When Liu Qingshan heard everyone cheering, he was not shaken.

He said without hesitation: "Just sell fifteen yuan per pound, not even a dollar less."

"Why is it so difficult for you to speak? You just don't want to lose a few dollars?"

"Yes, I went to Ziyu Town two days ago, and the winter bamboo shoots there were only ten yuan per pound." said a middle-aged man.

Liu Qingshan looked up at the man, feeling familiar, and pointed to his face and said, "Brother, look at the person who sells ten yuan per pound of bamboo shoots is me?"

When the man heard this, he stared at Liu Qingshan and looked at him a few times.

Hey, it's really the same person.

"It's really you." The man was so amused and crying, "Why did you go to the county town to sell it?"

"The price is not affordable in the countryside, so I can only come to the county town to sell it. Brother, you also know that just from Ziyu Town, there is a good road. The road is curved and steep, the road is not good, and there are many cars. I came out in the morning with the cold wind, but I ate a lot of dust. So, the price of fifteen yuan is really not cheating you."

"That's right, but your price has increased by one-half, which is too much. Otherwise, you can sell it for eleven yuan per pound."

"That's right, you only sold ten yuan per catty, but now you're selling it to fifteen. Isn't this a starting price?" said an old lady.

"Sold ten yuan two days ago, now it's fifteen. Boss, you can't just sell these winter bamboo shoots by yourself, you can't ask for a price all over the place."

Liu Qingshan felt really wronged.

Digging winter bamboo shoots is not a big deal for me, but it is very difficult for me to be an elderly person who is not in good health like my father.

Nowadays, bamboo shoots are buried the deepest, nearly half a meter deep. Digging bamboo shoots in the bamboo forest where mosquitoes fly is really not a hard work that ordinary people can afford to eat.

Before, Uncle Lu Weidong from the village dug up for more than ten kilograms of bamboo shoots after digging for a whole morning.

From this we can see how difficult it is for ordinary people to dig winter bamboo shoots today.

Therefore, Liu Qingshan would not lower the price just because everyone started to make trouble.

If he lowers the price, it will be difficult for those who dig bamboo shoots to sell at a high price. He must not break the price of the bamboo shoots.

"Just fifteen yuan per pound, no one can be lost." Liu Qingshan was still very persistent.

This made the old lady who was most persistent in bargaining was unhappy: "Why don't you listen to me, your child? You can't do business like this."

"Grandma, let's speak with conscience. According to previous years, winter bamboo shoots have not been on the market yet. If I lower the price now, then when the winter bamboo shoots are really on the market, those mountain people who dig bamboo shoots like me will not be able to afford the price. Anyway, my bamboo shoots will only be sold for fifteen yuan per pound, not even a dollar less."

"Hey, this is like you are a Bodhisattva who saves the suffering." The old lady seemed a little dissatisfied, "Just sell your bamboo shoots, do you care if others can afford the price?"

"You can't say that." Liu Qingshan stretched out his hand to show the old lady, "Look, anyone who goes to dig bamboo shoots has such hands."

Everyone was shocked to see the young man's hands.

That hand is not the hand of a young man in his twenties. It is clearly the hand of an old man.

The bloody holes left by the bamboo clothes and thorns on the head were like the blush on the big girl's face, red, bloody, and very hideous.

Generally, young men in their twenties have either slender and flexible hands or round and full, but this young man is very good. His hands are covered with bloody holes and calluses, and even his nails are full of black mud.

"Grandma, look, these bamboo shoots are not picked up, they are dug by one hoe and one hoe. Sometimes they can't stop even if they are hooked by the thorns and shrubs in the mountains. Once they stop, time will disappear, and the bamboo shoots dug this day will be less. So, this price is really not a trick for you."

Listening to Liu Qingshan's words, not only did the customers around the bamboo shoot stall look gentle, but even the vendors around him cast gentle and smiling eyes at the young man.

Speaking of which, at the beginning, everyone was really very cautious and thought that this young man might be his competitor.

But what this young man said just now really warmed up a group of hawkers. Not only did this young man not destroy the price of bamboo shoots to sell more bamboo shoots, but he also considered other mountain people who might dig winter bamboo shoots in the future.

This mind is really something that people like them can't compare to.

Thinking of this, the vendors next to him started to speak for Liu Qingshan.

"Winter bamboo shoots will not be available until around the Spring Festival. At that time, they could be sold for more than ten yuan per pound. According to me, they should be sold for more than twenty yuan per pound now."

"Yes, some time ago, even the square bamboo shoots were sold for about ten yuan per pound. I think these winter bamboo shoots should be sold for more than twenty yuan per pound."

"Little handsome guy, they don't want it for fifteen yuan, so you can sell it for twenty yuan per pound. Believe me, when it comes to lunch, many people come to buy vegetables, and even if you sell it for twenty yuan per pound, you can sell it out quickly."

When everyone was uneasy when they heard that these vendors were helping the boss selling bamboo shoots to make a mistake.

The old lady who was most persistent in bargaining said, "That, little brother, weigh me two kilograms of bamboo shoots."

As soon as the old lady let go, the others were no longer persistent and called Liu Qingshan a bamboo shoot.

But Liu Qingshan just used his old scale rod with both hands, so he was not too busy. Seeing this, the aunt selling vegetables next to him picked up her scale rod and came to help.

After more than ten minutes, dozens of kilograms of bamboo shoots were removed. In less than an hour, more than 100 kilograms of bamboo shoots were sold.

Liu Qingshan was very grateful to the aunt who helped and said that he would give her two kilograms of bamboo shoots, but the aunt didn't want it.

The aunt smiled and said, "Just as you said, you didn't pick up the bamboo shoots. You keep them for money. The aunt himself sells vegetables and does not lack this food."

The aunt left, but the old man who was selling oranges who had been standing by the side at the beginning had not left yet.

Liu Qingshan felt strange: "Uncle, do you have anything else?"

Seeing that the busy little boss had time to take care of him, the old man immediately asked with a smile: "Little brother, look, I sell oranges. If you sell a lot of bamboo shoots, you must be tired and dry. Otherwise, I will exchange five kilograms of oranges for you one kilogram of bamboo shoots. Do you think it's okay? My oranges are sold for three kilograms of oranges."

As he said that, the old man quickly brought a basket from the side.

When Liu Qingshan looked in, he saw some oranges with crooked melons and cracked dates.

"Uncle, did you plant your oranges yourself?" Liu Qingshan asked.

The old man shook his head: "No, I can't grow oranges like this? These are oranges in other people's orchards. Good oranges are sold to the big boss. There are still some not-so-good ones left on the tree, so I just pick them casually. I picked them before dawn, but they are fresh. Do you want to try one?"

After the old man said that, he quickly picked out the best orange from the basket, peeled off the thin peel, and handed it to Liu Qingshan.

All the oranges were handed over, but Liu Qingshan couldn't eat them.

In fact, Liu Qingshan also has oranges planted at home, and the oranges at home are not even given medicine, which is better than those in these large orchards.

But when he saw the old man looking at him with a longing look, he asked, "Uncle, you sold your oranges for money, you don't need to exchange for my bamboo shoots. My bamboo shoots are too expensive. If you exchange them for five kilograms, you won't be worth it."

Seeing the old man's clothes, he was not as fashionable as other old men, Liu Qingshan thought that the old man's family was probably not very good.

The old man lowered his head, like a child, and smiled embarrassedly: "Haha, that, my old woman loves to eat bamboo shoots."

These words made Liu Qingshan and the vendor beside him stunned for a moment.

Haha, what kind of fairy old lady can have such a cute old man?
Chapter completed!