Rebirth Space Farming

Chapter 196
Zhuo Feng knows where to buy sweet potatoes. Those who want fresh and cheap go to the vegetable market, and those who are greedy for convenience and cleanliness go to the supermarket.

But to sell the hundreds of catties of sweet potatoes that have just been dug up, this is a long-standing and difficult problem.

Fengxing was also not sure what to do. All the red Fuji apples grown in his hometown were transported and sold by the village collectively.

"Why don't you go to the farmer's market in West Jingxi?" From Yanqing, the nearest one is Jingxi Farmer's Market.

When it comes to buying and selling things, the mother-in-law's mouth is always stronger than the man's. Zhuo Feng and Xiao Xianyi combined, and the next day they planned to take the freshly dug fresh sweet potatoes to the Jingxi Farmer's Market.

The little Altoser at home was okay, but it would be useless if it was stuffed with sweet potatoes, so Zhuo Feng went to find a farmer with a car nearby, rented a truck, and spent 50 yuan plus two bags of belts. Mashed sweet potatoes.

It was only dawn on the second day, and the farmer uncle who was driving came to knock on the door. Zhuo Feng and Xiao Xian stared sleepily, yawned again and again, and got into the car together with the sweet potato quilt.

There are only two seats in the front compartment of the truck. The aunt and nephew pushed me and pushed you, and finally got into the back pocket of the truck together. This situation inevitably reminded Xiao Xian of when he was in Ge Village, when dozens of villagers crowded together. The scene in Uncle Sangouzi's cart.

The early morning wind blows on the face, and there is still a trace of coolness, which is quite relieved.

Zhuo Feng's drowsiness subsided a bit, and he looked down at the sweet potatoes under his feet, "Wow!" he exclaimed, "Xiaoxian, no, we have to clean the sweet potatoes before selling them, look, they are so dirty Yes, how can others be willing to buy it after seeing it?"

Yesterday evening, the sweet potatoes dug out by the three of them were all muddy and unwashed, except for the few that went into their stomachs. Some even brought some sweet potato vines. Not the bagged ones that Zhuo Feng saw in the supermarket.

After Xiao Xian heard this, she wanted to laugh but was afraid that Zhuo Feng would be hurt, so she could only press her smile under her tongue with her lips pursed: "Gu, if you want to keep sweet potatoes for a long time, you can't wash them. Not just sweet potatoes, but all vegetables and melons Fruits, once they get wet with water, are easy to lose their freshness. Besides, the original taste is popular now. When I was in Gecun, the pear tree behind my house hung hundreds of fruits a year If you can’t eat it, you can transport it down the mountain, do you know what kind of pears are the best selling ones?”

Zhuo Feng thought for a moment, if it was her, it would be sure to be, "The big one, the skin is not damaged, and it looks beautiful."

"That's wrong, that's the way for novices to pick pears. Those who know how to buy pears like to pick medium-sized pears with fresh leaves. The real pears are eaten if they don't look very good. It’s so sweet. My grandfather said that it’s just like being a human being. After all, there are only a few people who have both external beauty and inner beauty. Therefore, it’s okay for our sweet potatoes to be ugly. The most important thing is to check the market first. Yes." Hearing what Xiao Xian said one after another, Zhuo Feng hummed a few times, and felt ashamed for a while, as an aunt, he was ashamed again, it seemed that if he wanted to be a farmer, it would be better to be an economically minded farmer. It's really not something that can be practiced in a day or two.

After driving for an hour or so, the sky turned from gray to bright white. When we arrived near Jingxi Farmer's Market, the breakfast shop in the alley had just released a hot aroma.

Xiaoxian and Zhuo Feng came out in a hurry, their stomachs were still empty, so they bought two baskets of steamed buns with vegetables and meat, and gave one basket to the uncle who drove the car. The uncle and nephew sat under the tent of a temporary meal stall and ate. Tofu nao and steamed stuffed bun came.

After eating a few buns and tofu, and with ingredients in their stomachs, both of them became more energetic.

The farmer’s market is different from the general comprehensive vegetable market. It sells everything in it, and not all the people who come and go are farmers with land and agricultural and sideline products, and there are also some individual traders.

It wasn't until Zhuo Feng and the others ate their meal happily and entered the market along with the crowds that they realized that the uncle driving them was really right to drive them out so early.

It wasn't too late for them to come, but all the better stalls were taken up by shrewd traders who knew the locations. Zhuo Feng walked around the crowd, and only found a few places that were neither awkward nor embarrassing.

Having a place is better than not having one, Zhuo Feng thought that in such a lively place where it is difficult to insert pins, he could still find a place to park a truck and sell sweet potatoes.

After parking the car, the uncle who was driving took out the car key, and no one was there. That's fine. Anyway, it was agreed to rent a car for a day, so you can't ask someone to help you drive. You should even yell for help.

Zhuo Feng and Xiao Xian stood beside their sweet potato cart in a daze, not knowing what to do.

"Gu, why don't we yell a few words like the peddler across the street," Xiao Xian pointed to a peasant woman selling local chickens ten meters away.

That rural peasant woman, who looked like an authentic woman with a sunburnt face, was wearing this old gray calico shirt, a few chicken coops and a basket of local eggs, and she was talking about their family with a loud voice. The business: "Sell local chickens and sell eggs, come and have a look, fresh Miyun eggs."

I walked past an old lady in the city who looked like she had come back from morning exercise to go shopping in the market.

The old lady bought vegetables all her life, and she knew very well about native chickens and chickens that eat feed. She asked the peasant woman to catch a small native chicken with hemp yellow feathers.

The old lady weighed it with her hands first, looking at the size of the chicken. Most of the native chickens run in the mountains, and they are small in size.

Looking at the coat color again, the color of the native chicken is brighter than that of the chicken that eats the feed. The chicken that grew up on the rocks of the Chongzi Mountain can't be the same as the chicken that ate the seasoned feed.

"It looks like a real guy. I just made chicken soup for my grandson to make up for it. Let's just take this one." After three times, before the peasant woman could boast, a few other fat chickens were taken away by a few people who were also knowledgeable. , Most of the chickens in the coop went out in a short time.

"Or, let's learn a little bit, and put a few catties of sweet potatoes on the ground and pile them on the truck, so that others can't understand," Zhuo Feng came up with an idea. The good sweet potatoes were neatly arranged in a line and placed on the ground.

A group of people who bought chickens, ducks, and all kinds of things passed by, but no one took a look at the pieces of sweet potatoes on the ground, but a few people glanced at Zhuo Feng and Xiao Xian, who were very eye-catching in the crowd. It's clear: "Where did these two come from, don't put that in the way."

"Xiaoxian, why don't you yell a few times," Zhuo Feng thought, the smell of wine is also afraid of deep alleys, the two of them are unfamiliar faces in the farmers market, it is normal that regular customers dare not buy their sweet potatoes.Who knows if you are selling problematic sweet potatoes, if you sell them today, there will be no one there tomorrow.

"Yelling? Auntie, it's better for you to come. I've been weak recently, and I can't shout," Xiao Xian said.

"Then I'll do it," Zhuo Feng put on a righteous and lingering expression, puffed out his chest and retracted his abdomen, and shouted out a long sentence suffocated in his stomach: "#@%￥&%".

Xiaoxian listened for a long time, but couldn't hear what Zhuo Feng was shouting in his mosquito-like voice.

"Come and see, come and see, the price of jumping off the building, potatoes are [-] cents a catty," next to Zhuo Feng and the others is a potato seller, the same potato cart, but the potato seller is two people taller. The northeastern guy from Martha University, one is waving the lipstick plastic bag in his hand, and the other is holding a tweeter.

Zhuo Feng's mosquito bite immediately silenced.

An hour passed, and the old man who came to buy vegetables for his morning exercise had almost left. Zhuo Feng and Xiao Xian's stalls were counting horizontally and vertically. There were only a few pieces of sweet potatoes left.

The potato seller next to him was already counting his money, and the peasant woman who sold chickens and eggs across the street had almost closed her stall.

At this time, an egg buyer came. This new customer was not very friendly, with a sharp voice, he questioned that the farmer's eggs were not local eggs, and asked her to sell them cheaper.

The honest-looking peasant woman wasted too much time explaining. She took out a bowl from the cloth bag of the scale, took an egg, and knocked it on the mouth of the bowl.

The translucent egg whites flowed into the bowl wrapped in golden egg yolks.The egg yolk in the large porcelain bowl is not small, but the color is very beautiful, authentic golden yellow.The peasant woman shook the mouth of the bowl vigorously again, and the egg juice inside swirled around the mouth of the bowl, thick and strong.

"It can't be fake, it's 100% local eggs," the Northeast man who sold out the potatoes over there counted out 30 yuan from the money he had just sold the potatoes, grabbed the customer who questioned the eggs, and took the rest After buying all the eggs, the customer was so angry that he cursed a few times, turned around and left.

Zhuo Feng looked at it and praised that this trick is not effective, real gold is not afraid of fire, but unfortunately what he sells are sweet potatoes, not eggs, and he can't use it now.

Xiaoxian also saw this scene, and saw her aiming at the sweet potatoes on the ground, and she came up with an idea, she took a piece of sweet potato, and rushed to a free faucet in the farmer's market.

In the blink of an eye, Xiaoxian came back with a big washed sweet potato, red skin, fresh sweet potato at first glance.

"Uncle, borrow your speakers for a while," Xiao Xian said, not politely, and borrowed the tweeters from two big men from Shandong.

Zhuo Feng and Xiao Xian have been standing here looking like they want to buy or not. It has been an hour, and the vendors around are also wondering what kind of business they are selling. Looking at the driving, the two are finally going to get serious. .

Those who started to collect the stalls, including the farmer who sold the chickens, all stopped, waiting to see what Xiao Xian would do next to sell their cart of sweet potatoes.

"Gu, you are responsible for shouting, just say that it is a genuine sweet potato, eat it first and then buy it, if it is not sweet, you don't need money," Xiao Xian came up with the shouting words, Zhuo Feng heard it like a watermelon seller, but he died Treat the horse as a live horse doctor, if you don't sell it, the sweet potatoes in their family will really rot in the field.

Then her and Fengxing's hard work in the past six months was all in vain. Thinking of Fengxing who was still buried in the ground digging for sweet potatoes, Zhuo Feng rubbed his nose, disregarding his face, blushed and yelled : "Sell it, sell it, sweet potato with sweet heart, no sweetness, no money," just after shouting, there was a crisp sound of "cracking" in the ears of the stall owners who were watching.

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Today's third update, there will be another update later.

Well, just poke the ticket at the door~
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(End of this chapter)