Second Brother Shen took Yan Bao and the others to the yellow peach orchard. There happened to be a few people at the intersection, including the man who sold him yellow peaches. Four of them were ten cents each, which was not expensive, but they tasted too bad.

Brother Shen immediately looked unhappy and his face turned black.

The man selling peaches recognized Second Brother Shen, his expression changed, and he was about to hide.

When others saw this, they pulled the man aside and were very dissatisfied with him: "We told you not to cheat people. You actually sold such hard peaches to children. What if they broke their teeth?"

The peach seller said innocently: "He wanted to buy it himself."

"You're right. If you hadn't been ripped off by someone, our village would have lost all the money we'd spent on growing peaches on this hilltop. Now we're giving it to other people to feed their pigs, and they'd be disgusted by it."

"Yeah, yeah, and they say peaches can make money, but where's the money?"

"I don't know either. It's all that unscrupulous merchant's fault. He said these were the most delicious fairy peaches, but who knew they were this kind of peaches!" The peach seller was in tears. He was so excited to make a fortune, but after the first year, he found out that the peaches were hard and tasteless. No one wanted to eat them even when he gave them to others.

The store owner who had previously said he would buy their peaches took one bite and turned around and ran away.

There are thousands or even tens of thousands of kilograms of yellow peaches on the mountain, but they can't be sold at all.

As for money, don’t talk about it anymore, it’s all tears.

Yan Bao didn't expect that he arrived at such a coincidence and happened to hear them complaining.

Looking at the two younger brothers, Shen Erge and his companions, the peach seller, having been scolded, felt embarrassed to cheat the children out of their money. He took out ten coins and said, "Here, here, here. I was wrong. I will never sell peaches again. I will chop down the peach tree today and use it as firewood."

[No, it would be a shame to chop down such a good yellow peach! ]

[If you make canned yellow peaches, they would sell for one or two taels of silver per can in winter, which is not expensive!]

Second Brother Shen was almost frightened to death by Yan Bao’s inner voice, one tael of silver for a jar?

How big is the can?

If it is a jar as big as a water jar, he will taste it to see if it tastes good. If it tastes good, he will not be willing to buy it.

He doesn't have any silver!

Yan Bao didn't know what was in Second Brother Shen's heart, nor did she know that Second Brother Shen knew what was in her heart. She could only write on the ground. If only she knew sign language, she could understand it by gesturing a few times.

Unfortunately, she didn’t know how to do it, so she could only write: Second brother, ask what the situation is. The peach tree cannot be cut down. It has just borne fruit. It’s such a pity. Let’s buy it!

The peach seller was shocked: "Is this little girl writing?"

Another villager was curious: "What does it say? Why don't I recognize it?"

The third villager shook his head: "I don't know him either."

The peach seller said he didn't know it either.

Ziyun barely split the issue, she preferred boxing to reading and writing.

Second Brother Shen knew him, and he asked the peach seller, "Are you going to cut down these peach trees?"

The peach seller was ashamed: "Young Master must have eaten them. These peaches are not tasty, not even as good as the hairy peaches in the village. I was also deceived by the fruit tree seller. He said it was a fairy peach variety and would pay back in three years. Who knew that the fruit was not only unpalatable, but also not red."

Yan Bao: [To prevent you from downloading anti-fraud apps.]

Second Brother Shen: “???”

What is fart?

"I've lost everything this time. I can't sell them, so I can only cut them down and plant something else next year." The peach seller couldn't help but feel tears welling up in his eyes. He slapped his thigh and said, "Oh, my money, the money I saved with great difficulty, woo woo!"

Yan Bao frowned as he looked at the tearful peach seller. [How pitiful! He's truly miserable. I sympathize with him from the bottom of my heart, and I'm secretly delighted. Haha!]

[It's good that they're not selling well. No one will compete with me for peaches, right?]

[I can buy at a low price, sell at a high price, and make a lot of money!!!] Yan Bao was overjoyed. The business empire in his mind suddenly emerged, which was even more magnificent than the imperial palace.

Second Brother Shen looked at Yan Bao, whose face was flushed and eyes were shining, and couldn't bear to watch.

How come there is a little money-grubber in their Shen family?

I didn’t think so before, but now I know that if Yan Bao were an official, he would definitely be a corrupt official.

Fortunately, she is a woman. If she were a man, she would probably have embezzled half of the national treasury.

Yan Bao looked at Brother Shen excitedly and wrote on the ground, wishing she could say it herself, but unfortunately she couldn't.

I should have brought the Thirteenth Prince, that tool, here earlier.

well!

Brother Shen understood what Yan Bao meant and bargained with the peach seller according to what she wrote: "I like your peaches very much. If you are willing, name a price and we will buy them. This hilltop will belong to me."

"You want to...buy?" The peach seller's voice was so excited that it choked.

Yan Bao nodded.

The peach seller didn't believe it: "My peach orchard has fifty acres of land, which is fifty taels of silver. Adding the investment in the past three years, it must be at least three..." The peach seller hooked his finger, looked at the three underage kids in front of him, and didn't dare to speak.

Yan Bao clenched his fist: [Three thousand taels? It's not a small amount.]

Second Brother Shen: “???”

Just this little piece of peach costs three thousand taels?

Crazy?

Second Brother Shen has no money and won’t buy it.

Under Yan Bao's impatient gaze, the peach seller stammered a number: "How about three...three hundred taels?"

Yan Bao nodded without even thinking: "I'll make money. I can make canned yellow peaches, and they'll sell for at least three to five thousand taels. Hahaha, I'll be rich!"

Brother Shen was dumbfounded: “Three hundred taels?”

The peach seller shuddered in fear: "If you think it's too expensive, two hundred taels is also fine."

Yan Bao's eyes widened in disbelief: [Two hundred taels? Buy it!!!]

Second Brother Shen was almost deafened by Yan Bao's inner voice: "Two hundred taels is two hundred taels, this piece of mountain will be ours from now on, as well as the peaches on the tree and everything else."

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