Liu Yunxiang identified her, and she could not admit it.

Seeing that this thing is about to be done, who knows that the Yang family's aunt is just here!

The money in her hand is about to fly, and she can't do it in her heart, phew, this dead old woman, it's a coincidence, she came here at this time, and it ruined her good deeds.

The next result can be imagined, when Grandma Yang opened the mouth of the sack and looked inside.

At a glance, I found several sweet potatoes that were a little moldy, and some that were not in good condition, all of which were full of potholes, which were completely different from the sweet potatoes sold by the Chen family.

Grandma Yang frowned when she saw it, a breath of depression piled up in her chest, and her voice involuntarily raised slightly, "Feng Jiao, you can't do this sweet potato!" Folks, we can't do this kind of thing! ”

As soon as Aunt Yunxiang was obedient, she saw Chen Fengjiao's surprised look again, and she also knew that something was wrong.

Hurriedly stepped forward to check the sweet potatoes in the bag, and found that there were indeed a lot of bad sweet potatoes inside, and they couldn't be sold at all.

They are all villagers, and Liu Yunxiang didn't want to tear her face, so her tone sank slightly, her face was pale, and she lost her enthusiasm just now, "Feng Jiao!" We really can't take your sweet potato, so you better take it back! ”

Seeing the expressions of the two, Chen Fengjiao couldn't help laughing, and took out a few sweet potatoes from the sack, "Hehe, Yunxiang, you see, there is nothing wrong with our sweet potato, this mold, it will be gone with a wipe, this is the surface rubbed a little, and the rubbing is gone, and the people in the city don't farm, how do you know!" You see, this sweet potato, we are a little cheaper, okay. “

Now, Liu Yunxiang can be regarded as seeing that this Chen Fengjiao is a dead pig who is not afraid of boiling water.

She really didn't understand, how could there be such a cheeky person in this world! Is that something that only has a little mold, and the sweet potatoes will rot after a few more days, and can they be sold?

Liu Yunxiang's brows furrowed even tighter, she could almost trap mosquitoes, and her tone was even more resistant.

"Feng Jiao, I'm sorry, we really can't accept this, for the safety of customers, we won't accept it if there is a little problem."

Grandma Yang next to her also said, "Yes, my family's dried sweet potatoes are all good sweet potatoes, and I won't want any bad ones." “

Looking at the way these two sang and harmonized, Chen Fengjiao pouted secretly.

She rolled her eyes a few times, and then grinned, "Auntie, you see that if Yunxiang doesn't want it, you can harvest my sweet potatoes!" Haven't you been harvesting sweet potatoes everywhere lately? Or, if you're willing to give me your skills in making dried sweet potatoes. You see that my mother-in-law and I are at home, and we have no income, and we get up early and are greedy for darkness one day, but a typhoon comes, and the things in the field are still broken, what can we do? “

To say that this Chen Fengjiao is also worthy of being a good hand in sprinkling, this paragraph can be said to be a singing and three sighs, twists and turns, and the crying in the back is simply better than Dou E.

Grandma Yang's face was about to turn red for a while, she felt that she was not as shameless as Chen Fengjiao, so she found a stool and sat down angrily.

Seeing Grandma Yang's angry appearance, Chen Fengjiao hooked the corners of her mouth, old thing, call you nosy and talkative.

Squinted at Liu Yunxiang, who was standing silently, and scooped up the sack of sweet potatoes on the ground, "Okay, since you don't accept it, then I'll go back." Alas, people nowadays, really, look down on people as soon as the family has money. Even the sweet potatoes sent by the villagers have to be picky, really, this person is really rich! “