When the woman saw him like this, she glanced at the fresh yam on the ground, then got up, and without looking back, returned to the yam stand on the other side, and then squeezed into the crowd again.

While picking out the yams, she wondered: "It's really strange, you sell yams here, and the boss over there also sells yams, but his yams cost twenty yuan a catty, why is the price so much different?"

The man stared at the handsome woman, and said with a smile: "Oh, other people's yams should be wholesale, the purchase price is high, and the price must be a little higher, my yams are all dug in the mountains by myself, it is a business without capital, and if I sell it, I will make money, so it doesn't matter if I sell it cheaply." Sell out early, so go home early. ”

Liu Qingshan didn't hear this, but the other hawkers on the side heard it clearly.

Oh, those ignorant citizens don't understand it, don't they understand these old fritters?

Whose yam is dug in the mountains and whose yam is wholesale, they can tell at a glance.

Therefore, hearing this man's words, everyone felt a little upset for Liu Qingshan, but that young man was too Buddha-like, and he didn't care about anything as soon as the yam was put away.

Alas, even if they wanted to, they were powerless.

Just when everyone was indignant in private, the man's sack of yams had been sold.

Liu Qingshan looked at the man opposite who was already packing up the empty bag, and thought to himself, now it's his turn to sell yams.

With this man's yam in front of him, he has been setting up a stall for more than an hour, and he hasn't sold a pound of yam. Now that the man's yams have been sold, it's his turn.

However, the man did not seem to have any intention of closing the stall, shook the bag down a few times, poured the dirt inside to the ground, and turned and walked towards a pickup truck on the side of the road in front of him.

From a distance, I saw several foam boxes piled up on the pickup truck.

The man walked over to the pickup and lifted the lid of a foam box, revealing a whole box of yams.

The man was also shrewd enough not to carry the yam out of the car with the foam box in it, but to put the yam in the foam box into a bag and then carry the bag back to the place where it was sold.

Everything seems to be back to square one.

The man's horn sounded again.

Nima, artificially planted yam is actually pretending to be a wild yam!

This made the uncle who sold vegetables next to Liu Qingshan very angry.

Liu Qingshan was also a little discouraged. It is estimated that it will be in the afternoon until the man has sold all the yams.

Why don't you sell it in a different place?

Although this central market has the largest foot traffic, it is not the only market.

Although the county seat is not large, there are vegetable markets in the southeast, northwest and northwest.

Instead of spending it here, it's better to sell it in another place. As the saying goes, the tree moves the dead and the man moves.

Liu Qingshan thought about it like this, and planned to pack up his things and leave.

But at this moment, a white-haired old lady attracted Liu Qingshan's attention.

The old lady hunched her back and carried a cloth bag in her hand, and was hobbling along the side of the road.

When I arrived at the gate of the vegetable market, I looked at the vegetable stalls, but the old lady's eyes did not stop.

It wasn't until she saw the popular yam stand that her eyes seemed to be frozen, and she looked directly at the yams that had fallen to the ground and were picked up by customers.

She walked over, squeezed to the front, picked up a yam from the ground, looked at the boss who was busy greeting other customers, and asked, "Boss, is your yam ten yuan a catty?"

The man glanced at her and quickly returned: "Ten dollars a pound." ”

As she spoke, a plastic bag was thrown in front of the old lady.

She took the plastic bag, but instead of picking up the yam and putting it in, she looked at the man expectantly and asked, "Is your yam a wild yam?"

"Oops, of course these yams of mine are wild. In the face of the old lady's verbosity, the man became a little impatient, and his voice became a lot louder, "Ten yuan a catty, wild." ”

Despite hearing such a positive answer, the old lady still did not pick up the yam and put it in the bag, but chased after it and said: " Boss, I'm already old, don't lie to me, to tell you the truth, I have an old man at home, he is older than me, he is not good at walking now, he can no longer go out on the street, can only stay at home all day, I am afraid that he will not live for a few years, but today he suddenly said that he wanted to eat yams, I walked a few vegetable markets and did not find yams, finally came here, saw that you are selling yams, you must not lie to me. If it's not wild, my old man doesn't like to eat it. ”

The old lady's words made the man very disgusted, but it was not good to refute her in front of so many people, so he could only endure the disgust and said: "Oh, you are old, what am I lying to you for? ”

The old lady hesitated, seeming to hesitate.

Liu Qingshan couldn't stand it anymore. This man is clearly talking nonsense with his eyes open?

That smooth yam is wild?

Do you really think that the animals in the mountains are vegetarians?

Although the yam grows underground, if it grows in the wild, the living environment will be much worse than the artificially planted yam, not only to face the soft and hard soil, but also to compete with other plants for territory, grab nutrients, and sometimes be persecuted by some ground insects, therefore, wild yams rarely have high value, basically some seemingly 'crooked melons and cracked dates' guys.

Even if there are a few yams that grow in good places and have a good skin, there are only a few such yams, and it is impossible to say that all yams are good-looking long-legged Oba.

But this man's yams are almost all smooth and straight, as long as anyone who has dug yams in the mountains can see that his yams cannot be wild.

But even this man deceived other people, even such an old lady who looked to be about eighty years old was really unprincipled and inhumane.

Originally, everyone was out to eat, Liu Qingshan shouldn't be nosy, but he just couldn't stand this kind of guy who even cheated the old man's money.

He stood up and shouted to the old lady in front of the yam stall opposite, "Grandma, I also have yams here, which are wild. ”

Liu Qingshan shouted yes, but the big horn was very noisy, and the old man's ears were not so good, so he didn't hear Liu Qingshan's shouting.

It doesn't matter, though.

As long as he Liu Qingshan speaks, others will definitely help.

Originally, everyone was very unaccustomed to the man who sold yam cheating, and they all wanted to find an opportunity to teach this man a lesson, but everyone never waited for the opportunity. However, as soon as Liu Qingshan spoke, this opportunity came.

The vendor next to him saw that the old lady didn't respond, so he hurriedly acted as a messenger and walked up to the old lady: "Auntie, the little boss who sells yams over there is calling you." ”