After Lin Mo chased away the bunch of bastards, he threw the wooden bucket used for scooping manure into Xu Zhenting's dormitory.
Then he turned around and went home.
A number of villagers had gathered in front of his house, but Lin Mo didn't pay attention, and the villagers didn't dare to ask him what was going on.
The matter had escalated, and Lin Mo had to consider what to do when people from the county came.
If it were Xu Zhenting's uncle who came, he'd probably be going to jail for it.
How do I do it?
Although I'm not afraid, I still need to find a way.
"Hey, Xiao Mo, this pickled vegetable..."
"Are you sure you want it?"
It was Old Zhu, who was the one in the family most in need of money, who spoke first, asking the question timidly.
He brought over a cart full of pickled bok choy.
There were eight baskets in total, and each basket looked to weigh about fifty or sixty pounds.
Lin Mo was a little surprised to see that Old Zhu's family had brought so many pickled vegetables.
But it's easy to figure out after a little thought.
His family was poor, and they could hardly expect to have a proper meal every day. It was normal for them to have a lot of pickled vegetables that they would eat with porridge.
“We have just this much at home. We were originally planning to eat it ourselves, but if you want it, we’d be happy to sell it to you,” Old Lin said with a smile, his eyes shining with great anticipation.
Upon seeing the pickled vegetables, Lin Mo had an idea.
“I bought it. It was agreed to be three yuan per jin. Let’s weigh it in the yard.”
Old Zhu and Old Lin were so excited when they heard this:
"Since you're buying pickled vegetables, you must be sure you'll also be buying fish jelly, right?"
"We went fishing today, and we've already made two pots of fish jelly!"
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