She rubbed her hands together and stammered, "You... the price of coarse grains is too high, how about the price of dark flour?"

It's not that I'm not willing to make money, it's just that Shui Qing gave her the potato seeds! Selling them back to her at the price of coarse grains would be heartless.

Shui Qing waved her hand and said bluntly, "It's okay, but let's make it clear first, we'll buy it at the current price of coarse grains, nine coins per pound, right? Otherwise, if the price of grains skyrockets next year, I'm afraid I won't be able to afford it."

It's better to be upfront about the unpleasant things than to leave the trouble for later.

"Even if grain prices skyrocket next year, it will still be this price!" Aunt Zhang happily made the decision.

Zhang Xiaocao, the bronze ox, the iron ox, and the wooden ox all nodded heavily.

No matter how high the price goes, it has nothing to do with them. Without Sister Shuiqing, they wouldn't have the big house they live in now, and they can eat their fill every meal!

Besides, the potatoes haven't even been planted yet. Only Aunt Shuiqing would be willing to pay nine coins per pound for potatoes with a large yield.

Shui Qing and Bai Ziqian were escorted a long way by the five people before reluctantly returning.

This time, the two were more experienced and knew that families who planted potatoes in the first half of the year would keep enough potato seeds. After all, only a few people like Aunt Zhang would temporarily acquire land, so the two avoided families who planted potatoes in the first half of the year.

Bai Ziqian walked along the dirt road in the village and asked hesitantly, "Auntie, what if grain prices rise sharply next year and they don't want to sell?"

My father said that those vassal kings are very likely to rebel, and once they rebel, there will be war, and the price of food will skyrocket.

Aunt Shuiqing is buying potatoes, probably to stockpile grain so she can sell them at a higher price and make a fortune.

"If they don't want to sell, they don't want to sell. Anyway, we still have 60% to hand over, which should be enough," Shui Qing said nonchalantly.

A larger quantity shows more sincerity, but a smaller quantity doesn't make much difference, since she's not buying these potatoes to eat or sell.

Upon hearing this, Bai Ziqian's previous guesses were overturned. At this moment, he missed his old father terribly. If his father were here, he would definitely be able to answer his questions!

Bai Manshan, who was escorting the truck on the road, suddenly sneezed loudly.

He muttered to himself, "Strange, who's talking about me?"

Yes, it must be that Huyu misses him!

Fortunately, he sent a message back to let them know he was safe. Once the potatoes were delivered, he rode back as fast as he could!

Thinking of potatoes, he looked at the long, endless queue.

People leaning on wooden sticks and dressed in tattered clothes along the official road stopped and stared intently at the tarpaulin billowing high on the vehicles.

"Don't look anymore, don't look anymore. I'm in the cloth business. These are all cloths that have been soaked in water. They can't be sold at a good price, so I can only transport them to places where there is no flooding and sell them at a low price!"

"It's worthless, inedible, and heavy. There's nothing to see here," Bai Manshan shouted as he walked.

After he finished shouting, some stopped watching and silently continued on their way, while others kept their eyes fixed on the vehicles.

In the group, the men who had been to the city after the flood were fine, but the men who hadn't were terrified and their palms were sweating with nervousness.

Fan Erzhu swallowed hard, his voice trembling as he asked, "Why are they looking at us like we're food?"