Li Guifang from Mule Alley was regretting that she didn't beat Li Mingyuan today!

Ever since Li Guifang held the "Clivia Flower Viewing Banquet" last time, these little monkeys below couldn't hold it in any longer.

Although the flower bud was still wrapped like a green rice dumpling, it did not affect their courtesy at all.

The second child, Li Mingjuan, would come over every now and then, either cutting some meat or picking some shrimp; the fourth child, Li Mingyu, would either massage his shoulders or his legs every day;

Even the third brother Li Minghua would mention his own auto repair shop from time to time. Today, with the eldest brother added, all four of them were present and no one was wronged.

Li Guifang recalled that in her previous life, she was tricked into handing over the house deeds and passbook early on without knowing why.

When she was lying sick on the hospital bed and about to fall asleep, her children gathered outside the ward and played football!

But after coming back, Li Guifang also made some mistakes.

The occasional small gifts from the children actually moved her to pity.

He naively regarded the tragic experience in his previous life as a nightmare, and thought that if he gave a little sweetness, he could get the so-called family happiness in return.

But soon, she saw it clearly.

The way they stared at the pot of Clivia was exactly the same as the way they stared at her passbook in her previous life.

She pretended not to see anything, ate and drank as usual, occasionally showed some tenderness, and watched them act out the act of a loving mother and a filial son.

She deliberately let them know that she had several pots of valuable flowers, but she refused to give them any.

In her previous life, they made her feel heartbroken, and in this life, she made them feel painful.

At the same time, it also paves the way for her next step, which is to use the money to do business.

When the family was divided in the previous life, the children always felt that she was hiding something and had been complaining about it behind her back for more than ten years.

In this life, she simply put the "valuable things" in front of them - look, I have good things, but the more you think about it, the less likely I am to give them to you.

Now she revealed her "trump card" in advance because she didn't want those little bastards to think that this was money for dividing the family property.

If you keep arguing with her about the money, you should find another excuse.

This time she wanted to solve the problem once and for all to avoid future troubles.

If there are more babies this time, I can just pack them up in a basket and throw them away!

While Li Guifang was thinking about it, Li Jianghai followed Li Guifang's instructions and dug out all the Clivia in the small garden and placed them in small pots.

She had waited for so long just to make a fortune in these two days!

Whether it is a mule or a horse, take it out for a walk and you will know!

The next day, before dawn, Li Guifang and Li Jianghai went out stealthily, and this time they brought four pots of flowers!

Of course you have to go to the market early to get a good spot. If you go too late, you won’t even be able to get a spot!

Now the flower vendors in the market have formed a small scale. For the sake of better management, the police station specially allocated a corner of the market for them, hung a sign that read "Flower Trading Area", and sent two people wearing red armbands to keep an eye on it.

I remember that just last month, selling potted flowers at the market was like being a thief. I had to exchange secret signals at the entrance of the alley, and the buyer had to hide the flowers in a vegetable basket and take them away.

Nowadays, flower sellers are eager to beat drums and gongs to tell others that they have the best Clivia here, come quickly!

When the two of them took a shortcut and arrived, the market was already crowded with people.

The breakfast vendor set up a coal stove, and the aroma of fried dough sticks mixed with the morning mist filled people's noses.

Li Jianghaixiang was confused and rubbed the eye boogers from the corners of his eyes to avoid falling into the frying pan.

The flower market was even more lively. The beams of flashlights flashed in the darkness, illuminating many shrewd faces.

Li Guifang quickly grabbed a prime spot near the intersection and placed the pot of the best-looking Clivia in the most conspicuous place.

The morning dew rolled on the thick leaves, fluttering and sparkling in the light of the flashlight, just like diamonds inlaid on jade!

As soon as the day breaks, business starts coming.

"Grandma, how much is this?" A young man wearing a neat Zhongshan suit and gold-rimmed glasses squatted down, took out a magnifying glass and carefully examined the leaves.

Li Guifang narrowed her eyes, slowly stretched out two fingers, and then spread out her palm.

She had just been getting close to other vendors, and ordinary plants were sold for two thousand. The ones this person liked were not ordinary ones, but the best ones she had raised!

"Two hundred and fifty?" the young man said as he was about to take out his wallet.

"Two thousand five." Li Jianghai answered from the side. His voice was neither too loud nor too low, but the people watching around could hear it clearly.

The young man's hand trembled and he almost dropped the magnifying glass. "So expensive? Are you trying to rob me?"

"Young man, you're not an expert here. This is a proper 'monk's head'. Look at the leaf pattern."

Li Guifang pointed at the leaves with her rough fingers, "This leaf is so thick, and the lines are so clear.

Listen to the sound, it's crisp, and smell the fragrance, it's light but lingering, this is top quality.

The young man wrinkled his nose and sniffed it, but still shook his head: "It's too expensive. Can you make it cheaper? I'll pay right away."

Li Guifang didn't waste any time talking to him and took out another pot from the basket: "Look at this one. The leaves are a little thinner, but they're still vibrant. Only two thousand."

"One thousand and eighteen, let's make it a lucky number." The young man began to bargain.

"One thousand nine hundred and five, no less." Li Guifang pretended to be hurt. "If I wasn't in a hurry to sell it so I could go to Beijing to see my eldest son during the National Day holiday, I wouldn't be willing to sell it."

In the end, the young man bought the second pot for 1,900 yuan, and looked at the pot of "Monk's Head" reluctantly before leaving.

The deal was just done, and before she could even warm up the teacup, two more people came over.

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