When Old Yuan heard this, he quickly responded. He put the winter melons in the basket, hooked the basket and weighed it. Then he weighed the basket and said, "Two winter melons weigh a total of thirteen kilograms. One penny per kilogram is thirteen pennies. Master."
Let’s look at the others and want some more?”
"Let's get a ten-pound mountain fungus too." The steward nodded and added.
"Hey!" Old Yuan grabbed the mountain fungus again and said.
After everyone was weighed in, Song Qiu helped put it into the boy's basket.
The steward counted forty-three copper coins and paid them, but he couldn't help but tell him, "Next time you have gallinopsis, be sure to keep it for me!"
Seeing the steward's attitude toward the exotic mountain goods, Song Qiu couldn't help but frown. Seeing that the stalls on both sides didn't recognize each other, and they were too busy to pay attention, she called the steward.
"There are no gallbladder fungi, but I did pick up some strange fungi on the mountain yesterday. Sir, would you like to take a look?"
As she said that, she took out a morel covered in the small basket and spread it out for the steward to see. She didn't tell the steward what it was, just to see if the steward knew what it was. If he didn't, she wouldn't know it.
No need to bother.
When the steward heard this, he became interested and looked over carefully. When he saw the small honeycomb-shaped morel, he raised his eyebrows and said, "Is this also a mountain mushroom? I've never seen it before."
When Song Qiu heard this, he understood that the manager didn't know about the morel, the king of fungi, and couldn't help but feel a little regretful.
If you don’t know, you won’t understand how precious this morel is.
"Don't you know me? Forget it. I don't dare to buy it if I haven't seen it. If something goes wrong with the food, I won't be able to escape."
The manager didn't know him, and he didn't intend to buy it randomly, but for some reason he became interested after hearing Song Qiu's tone, and immediately asked: "What is this fungus called? How do you eat it?"
Song Qiu shook his head, "I don't know, there are only a few of these fungi in the mountain. I guess they must be very rare, so I picked them up and sold them, in case anyone knows them."
This is true. If you don’t even know it, how do you know that this fungus is edible?
What if it's a toadstool?
After listening to this, the steward secretly shook his head and didn't intend to ask anymore. He turned around and went to another stall.
Old Yuan couldn't help but laugh, "I told you that this bacteria is not a bacteria, but you still don't believe it. You see, you don't even recognize it for such an old man!"
Song Qiu simply put out ten morels, selling them to those who knew the goods, and to those who didn't, she didn't lose anything by displaying them.
"Just take a look. If anyone knows me, I won't sell it casually. Don't worry about eating it to death."
Old Yuan listened and ignored her.
People came to the stall one after another and it became busy.
Several loofahs and tender pumpkins have been sold out, and a basket of mountain mushrooms has almost been sold out.
But Song Qiu's handful of morels were still there. Some people had asked about them, but when they heard that they didn't know what kind of mushrooms they were, no one dared to buy them.
The sun began to climb up, and seeing that the morning market was about to end, Old Yuan looked at the two or three kilograms of mountain mushrooms left in the basket and decided to wait a little longer.
"There are still a lot of mountain mushrooms selling today, so the sales are a bit slower."
This is also true. The villagers who came to town with them today also brought mountain mushrooms to sell, but not as many as them.
There are also other villages selling mountain mushrooms.
Seeing that the sun was coming out, Song Qiu was afraid that the morels would wither, so he was about to put them away when someone stopped in front of the stall.
"What kind of bacteria is this?"
Hearing the sound, Song Qiu looked up and saw a young man in a long gown, elegant and elegant.
"I picked this up on the mountain, and I don't know it either. Do you know this brother?"
Song Wenzhi listened and actually knelt down and picked up one and looked at it carefully.
After a moment, his eyes lit up, "This is a good thing. It's a pity that you don't know the goods, little girl."
Song Qiu's heart moved, "Does this elder brother know what kind of bacteria this is?"
"I'm from Tongfang Pharmacy in town. I'm proficient in medicinal materials, so I can't help but recognize some rare things. If I look at these fungi well, they should be morels, which are known as the king of fungi." Song Wenzhi said with a smile.
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"It's hard for you to sell this to someone who doesn't know the goods. Now that I've met you, just sell it to me."
When Song Qiu heard it, he really knew him. He was a knowledgeable person. After waiting for so long, he really waited for a knowledgeable person. He was so happy!
"Okay! Since you know me, I'll sell it to you!"
Lao Yuan subconsciously wanted to stop her. She didn't expect that someone actually wanted to buy this fungus. Do they really know her? What if she mistakenly bought it and something went wrong after eating it?
But when she thought about this man saying that he was from Tongfang Pharmacy, she knew that pharmacy. When Ah Qiu was sick, she went to that pharmacy to get medicine. The pharmacy had a pretty good reputation.
You don’t eat randomly, do you? I can’t say that we really know each other?
Thinking like this, Old Yuan didn't speak.
It's rare for my granddaughter to pick it up. She's happy to be able to buy it for two cents, isn't she?
Lao Yuan had no idea that this fungus was a precious mountain product, so he just thought it was sold at the same price as mountain fungi. It only cost a few flowers, and it was enough to weigh two liang. If it could be sold for two cents, it was because someone else gave it more.
But what happened next made her eyes widen and she was speechless for a long time.
Song Wenzhi looked at the little girl carefully and saw that the little girl was very happy when he heard that he wanted to buy it. Is it true that he didn't know how rare this thing was?
But it’s true, she’s just a little girl from the countryside. How could she know such a rare morel? I’m afraid she picked it up out of curiosity because she saw the mushroom’s strange appearance.
If you meet other people, you can't fool around with them, just give them two pennies and buy them.
But he, Song Wenzhi, couldn't do such a thing. Even though the other party didn't know how precious the morels were, he couldn't deceive him, right?
Otherwise, my conscience will be uneasy.
"This fungus is called morel. How do you plan to sell it, little girl?" Although he had thought about it, Song Wenzhi rarely made a joke.
"Morels? What a strange name! Brother knows the goods, so naturally he also knows how to sell these morels, right? Just tell me, I will listen to you!" Song Qiu said bluntly.
She knew the morels were valuable, but she didn't know the going price here. If she set a random price, she would lose money and make others laugh.
So just listen to this person.
Looking at his eyes and face, she could see that this man was a decent man and would not deliberately deceive others despite knowing the truth.
Song Wenzhi smiled, stopped joking, and directly quoted the price: "These morels are rare and precious, and they are rarely sold on the market, so there is no specific price, but I have a good friend who used to pay five taels.
Bought for a pound of silver, your ten morels probably weigh less than two taels at most, so I’ll give you the weight of two taels. If it costs five ounces of silver per catty, well, I’ll give you these ten morels together.
How about six hundred and twenty coins?"
As soon as Song Qiu heard his quotation of five taels of silver, he quickly calculated in his mind.
The market price of this dynasty, based on brown rice, is that one stone is one and a half silver, half a catty. One and a half silver can buy three hundred catties of rice. If converted to three yuan per catty in later generations, three hundred catties of rice is nine hundred yuan.
Money, five taels of silver is almost three thousand yuan.
But in fact, in later generations, a pound was only worth ten taels, so there was still more.
In later generations, a pound of morels sold for 3,000 yuan was a total profit, a huge profit!
Song Qiu calculated the account clearly, and felt very happy in his heart, but on his face he said: "Brother said so, so let's just settle it like this!"