"I am willing to serve Elder Ye."
The bald man, his face dark, pushed the two apart, forcing a smile as he rubbed his hands together and said, "Look at making money..."
Ye Wenxue took the bamboo basket from Shuangshuang's hands, opened it, and pushed it towards the bald man: "Selling bean sprouts, what do you want?"
The bald man slapped his thigh: "Damn it!"
The people inside the room remained silent.
You made that decision way too quickly!
Mother | Boss Ye only said five words!
The bald man scoffed and glanced at Zhiwu and Zhiwang: "How many days has it been since you two have eaten fresh fruits and vegetables?"
Zhi Wu did the math: "Three days? Or five days?"
Zhiwang shook his head: "After the snow, we haven't eaten any fresh vegetables. We've been eating pickled vegetables, preserved vegetables, dried radishes, or smoked bacon."
Even so, it's barely considered a decent meal.
At this point, Zhiwang suddenly realized: "There is also a lack of vegetables and fruits down in the mountains, especially for some wealthy merchants who are neither rich nor poor."
High-ranking officials and wealthy families have plenty of money, so they don't have to worry about not having enough vegetables to eat.
Ordinary people can barely afford rice porridge, let alone vegetables.
Therefore, those who have the greatest demand for green vegetables in winter are landlords, gentry, and the like.
In the towns below the mountain, among the people who had not yet fled famine, there was a lack of everything except landlords and gentry.
After all, not everyone has the courage to abandon their family business and find another way to make a comeback.
Even... if they wanted, they could sell vegetables in Longxing Prefecture and make a fortune.
This is much more profitable than the charcoal business, where you only make a couple of coins per pound.
Zhiwang looked at Ye Wenxue with bright eyes, wishing he could volunteer to handle the matter himself.
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