As night fell, the villagers returned from the mountain.
They crowded together in front of Su Jiaoniang's courtyard.
Su Jiaoniang opened the door, holding a scale in her hand, and began to weigh the items. One jin cost one wen, and the money flowed out of her hand with a clatter.
Among those who came to sell persimmons, there were quite a few who tried to take shortcuts and were selling inferior persimmons. The size and shape of the persimmons they picked were not up to standard at all, so Su Jiaoniang directly picked out the substandard ones.
"Hey, how could you do this? We picked these with so much effort!" The person picking the persimmons was stunned.
Su Jiaoniang paused for a moment: "Then forget it, I won't buy it!"
After finishing her sentence, Su Jiaoniang paid for the weighed persimmons and closed her front door.
Some things are too troublesome to explain with painstaking effort.
When Xiaoya returned home with Futu that night, she saw a group of people standing outside and a look of suspicion flashed across her face.
Just as they were about to push open the door to their own home, they were surrounded by a group of people, and the two children were forced to listen to everyone's complaints.
“Futu, talk to your mother properly. These were all picked with great effort. How can you just throw them away like that?” A man with a mustache and a distressed expression said to Futu from the crowd.
Fu Tu stared at the persimmons for a while before saying, "You can feed them to pigs. What people can eat, pigs can eat too. It won't go to waste!"
How can we make money if we're feeding pigs?
Everyone glared at the person who was just pretending to be someone else. Why couldn't they just follow the requirements properly instead of trying to be clever?
There are so many persimmons on the mountain; you could easily use them all with just a little effort.
"Alright, I'll go talk to Mother properly. You can't bully people anymore." The little girl said softly. Her mother probably wouldn't really give up the persimmons, otherwise she wouldn't have spent money to buy them.
Judging from the current situation, someone must be bullying Mother.
"Little girl, you're such a little bodhisattva!"
"Little girl, hurry up!"
The person carrying the persimmons rubbed their hands together; the nights were already getting chilly this time of year!
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