Lin Mo had just driven the goods out of the village with a rumble.
Shortly after, Miao Shouzhen, who had barely woken up, arrived at the Lin family's residence and happened to glance at a sign outside the large store with a few lines of text written on it—
"Acquisition?"
"Pickled bok choy, three yuan a pound?!"
"Fish jelly, rabbit jelly... also three yuan a pound?!"
Miao Shouzhen thought he was seeing things and had misjudged the situation.
Shouldn't there be a zero in front of the number?
After rubbing my eyes hard, oh my god! Did I see that right?
"You little devil!!!"
He screamed outside the store, startling the villagers who were watching TV inside.
"My God! Pickled bok choy for three yuan a pound?!" Old Zhu was shocked by the price and let out a cry of disbelief.
"What a coincidence! We secretly planted a small plot of bok choy before winter and pickled over a hundred catties! We were planning to eat it during the winter!"
The shockingly high price terrified the villagers, who screamed and yelled in alarm.
"We once made fish jelly, and one pot of it, including the broth and the meat, weighed a hundred catties!"
"One hundred jin is three hundred yuan?!" Lin Gangtie racked his brains, calculating this simple but frightening number.
"Ten pots is three thousand!!" Old Zhu also chimed in with a sharp, explosive shout.
"Thirty pots is nine thousand! Does that mean every household has a chance to become a ten-thousand-yuan household?!"
I can't sit still anymore, I absolutely can't sit still.
Why bother watching TV! Why complain about the freezing temperatures in Nenjiang!
The store was completely deserted in an instant.
Meanwhile, Lin Mo, who was making a rumbling delivery out of the village, suddenly saw something ahead on the road...
There were five or six people blocking the road.
"Hehe." It's Xu Zhenting again.
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