"There has to be a first come first served rule. If you don't go somewhere else today, don't blame us for being rude!"

After hearing what Old Lady Huang said, Aunt Hua and the others, who had just suffered a loss, became so angry that they started cursing.

Muramasa rushed over and let Aunt Hua and the others leave.

Aunt Hua said angrily: "Muramasa, you are so biased!"

Muramasa had a stern face and didn't give her any chance to argue. "What Grandma Jingjing said just now is right. It should be first come first served. If you go somewhere else, no one will bother you."

Aunt Hua said, "There aren't many left here anyway, just go ahead and scoop them up, huh!"

Old Mrs. Huang saw that they had already caught tens of kilograms of fish. She wondered if they could sell them when they took them to the town.

Everyone was busy until the afternoon, when they finally lifted the baskets of snails from the river, put them on the ox cart, and drove non-stop towards the town.

As soon as I arrived at the entrance of the village, I met Aunt Hua and her friends.

Aunt Hua stopped the ox cart and said in a flattering manner, "Little Tiger, please take our baskets with you."

Huang Xiaohu rolled his eyes at her and said, "Too stupid, the bull is not moving."

"Why can't you move? It's only two or three kilograms!"

"We already have more than 50 kilograms here, and if you add the 20 or 30 kilograms, I will be exhausted and ask you to compensate me!"

Old Mrs. Huang and the others couldn't stand it anymore and started to scold Aunt Hua and the others.

Aunt Hua and the others could only watch the ox cart slowly leave.

The group of people could only continue to carry on.

Although a farmer's burden of a few pounds is not a big deal, it is not enough to carry him over a long journey.

They were busy from morning till dawn and had not even had a bite to eat. They were hot, hungry and tired.

They stopped along the way, and by the time they reached the town, it was dark.

There were still people in Qingyun Tower, but when they heard that they were there to sell snails, they were immediately kicked out.

The shopkeeper sneered and said, "Don't even mention three cents a pound of your snails. Even if you give them to me for free, I won't take them!"

Old Mrs. Huang is now his cash cow, and he is also counting on Old Mrs. Huang to give him more imperial chef recipes.

What's more, just now Mrs. Huang reminded them that the cooperation between them is exclusive, and they cannot accept money from others even if they don't want it, otherwise it will be a breach of contract.

When Aunt Hua saw that the Qingyun Building route was not feasible, she thought about sending it to other families.

But because Qingyunlou’s business was so good, the other restaurants had no customers in the evening and closed early.

They went around the town and didn't sell any snails.

Huang Dabing was a little impatient, "If we had known this, we wouldn't have come out to do it ourselves."

Aunt Hua said angrily: "Why rush? Let's stay here for one night and send it to the hotel tomorrow morning."

Aunt Eight also said, "That's right. We have the goods. Why worry that no one wants them? Just wait and see what I have tomorrow!"

The group was reluctant to stay in an inn, so they stayed under the eaves outside a hotel.

Although it wasn't very hot yet, there were so many mosquitoes that they couldn't sleep at all.

I swatted mosquitoes all night.

Those who came here for refuge inevitably started complaining again.

Aunt Hua stamped her feet in anger, "If you keep talking nonsense, you can just go back to your hometown."

Because those people were worried that the snails would be caught in vain, they shut up and said nothing.

They were all looking forward to selling the snails early tomorrow morning so that they could get the money and buy some meat for their wives and children at home.

Aunt Hua even said that she would take the money to show off to Old Lady Huang tomorrow!