Rebirth in 1990, Leading Wife and Son to Counterattack Life

In his previous life, Wang Qian did not hesitate to abandon his family and children to escape the cage of the countryside, not returning for ten years.

However, for the rest of his life, he l...

Chapter 24 Can that thing be sold for money?

The others chatted among themselves for a while, and then went back one after another.

"Xiao Qian, where did you get so much capital?"

After everyone left, Wang Yuanguang asked, full of confusion.

Before Wang Qian returned, Lin Xiaoyu had carefully calculated the costs for them.

Wang Qian hauled over 3,000 jin of potatoes to the county town today. Even if he could sell them for 2.5 jiao per jin, that would only amount to a little over 700 yuan.

But just now, they had already spent over eight hundred.

It far exceeded the money Wang Qian had earned.

If they continue to collect, they really can't figure out where Wang Qian will get more capital.

"Dad, Mom, Xiaoyu, now that there are no outsiders here, I'll tell you the truth!"

Wang Qian smiled mysteriously and lowered his voice, saying, "I got five hundred yuan in advance from that Boss Li. Yesterday, I bought more than three catties of morel mushrooms from Yang Laowu for five yuan, and then I happened to run into a wealthy person who knew their stuff, so I sold them for three hundred and ten yuan."

"What? That thing can actually be sold for money?"

"They sold for over three hundred?"

"Xiao Qian, are you sure you're not lying to us?"

Lu Aihua, Lin Xiaoyu, and Wang Yuanguang were all shocked.

The fact that they received advance payment from the big boss who buys potatoes was already somewhat unbelievable to them.

Unexpectedly,

Those wild mushrooms that they usually see in the mountains and just stomp on and smash to pieces are actually selling for such a high price.

Who is this rich and foolish person who would spend a lot of money to buy this kind of stuff that even dogs wouldn't eat?

"Xiao Qian, are you home?"

Just as Wang Yuanguang and the others were looking at each other in bewilderment, a familiar voice suddenly came from outside.

"Wang Dalin?"

Wang Qian frowned slightly.

He recognized her just by her voice.

Sure enough, when he stood up and looked outside, he saw a bald, middle-aged man walking into his yard with his hands behind his back.