Hearing the coaxing of everyone, Liu Qingshan did not waver.

He said without thinking: "It's just fifteen yuan a catty, not even one less dollar." ”

"Why are you so difficult to speak, and you refuse to lose a few dollars?"

"Yes, I went to Ziyu Town two days ago, and the winter bamboo shoots there only sold for ten yuan a catty. A middle-aged man said.

Liu Qingshan looked up at the man and felt a little familiar, so he pointed to his face and said, "Big brother, can you see if the person who sold ten yuan a pound of bamboo shoots is me?"

When the man heard this, he stared at Liu Qingshan a few times.

Hey, it's the same person.

"It's really you. The man couldn't cry or laugh, "Why did you still go to the county seat to sell?"

"I can't afford to sell it in the countryside, so I can only come to the county seat to sell. Big brother, you also know that just coming out of Ziyu Town, there is a long road, the road is crooked and steep, the road surface is not good, there are many cars, I came out in the morning against the cold wind, but I ate a lot of dust. Therefore, the price of fifteen yuan really didn't trick you. ”

"That's true, but your price has doubled by one-half, and it's too much, or you sell it for eleven yuan a catty. ”

"That is, you originally only sold for ten yuan a catty, but now you are selling for fifteen, isn't this a starting price from the ground. An old lady said.

"I sold it for ten yuan two days ago, and now it sells for fifteen, boss, you can't ask for a price just because you are the only one who sells this winter bamboo shoot. ”

Liu Qingshan is really aggrieved.

It doesn't take much effort to dig up winter bamboo shoots, but it is very difficult for people like my father who are old and not in good health.

Today's bamboo shoots are buried the deepest, nearly half a meter deep. Digging bamboo shoots in the bamboo forest full of mosquitoes under the scorching sun of the autumn tiger is really not a hard work that ordinary people can bear.

Didn't Uncle Lu Weidong in the village dig for a morning and dig more than ten catties of bamboo shoots.

It can be seen how difficult it is to dig winter bamboo shoots for ordinary people.

Therefore, Liu Qingshan will not lower the price because of everyone's coaxing.

If he lowers the price, it will be difficult for those who dig up bamboo shoots to sell them at a high price. He must not spoil the price of this bamboo shoot.

"It's just fifteen yuan a catty, and you can't miss a piece. Liu Qingshan is still very persistent.

This made the old lady who was the most persistent in bargaining unhappy: "You kid, why don't you listen? ”

"Grandma, let's speak with our conscience, according to the time of previous years, the winter bamboo shoots are not on the market yet. If I sell them at a lower price now, then when the winter bamboo shoots actually go on the market, those mountain people who dig up bamboo shoots like me and sell them will not be able to sell them at a price. Anyway, my bamboo shoots are sold for fifteen yuan a catty, and I can't do anything less. ”

"Hey, you say this as if you're still a bodhisattva who saves suffering. The old lady seemed to be a little dissatisfied, "You just sell your bamboo shoots, what do you care if others can afford to sell them?"

"You can't say that. Liu Qingshan stretched out his hand to show the old lady, "Look, anyone who goes to dig bamboo shoots has such a pair of hands." ”

Everyone looked at the young man's hand and was shocked.

Where is that hand still the hand of a young man in his twenties. It was clearly an old man's hand.

The blood left on the bamboo clothes and thorns is the same as the blush on the big girl's face, red, bloody, not hideous.

Usually a young man in his twenties has either slender and flexible hands, or round and full, but this young man is good, his hands are full of blood and calluses, and even his nails have a lot of black mud.

"Grandma, look at it, this bamboo shoot is really not picked up, it is dug with a hoe, sometimes it is hooked by the thorns and shrubs in the mountains and can't stop, once it stops, time slips away, and there are fewer bamboo shoots dug that day. So, this price really didn't trick you. ”

Listening to Liu Qingshan's words, not only the customers gathered in front of the bamboo shoot stall looked gentle, but even the surrounding vendors also cast gentle and smiling glances at the young man.

Speaking of which, at the beginning, everyone was really cautious, and thought that this young man might be their competitor.

But the words of this young man just now really warmed the hawkers. Far from destroying the price of bamboo shoots in order to sell more bamboo shoots, this young man also took into account other mountain people who might dig up and sell winter bamboo shoots in the future.

This kind of open-mindedness is really incomparable to these people.

Thinking of this, the vendors next to him spoke one after another to help Liu Qingshan speak.

"Winter bamboo shoots will not be on the market until around the Spring Festival, and they can be sold for more than ten yuan a pound at that time, according to me, they should be sold for more than twenty yuan a pound now. ”

"Yes, some time ago, even the bamboo shoots in all directions were sold for almost ten yuan a catty, and I think this winter bamboo shoot should also be sold for more than 20 yuan a catty. ”

"Little handsome guy, they don't want fifteen yuan, you sell it for twenty yuan a catty. Believe me, when it is time for lunch, many people come to buy vegetables, and you can sell them out quickly even if you sell them for twenty yuan a catty. ”

Hearing that these vendors were helping the owner of the bamboo shoot seller come up with a ghost idea, everyone was not calm.

The old lady who was the most persistent in bargaining said: "That, little brother, weigh me two catties of bamboo shoots." ”

As soon as the old lady relented, the others were no longer obsessed, and they called Liu Qingshan bamboo shoots.

But Liu Qingshan has an old scale rod in both hands, where can he be busy. Seeing this, the aunt who sold vegetables next to her picked up her own scale pole and came over to help.

More than ten minutes later, the bamboo shoots went to dozens of catties. In less than an hour, more than 100 catties of bamboo shoots were sold.

Liu Qingshan was very grateful to the aunt who helped, and said that he would send two catties of bamboo shoots to the aunt, but the aunt didn't want it.

Auntie smiled: "Just like you said, you didn't pick up this bamboo shoot, you keep it for the money, Auntie herself sells vegetables, and there is no shortage of this ration." ”

The aunt left, but the old man who had been standing by the orange seller at the beginning had not left.

Liu Qingshan felt strange: "Uncle, do you have anything else?"

The old man saw that the busy little boss had time to take care of himself, so he immediately asked with a smile: "Little brother, look, I sell oranges, you have sold a lot of bamboo shoots, you must be tired, your mouth is dry, or, I will take five catties of oranges in exchange for one pound of bamboo shoots for you, do you see it? My oranges are sold for three yuan a catty." ”

As he spoke, the old man hurriedly picked up a basket from the side.

Liu Qingshan looked inside, and all he saw were some oranges with crooked melons and cracked dates.

"Uncle, did you grow this orange yourself?" asked Liu Qingshan.

The old man shook his head: "No, how can I have the ability to grow oranges, these are oranges in other people's orchards, and the good oranges have been sold to the big boss, and there are still some not very good ones left on the tree, so let people pick them casually." I picked these before dawn, but they are fresh, can you try one?"

After the old man said that, he quickly picked out the best orange from the basket, peeled off the thin peel, and handed it to Liu Qingshan.

The oranges were handed over, and Liu Qingshan couldn't eat them.

In fact, Liu Qingshan also has oranges at home, and the oranges at home are better than those in these big orchards.

But when he saw the old man looking at him with a longing expression, he asked, "Uncle, your orange is sold for money, you don't need to change my bamboo shoots." My bamboo shoots are too expensive, if you take five catties in exchange, then you are not cost-effective. ”

Looking at the old man's dress, which was not as fashionable as other old men, Liu Qingshan thought that it was estimated that the conditions in this old man's house were not very good.

The old man lowered his head, like a child, and smiled a little embarrassedly: "Hehe, that, my wife loves to eat bamboo shoots." ”

These words made Liu Qingshan and the vendor next to him stunned for a moment.

Haha, what kind of fairy old lady can have such a cute old man?