When the topic turned to business, Landlord Zhou's expression softened slightly, and he didn't ask any more questions.

He's a businessman; who would give up a perfectly good business to offend someone for no reason?

The two discussed business, but Zhou Bin showed no interest.

For the rest of the time, he didn't say a word and just ate.

During the conversation, Zhou's father took out a list and handed it to Qiu Dayu. "Second Manager, these are our vegetable prices."

Qiu Dayu took it with both hands and examined it carefully.

"Rapeseed is two coins a pound, chives are five coins two pounds, cabbage is one coin a pound, celery is two coins a pound..."

This price is cheap.

However, if he remembered correctly, the landlord Zhou had said last time that he would calculate the vegetable price more reasonably for himself than for others.

But upon closer inspection, he realized it wasn't much cheaper.

Since he was going to do business, Qiu Dayu had done his homework beforehand.

He secretly rejoiced, thankful that his eldest niece had taught him to read and write; otherwise, he would have been looked down upon by this landlord Zhou today.

He thought to himself, "Studying is still the best thing." He decided that whenever he had free time, he would read books and ask his fourth brother for advice.

"Can you lower the price of your vegetables?"

Mr. Zhou: "This...can't go any lower." The vegetables that the Zhou family supplies are all priced at this level.

"We farmers can't just not make money, can we?"

This time, Zhou's father refused to budge on the price no matter what.

Mr. Zhou felt that he didn't want much.

His farmland is large in scale, so he mainly focuses on volume sales.

Qiu Dayu tapped the table lightly.

“Uncle Zhou, from now on, we need to cooperate for a long time. Xingyuelou also needs grains such as flour, soybeans and other cereals.”

After thinking for a moment, Mr. Zhou secretly calculated the price in his mind, "How about this, if your demand increases, I will give you an extra pound of each type of vegetable every day from now on."

Qiu Dayu shook his head and said:

“Eighty percent, Uncle Zhou, as long as you charge me eighty percent of the original vegetable price, I will have your family supply all my vegetables and grains from now on.”

"Second Manager, you reduced my price by 20% with just one sentence. You're really good at bargaining."

Zhou's father had to praise Qiu Dayu, saying he was a shrewd and clever man.

He felt bad about the price being so low.

Qiu Dayu, unhurried, glanced at Tang Yi on the second floor, who was playing an instrument with Song Jiao: "Do you know him?"

When he talked about business, he went from being unintentional to being proactive.

Mr. Zhou looked up. He had just noticed the man and assumed he was a romantic and talented man.

"I don't recognize him, but he looks somewhat familiar."

"Just that he looks familiar? He's the magistrate of Baiyang County, a regular at our Xingyue Tower." As Qiu Dayu spoke, he exchanged a glance with Tang Yi, thinking to himself, "This Lord Tang has such a bad memory."

To this day, he has not yet recovered his ill-gotten gains.

Tang Yi was puzzled. When the song ended, he put down his jade flute and brought Song Jiao a cup of hot drink. "Jiao Jiao."

"Mmm." Song Jiao smiled and took it, took a small sip, and continued playing.

"Magistrate?" Zhou's father looked at the man on the second floor again, his expression becoming respectful.

To have won the favor of the county magistrate, it seems that this Star Moon Pavilion is no ordinary place.

Qiu Dayu continued, "I wonder, are you supplying the vegetables and grains to the magistrate's residence?"

Mr. Zhou shook his head, "I've never had the chance." He usually did business with small workshops, noodle shops, small businesses, and vegetable vendors.

He did not enter the magistrate's mansion.