Regarding the fact that the plums in his field have become bigger, Yang Zhenyu explained very well that it has been almost 20 days since Wang Xiuying fell and injured her waist, and in the past 20 days, the farthest place she walked out of was the toilet next to the pigsty in the side house.

So she didn't pay much attention to the things in the field, just relying on her previous memories and some news from the villagers.

The news that Zhang Mingkang brought back was that the boss in Hunan had rented a warehouse in the county town to collect plums.

The news from the grapevine is that the purchase price will not exceed four yuan, which is two yuan lower than last year, and three yuan lower than the best year of the market.

Every household in Yangjiawan Village is planted on a large scale, and every year it is sold directly to buyers, and the retail price of crisp plums in the market has risen to 12 yuan, but the villagers have no energy and channels to sell, after all, the fruit period is very short, if they can't sell it, they will only rot in the ground.

When Wang Xiuying heard the purchase price of four yuan, her mentality was quite stable, thinking about how much she could sell and how much she could sell, and if she sold it, she would take the money to Yang Zhenyu to do something.

But when she saw the fruit in her grandson's hand, her mood was a little unstable, surprised and even a little suspicious.

"Milk, you taste it!" Yang Zhenyu fed Wang Xiuying's mouth.

Wang Xiuying squinted her eyes and chewed it, thinking that it would be very sour, but the taste was very comfortable, and her face was happy, "Sun Wa, God is taking care of us!"

The old people more or less have a little bit of faith in God and Buddhism.

Yang Zhenyu said: "Milk, our family's Li, four yuan can't be sold!"

Wang Xiuying sat up straight, forgot about her back injury, and said proudly: "No, how can you sell four pieces? When the plums are ripe, the taste will be better, at least seven yuan a catty!"

Seven yuan a pound is already the highest price in Wang Xiuying's eyes.

But Yang Zhenyu doesn't think so, if the plums in the whole village and even the whole township are of the same quality as their family, seven yuan can be accepted, but now they are outstanding, and it is possible to sell them higher.

"Milk, I'll go to the county hospital tomorrow to get you medicine, and see what the price of the fruit store is?" Yang Zhenyu said.

"It's all up to you, I can't move anyway, just do what you say!"

Wang Xiuying felt that her grandson was a scholar and had knowledge when he went out, so she simply gave it to him completely.

Early the next morning, Yang Zhenyu went into the city to get medicine, and at noon he passed by a fruit shop with a lot of crisp plums placed at the door, the plums were smaller than his own, but larger than other farmers' houses.

The billboard was written in red pen with the words "Local crisp plum 11 yuan a catty".

That's it?

Can you buy eleven pieces?

The clerk walked up in an apron and said enthusiastically: "Handsome guy, do you want to call plums? ”

"Isn't the local crisp plum still coming out yet?" Yang Zhenyu wanted to test the clerk.

The clerk introduced: "The plums on the high mountain have not yet come out, but the plums in Fengjia Village have matured, this is the first batch, we only dragged them over this morning, let me tell you, the plums in Qingjiang County this year are generally not good, we sell the best, you can taste it!"

Yang Zhenyu took one from the clerk's hand, broke it, didn't break it, smiled awkwardly, and could only feed it to his mouth and take a bite.

Well~

Sour~

Yang Zhenyu controlled his facial expression and smiled: "Is it easy to sell?"

The clerk introduced: "It's okay, after all, the locals like to eat local crisp plums, and we sold two baskets in the morning!"

Yang Zhenyu said: "I am also a crisp plum grower, my plums are bigger and sweeter than this!"

What I thought to myself was: You can sell this for 11 yuan, won't my plums sell for fifteen or twenty?

The clerk was a middle-aged woman who looked at Yang Zhenyu and smiled.

At first glance, it doesn't look like a farmer working in the field, but a grower, can he grow plums?

Yang Zhenyu didn't feel embarrassed, to do business, you have to be thick-skinned, and you can deal with all kinds of customers, which is what he summed up in the exercise of receiving guests when he just graduated from school and went to the hotel for an internship.

smiled and said: "If you are interested, you can come to my field to have a look, not to mention anything else, the quality is definitely better than this, as for how to sell, it's up to you!"

Seriously.

The clerk was skeptical, "That's it, you leave a phone number, I'll tell the boss in a while, we are also part-time workers, he has the final say, but young man, if the boss is willing to collect, you will make a lot of money, you know that there are really many brands of this brand, district and county chains, more than a dozen stores, not to mention, at least help you sell 5,000 catties no problem!"

Yang Zhenyu left the phone to the clerk and went home with a happy mood.

It was already five o'clock in the afternoon when I returned to the village entrance by car, and many people gathered at the door of the house.

Yang Zhenyu thought that something had happened to his grandmother, so he hurriedly ran up and was relieved to see Wang Xiuying sitting in front of the door safe and sound.

Zhang Mingkang walked up and introduced: "Xiao Yang, your grandmother said that the affairs of the family are now taken care of by you, that's the case, these two are Boss Li and Boss Zhou from Hunan, and they came to see your plums!"

"This year's plum is the best in your family!"

"Hello, Mr. Li, Mr. Zhou!" Yang Zhenyu shook hands with the two.

Boss Li said with a smile: "Xiao Yang, just now Director Zhang took me to your field to see, before coming, I also went to several other villages to inspect, and your plums are of the best quality in the whole Qingjiang County."

We are harvesting three or four pieces of plums from other farmers, and I can give six pieces of your plums!"

Six pieces!

Are you talking in human language?

When I'm a child, I'm coaxing!

Sure enough, the plum can be sold for 11 yuan now, and my family can get that number at least the purchase price.

Yang Zhenyu smiled and said, "Mr. Li, I think it's a bit low!"

"Six pieces, it's still low!"

"Xiao Yang, don't be greedy, it's almost there!"

"It's better than three or four of us!"

"Hey, God give me food!"

"Wang Xiuying, I don't think six yuan is low, hurry up and sell it, and ask Xiao Yang for a mother-in-law!"

The villagers who gathered over, you said a word to me, and they were more or less jealous in their hearts.

The purchase price of six yuan is twice as high as that of some of them, can you balance it in your heart?

Yang Zhenyu knew the mentality of these uncles and aunts too well, and he still looked calm, waiting for Mr. Li to speak.

Mr. Li pretended to think, "In this way, Xiao Yang, how much are you willing to sell?"

"At least ten yuan!" Yang Zhenyu said bluntly.

"Ten pieces!"

"Why don't you go and grab it!"

"Xiao Yang, you have too much appetite!"

“......”

The villagers were even more excited.

Even Wang Xiuying, who was originally relatively calm, was frightened by this price, since planting crisp plums, whether it was her family or the price she heard, it did not exceed seven yuan, and Sun Wazi opened her mouth to ten yuan.

Isn't it too hasty?

Although Wang Xiuying was frightened, she did not refute Yang Zhenyu in public, she still let her grandson decide for herself.

Hearing the price, Mr. Zhou was the most excited, and denied it, "Ten yuan, you are talking about the retail price, right?