Bai Mengdie's two painful words could not comfort the old man at all, but the old man still nodded.

He was afraid that he would be too worried and put too much pressure on Bai Mengdie because she picked up the doll.

The old man took Bai Mengdie to the farmers' market faster and wanted to sell the fruits early to take her to the provincial hospital for examination.

Bai Mengdie followed behind and went to the largest farmers' market in the county, and saw that the men who came with them were all squatting on the ground selling fruits listlessly.

Looking around, the old man and Bai Mengdie found that there were quite a lot of people selling fruits today, and almost all of them were plums.

This month is the season for plums to be launched, so of course there are many people selling plums!

The old man screamed a little bit of a blow: "It's broken! There are so many plums sold today, I'm afraid the plums are not easy to sell, and the price is still low!"

The villagers saw the old man, grandparents and grandchildren, and forced to greet the old man with a smile: "Dad Bai, have you handed the baby over to the police station?"

"Yeah!" The old man glanced at the plums in their baskets, as if they had not reduced their prices, and asked, "How is the business? What's the price? Is it easy to sell?"

All the men sighed: "There are plums sold in the street, how can it be easy to sell them!

And the price is very low, 80 cents per pound! It can’t even sell a dollar! The key is that no one has bought it yet!

I am really worried that these plums can’t be sold, so I can get them back when I get them!"

The old man spoke for a while: "Why is it so cheap? It can be sold for one dollar per pound last year!"

"That's it! We wouldn't have come to the county town to sell it, and we'll have to pay the fare!" The men all regretted it.

Bai Mengdie gently pulled the old man's sleeve and winked at him. The old man understood and left with her.

Those villagers didn't care, thinking that his grandparents and grandchildren had found a place to set up stalls.

Bai Mengdie took the old man out for a while, looked at the villagers who were forty or fifty meters away from them, and then said, "Grandpa, look at the price of fruits here so low, and we can't sell them for so many plums and cherries. So why not try it in the provincial capital to sell them for a few more money."

The old man pondered and said, "Your idea is good, but we don't have a fixed stall in the provincial capital. How can we sell it? We will be driven away by the urban management when setting up a stall."

Bai Mengdie took the basket of cherries from the old man and said, "Grandpa, I have a way.

We can put all the cherries and plums into small bags, and sell them for a bag like this. If you don’t put down the basket, it won’t be considered as occupying the road and setting up a stall. The urban management will not do anything to us. Do you think it’s okay?"

In his previous life, Bai Mengdie saw those vendors selling tea, flowers, vegetables and eggs carrying baskets to do business, but the urban management seemed to have no control.

The urban management in the previous life should have been much stricter than the urban management in this era. The urban management in the previous life was sold, and the same is true in this era.

Two middle-aged women walked to Bai Mengdie, stretched their heads to look at the bright red cherries in her basket, and asked, "Do you sell these cherries?"

Bai Mengdie immediately smiled and said, "Sell, of course!"

The two middle-aged women each picked up a cherry and stuffed it into their mouths, and asked with an expression of giving, "How did they sell it?"

The price of cherries is sold. The grandfather and grandson have already decided on the way here.

Not to mention that this cherry is considered a expensive fruit in this era when the crops were not very rich, it was not cheap even when Bai Mengdie's previous life when all kinds of crops were high in production. Ordinary people can't eat them a few times a year, so the price is three yuan.

To be honest, Bai Mengdie thinks the price is too low! The domestic cherries she made in her previous life were sold in the supermarket for dozens of yuan per pound.

However, the consumption level in the county is low and can only be sold for three yuan per kilogram.

Bai Mengdie smiled and said, "It's very cheap, three yuan per pound."

The two middle-aged women were like Bai Mengdie dug their ancestral graves, and shouted angrily: "You say you are cheap for three yuan per pound! How much is the meat sold for only how much is it? You are almost at the price of meat!"

Bai Mengdie sneered in her heart.

In her previous life, the price of cherries was always twice the price of meat.

For example, if ordinary pork belly was fifteen yuan per pound, the price of cherries in that year was normally about thirty yuan per pound.

The pork in the town costs three yuan per pound, and the pork in the county costs four yuan per pound. Her cherries are sold for eight yuan, but they haven’t even sold for four yuan. These two middle-aged aunts are still saying it’s expensive, do you want me to give it to you for free?

Bai Mengdie immediately ignored the two middle-aged women and continued to discuss with the old man about selling fruits in the provincial capital.

"Grandpa, aren't you worried about me? Do you want me to go to the hospital in the provincial capital to check your health? Anyway, I always have to go to the provincial capital, so let's go to the provincial capital to sell fruits directly."

The two middle-aged women saw that Bai Mengdie ignored them, as if they were noble ladies and were neglected by civilians. They were very angry and asked in a bad voice: "Do you sell this cherry?"

Bai Mengdie was chubby, and her white and tender silver plate was still smiling when she looked towards them. This is how it was doing business, and she had to withstand grievances.

There is a saying in the countryside that goes well: If you want to make money from a donkey, you have to be angry with the donkey first!

She said softly, "I said I've sold it, why don't I sell it?"

The two middle-aged women asked angrily: "Then why are you ignoring people?"

Although Bai Mengdie is fat, she is super cute when she is ridiculous. Her eyebrows and eyes are curved and dimples are very festive. She can drive away the haze in people's hearts: "It's not that I ignore people, but that I said that my cherries are sold for three yuan per catty. Both aunts thought it was expensive, so I didn't know what to say, so I didn't speak."

The old man watched coldly, and saw Bai Mengdian with a graceful butterfly, unlike the mouse carrying a gun in his nest.

At home, she is a hero from Liangshan, not afraid of the world, but when she goes out, she is a turtle with her head. Even if a child of a few years farts in front of her, she thinks it is a bomb thrown by the plane, and she is so scared that she is beyond recognition.

The two middle-aged women were not as arrogant as before, and they curled their lips with a broken face: "It's not expensive for three dollars per pound, I'll buy it for two dollars per pound!"

Bai Mengdie smiled and said, "Two dollars per pound, I will buy all of you, and then pour it to the provincial capital to sell it. One pound can be sold for ten dollars!

The fruit of cherry is a noble fruit and should not be sold in small places like county towns. People in county towns cannot afford it at all!"

The two middle-aged women rolled their eyes at Bai Mengdie together: "Then you are still standing here to sell!"

Bai Mengdie still smiled: "I'm planning to leave!"

The two middle-aged women were so angry that they blew their beards and stared at each other, deliberately cursing Bai Mengdie: "If you want to sell it for ten yuan per pound, you are robbing it with a knife! I see if you mentioned whether you would sell it in the provincial capital!"
Chapter completed!