Zhou Ziyi recognized the person at a glance, it was the one he had seen in the county that day.

In Yun Che's words, he is the one who helps the Ninth Princess.

Someone in his forties, man. With a detached smile on his face, "This is Miss Zhou, right?" ”

Zhou Ziyi nodded and asked knowingly, "Are you ......?"

"It doesn't matter who I am, the important thing is that I came to find Miss Zhou to help Miss Zhou share her troubles!"

Zhou Ziyi said in his heart, I believe you are a ghost. The weasel gave the chicken a New Year's greeting, but he didn't have a good heart.

There was a look of surprise and excitement on his face, "Really? ”

"Naturally. I wonder if I can find a quiet place to talk slowly? ”

Zhou Ziyi nodded, "Then go to the study!" ”

……

In the study, after the two of them were seated, the man spoke. "That's right, sweet potato flour was sold in the market last year, and I like the girl's sweet potato flour very much. Therefore, I also had the idea of making sweet potato flour. However, after all, the sweet potato flour belongs to the girl's family, and I am not good at winning people's love.

It was only by chance that I learned that the girl had a big belly and had spread the production method of sweet potato flour all over the village. Therefore, I came to ask for it. ”

Slightly, he said again. "Naturally, it's not in vain, if the girl wants to make amends, she can open her mouth."

What she said was high-sounding, the ninth princess herself couldn't speak, but the people around her were very good at speaking.

It made me feel as if I was embarrassed if I didn't agree.

Zhou Ziyi thought so, and did show a trace of embarrassment.

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"It's not that I don't want to sell it to you, it's just that this recipe was stolen a few days ago. The village is already angry, and now it is the common property of the village. We big guys say yes, and no one is allowed to say it. So, I'm sorry, I can't sell it to you. ”

When the man heard this, he was anxious, "The recipe that stole out is not right at all." ”

"Huh? What did you say? ”

"Oh, nothing." The man hurriedly changed his words, "Girl, isn't this recipe your own?" What a loss you've made! ”

When Zhou Ziyi heard this, she sneered in her heart. Sure enough, Zhou Shuangshuang came to steal the recipe, and he was with him. glanced at Gu Zhong behind him. Gu Zhong, a big straight man, is much smarter now, and when he saw this, he immediately turned around and went out.

The middle-aged man was all about the square, and he didn't notice it at all.

As he spoke, he sighed, "Girl, I didn't say it, you must have been deceived by the people in the village." No matter where this recipe goes, it is priceless. Now you have given it all to the village, and you have not benefited at all. ”

Zhou Ziyi pretended to be moved and asked busily.

"How much is it worth?"

The middle-aged man thought for a moment and said, "Fifty taels." ”

Zhou Ziyi, "......" Are you kidding me? Which city can be bought for fifty taels of silver?

She pretended to hesitate for a moment before shaking her head again, "Forget it, the people in the village treat me very well, and I don't want everyone to be sad." You'd better go back! ”

"Girl, it's easy to discuss, otherwise 80 taels?"

Zhou Ziyi was silent.

"One hundred taels!"

The price of that person increased little by little, and Zhou Ziyi shook his head again, "I really can't sell it." ”

"Three hundred taels! I've added it several times over......"

Before the words fell, the door outside was suddenly pushed open, and dozens of villagers with knives, hoes, and green bricks all rushed in.

"Who wants to buy the recipe from our village?"

The middle-aged man probably didn't expect this, and immediately panicked. "Girl, I'll go first, and we'll talk about it in a few days......"

So saying, he was going out. Zhou Ziyi stopped him, "This uncle, isn't he trying to convince me to buy a son?" I don't think three hundred taels is enough, otherwise you can see if you can withstand a fist from each person in our village? ”