)

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