Chapter 242 (1/2)

It's a pity that they have lost their treasure so easily.

She has to get these mustard heads back to work to their maximum value.

This money should be earned by her. Only she can think of it.

In order not to be seen, Zhang Man'er casually pointed to the mustard head on the ground and said, ”Auntie, I'll take all of these.”

”What, you want mustard?” The farmer thought she had heard wrong, so she took out her ear and asked again.

When Zhang Man'er asked for mustard head from several nearby stalls, they all thought that this pretty girl was not stupid. What's the use of buying mustard head.

Zhang Man'er has no intention of seeing these people differently. He bends over and looks at them with some mustard heads in his hands. It's fresh and green. It's really good.

”Yes, I want these. How can I sell them?”

Seeing that she didn't look fake, the peasant woman began to take it seriously: ”girl, these mustard heads are not delicious. We usually take them back and chop them up for feeding to pigs. If there are no pigs at home, they will be lost.”

”Lost?” Zhang Man'er said again in his heart, it's terrible.

These mustard heads are very fresh?

When Xue Chuan saw her picking, he quickly pulled her up and said, ”daughter in law, do you want to sell mustard head? If it's not delicious, even poor people won't buy it. ”

”That's what they won't do.” Zhang Man'er smiles at him with his mouth in his mouth.

Such a delicious thing, when it comes out, don't be robbed.

She whispered with two people can hear the volume said: ”Xianggong, you don't stop me, I do things, you don't worry?”? It's a good thing. You'll see. ”

Seeing that she was confident, Xue Chuan let her go.

”Girl, these are all new in the field, but are they fresh? Do you really want it? ” Peasant women are not allowed to buy channels.

”Yes, I want all these mustard heads. How much?” Zhang Man'er asked.

The farmer's wife was also an honest man. She only said, ”I haven't sold this, and I don't know how to make a price. Girl, you can give me a price. If you can, I'll sell you. I'll take it back and chop it up and feed it to the pig.”

Pigs don't like to eat it. It's troublesome for her to chop it. Isn't she willing to throw it away? So

Let her offer, that she is not polite, Zhang man son Yang Yang Yang chin way: ”a Wen Qian three jin, if can, these I want.”

Of course, it's OK to pay three Jin for one Wen. This mustard head has a lot of weight. It's almost one jin. It can sell for a lot of money.

”Yes, of course.” The farmer's wife was busy with her promise.

I don't know what the little lady is doing with mustard. She has a lot of mustard in the field.

”I'll take these first. I'll keep all the mustard in the future, or send them to my shop.” Zhang Man'er's voice is as clear as a channel.

The farmer's wife first weighed the mustard head. It's more than 60 Jin. Even if it's 60 Jin, that's 20 Wen.

Twenty Wen bought a basket of mustard head. Zhang Man'er thought it was a big profit.

After 20 Wen, she said to the woman, ”Auntie, if you have any fresh mustard head in the future, please send it to 108 West Street for me