Seeing him like this, the woman took a look at the fresh yam on the ground, then stood up, returned to the yam stall on the other side without looking back, and then squeezed into the crowd.

While choosing yam, she asked in confusion: "It's really strange. You sell yams, and the boss over there also sells yams, but his yams cost 20 yuan per pound. Why is the price so much different?"

The man stared at the handsome woman and laughed: "Oh, the yams should be wholesale, the purchase price is high, and the price must be sold higher. I dig these yams into the mountains myself. They are not a business, and I make a profit if I sell them, so it doesn't matter if I sell them at all. I sell them early, so it's better to go home early."

Liu Qingshan didn't hear this, but the other vendors beside him could hear it clearly.

Haha, those ignorant citizens don’t understand the tricks. Do they, the old fried dough sticks, don’t understand?

They can tell whoever yam was dug from the mountains and who yam was wholesale.

So, when everyone heard what the man said, he felt a little uneasy for Liu Qingshan, but the young man was so wise that he didn't care about anything when he put the yam on.

Alas, even if they want to help, they are powerless.

Just as everyone was indignant in private, the man's sack of yam had been sold out.

Liu Qingshan looked at the man opposite him who was already packing up the empty bag and thought to himself, it was his turn to sell yam now.

This man's yam was blocking the road. He had been setting up a stall for more than an hour, but he had not sold a pound of yam. Now that the man's yam was sold out, it was his turn to sell it.

However, the man seemed to have no intention of closing the stall. He shook the hole of the bag down a few times, poured the soil inside to the ground, and turned around and walked towards a small truck on the side of the road ahead.

From a distance, I saw several foam boxes piled up on the small truck.

The man walked to the truck, lifted the lid of a foam box, and immediately a whole box of yam was exposed inside.

This man was also smart. He did not carry the yam from the car with the foam box, but put the yam from the foam box into a bag, and then carried the bag back to the place where he was sold.

Everything seemed to have returned to the starting point.

The man's horn rang again.

Damn, artificially grown yam actually pretends to be wild yam!

This made the uncle selling vegetables next to Liu Qingshan very angry.

Liu Qingshan was also a little discouraged. He had to wait until the man's yam was sold out, and it was probably until the afternoon.

Or, sell it in another place?

Although this central vegetable market has the largest flow of people, this is not the only vegetable market.

Although the county is not big, there are vegetable markets in the southeast, west and northwest.

Instead of spending time here, it is better to sell it in another place. As the saying goes, a tree moves dead and a person moves alive.

When Liu Qingshan thought about this, he planned to pack up his things and leave.

But at this moment, an old lady with white hair attracted Liu Qingshan's attention.

The old lady was hunching her back and carrying a cloth bag in her hand, and was walking staggeringly on the side of the road.

When I arrived at the entrance of the vegetable market, I looked at the vegetable stalls, but the old lady's eyes did not stop.

Until she saw the popular yam stall, her eyes seemed to be fixed, and she looked straight at the yams that were lying on the ground and were picked by customers.

She walked over, squeezed to the front, picked up a yam from the ground, looked at the boss who was busy greeting other customers and asked, "Boss, do you have this yam for ten yuan per pound?"

The man glanced at her and quickly returned: "Ten dollars per pound."

As he said that, a plastic bag was thrown in front of the old lady.

She took the plastic bag, but did not pick up the yam and put it in. Instead, she looked at the man with anticipation and asked, "Is your yam a wild yam?"

"Oh, my yams are of course wild." Faced with the old lady's long-windedness, the man became a little impatient and his voice became much louder, "Ten dollars per pound, wild."

Despite hearing such a positive answer, the old lady still did not pick up the yam and put it into the bag, but chased after him, "Boss, I am already old. Don't lie to me. To be honest, there is an old man in my family. He is older than me. He is not able to walk smoothly now and can no longer go out. He can only stay at home all day, afraid that he will not live for a few years. But today he suddenly said that he wanted to take yam. I went to several vegetable markets but couldn't find yam. I finally got here and saw you selling yam. Don't lie to me. If it weren't wild, my old man wouldn't like to eat it."

The old lady's words made the man very disgusted, but it was not easy to refute her in front of so many people. She could only endure the disgust and said, "Oh, you are so old, why am I lying to you? My yam is definitely wild. If you don't lie to you, just pick it if you want it, otherwise you will be gone after others have finished picking it."

The old lady hesitated, as if she was still hesitant.

Liu Qingshan couldn't stand it anymore. Is this man clearly lying with his eyes open?

Is that smooth and straight yam wild?

Do you really think that animals in the mountains are vegetarian?

Although yam grows underground, if it grows in the wild, its living environment will be much worse than artificially grown yams. Not only do you have to face different soft and hard soil, but you also have to compete with other plants for territory and nutrients. Sometimes you will be persecuted by some ground insects. Therefore, few wild yams are good-looking, and they are basically some guys who seem to be "skewed and cracked."

Even if some yams grow in good places and get a good skin, such yams only account for a small number. It is impossible to say that all yams are good-looking long-legged Oppas.

But this man's yam was almost all smooth and straight. Anyone who had dug yams in the mountains could tell that his yam could not be wild.

But it would be fine if this man deceived others. Even such an old lady who seemed to be in her eighties was really unprincipled and inhumane.

Originally, everyone was making a living outside, and Liu Qingshan shouldn't have meddled with other people's business, but he just couldn't stand such a guy who cheated on the old man's money.

He stood up and shouted to the old lady in front of the yam stall opposite: "Grandma, I have yam here, it's wild."

Liu Qingshan shouted, but the loudspeaker was very noisy, and the old man's ears were not that good, so he didn't hear Liu Qingshan's shouting.

However, this doesn't matter.

As long as he, Liu Qingshan, speaks, others will definitely help.

Originally, everyone was disgusted with the fraud of men selling yam, and they all wanted to find an opportunity to teach this man a lesson, but everyone didn't wait for the opportunity. However, as soon as Liu Qingshan spoke, this opportunity came.

When the vendor next to him saw that the old lady didn't respond, he quickly acted as a messenger and walked to the old lady: "Auntie, the little boss selling yam over there is calling you."
Chapter completed!