Chapter 57

After hurrying, it was still a bit late when they arrived at the vegetable market.

Now at the end of March, the weather is getting warmer, and the vegetables in the vegetable market are becoming more and more dazzling.

As soon as Song Tan set up the basket, she saw the neighboring vendor staring at her eagerly.

Since that time he bought a bunch of Chinese milk vetch with twisting and turning, the neighboring vendor has been guarding the large pile of vegetables in front of him every day, but still has to look over with that tangled look, and she is used to it now.

Speaking of which, the vegetable vendor is also bitter in his heart.

The vegetables of the girl next door, he couldn't forget after eating them once. But he is also selling vegetables, buying from the neighbor, isn't that helping the enemy? What would the customers think?

So he fights in his heart every day, various tangles. When he finally made up his mind to buy...

Forget it, people have closed the stall.

Today he is still trapped in this tangled circle, turning a blind eye to the tender little cabbage in front of his stall.

Song Tan saw it inadvertently, but was a bit greedy.

After all, for her, the Chinese milk vetch with spiritual energy is also Chinese milk vetch. After eating for so many days, she is really a bit tired.

And little cabbage is different.

The taste is crisp, without a trace of astringency, the growth cycle is short, and it can be harvested in ten or twenty days at the fastest, and there is chicken feather vegetable, which grows a large handful...

If you use spiritual energy to urge it, maybe it will be almost two weeks.

Looking at it this way, the Chinese milk vetch will end one after another in about a week, and then there will be a gap of a few days, let the customers calm down for a few days, save more money, and then—

Proper green vegetables attack!

Song Tan made a decision on the spot:

Urge Qiaoqiao to dig the vegetable garden well this afternoon, and sow seeds at night!

The two hundred jin of Chinese milk vetch brought today are still very popular.

Since there is no need to weigh, the money is also an integer. Everyone pays by scanning the code familiarly, and the cash Qiaoqiao received recently has become less.

His movements are becoming more and more proficient now. As long as he doesn't speak, you can't see any problems. The aunt-in-law Mao Li wandered around the vegetable market for a while, and seeing a group of people crowded in front, she couldn't help but lean over.

"Hey, what are they doing?"

She asked a vegetable vendor in front, and on one hand, she familiarly broke off a leaf of the little cabbage in her hand.

The vegetable vendor was also watching, and replied subconsciously:

"Selling Chinese milk vetch, 20 yuan a jin..."

The words spoken were both sour and greedy.

However, looking at the aunt's actions in front of her, he couldn't help but roll his eyes: "Hey, hey, hey, why are you breaking my little cabbage? If you want to buy, buy it."

Mao Li said righteously: "I want to buy vegetables, this old leaf definitely can't be wanted. I'll break it first, don't worry, I will definitely want what I broke."

The vegetable vendor stopped her: "I said big sister, the little cabbage of this season hasn't grown up at all, where are there any old leaves? If you buy, buy it, if you don't buy, don't spoil it."

Mao Li was angry: "Who said I don't buy, I'm buying it, aren't I? How much is a jin!"

"Six yuan five."

"Tsk," Mao Li sighed: "You vegetable sellers are getting more and more black-hearted. If this is given away for free in the countryside, no one will want it."

There are many such people in the vegetable market, with big gold chains and small bracelets, and they have to break and pull for a long time to buy vegetables.

The vegetable vendor also raised his voice: "Then we are not from the countryside? Besides, the vegetables of this season are at this price, if you don't believe it, look at the whole market."

Mao Li failed to bargain, hummed and stuffed the six or seven little cabbages she had broken into the bag: "Weigh it for me."

Then she pulled another bag and stuffed the vegetable leaves she had just broken into it: "This old leaf is not wanted by anyone, I'll pack it up and take it away."

It was broken, and it was late to stop it. Now if people turn their heads and say they don't want it, can they still hit people in this rule-of-law society?

The vegetable vendor had to weigh it with a black face: "Seven yuan five."

Mao Li familiarly found change in the small bag at her waist:

"What era is it, you still want five cents? Just seven yuan."

The vegetable vendor patted the QR code in front of him: "Scan the code."

His face was dark, and Mao Li didn't dare to go too far for a while, so she had to scan the code and mutter that she would never come again next time.

The vegetable vendor was angry, and when he looked again, he saw people staring at the Chinese milk vetch sold in front and about to close the stall, and actually squeezed over directly!

Mao Li also saw her niece after the people here dispersed—that's right, this Chinese milk vetch is not a good thing, it is estimated that she is the only one in the whole vegetable market.

But looking at everyone carrying a full pocket just now, she felt a bit sour in her heart.

"Tantan, you are a college student, I thought you were just playing around, I didn't expect you to really sell vegetables here? Oh my, look at this lively, this has also made a name for itself!"

Qiaoqiao's face wrinkled instantly: "Aunt-in-law, Qiaoqiao also sells vegetables!"

Mao Li glanced at him, ignored him, and praised Song Tan directly:

"You child, you are beautiful, and you are so diligent. Wait for Aunt-in-law to help you find a good partner later, and stay in the city in the future, so you don't have to work hard."

She lowered her voice: "Don't worry, you are beautiful and have a degree. I will help you ask for more dowry later, so you don't have to worry about money when Qiaoqiao gets married in the future."

Song Tan raised her eyebrows: What does that mean?

Looking for trouble here.

She also pulled out a fake smile: "Aunt-in-law, are you here to buy vegetables? It just happens that there are three jin left, a total of 60 yuan."

As soon as this price came out, Mao Li squatted on the ground and picked and chose the three bundles of vegetables, and her movements froze instantly.

"20 yuan a jin?"

She said unbelievably: "You child, you can't be like this even if you want to make money! This Chinese milk vetch is spoiled even if it is fed to cows. Do you still want 20 yuan a jin for your own relatives?"

She stood up, her expression serious:

"Tantan, you are like this, I, as an elder, have to talk to you."

"It's okay to sell vegetables, our family doesn't dislike you for being shameful, we are all working people."

"I didn't intend to come to buy originally, this vegetable market is too far, and things are expensive. It was your eldest sister-in-law who was kind-hearted, saying that we are relatives, so we have to come to take care of the business—I came, but you child, selling vegetables is not authentic, and why don't you talk about relative feelings?"

Song Tan also had a light expression: "Aunt-in-law, I gave you five jin of vegetables for 20 yuan a jin last time, isn't that enough relative feelings?"

"My vegetables are known to be at this price in the whole vegetable market. If you want to eat, then buy it, and don't mention taking care of it or not, I don't lack customers."

"As for whether it is authentic or not... my things are good, so they are worth this price. If you can't bear it, the aunt behind is still waiting."

There was indeed an aunt behind, wearing a silk coat, with a jade bracelet on her hand, her hair was meticulously managed, looking much more decent than the aunt-in-law.

She was watching the fun—not just her, the vegetable vendors around all came to watch the fun.

Didn't expect to be named suddenly, she was quite giving face at this moment: "Yes, the little girl's vegetables are good, our family buys vegetables from her every day—look, the little girl came late this morning, my daughter didn't wait for her at work, and specially asked me to come again."