Su Jian was shocked by her brother's words. She didn't expect that her brother could see more clearly than she did, and she had already noticed that her second uncle and second aunt had evil intentions.
"Okay, let's go sell the corn."
The land contracted by Su Mingcheng is basically planted with corn.
Sticky corn is valuable, and Liu Fang also wants to go to the market to sell corn, but there is too much work at home and they have no way to divide their time. The couple can only envy others for their extra income.
"Don't tell your parents about this beforehand."
"Sister, don't worry, I keep my mouth shut."
"There is one more condition." She looked at her clever brother.
"Starting tonight, you will study with me."
"No way, sister? I get a headache when I read a book. Do you want to kill me?"
"Stop talking nonsense, otherwise you won't be able to make money selling corn in the morning."
The siblings went straight to the morning market. They were in the same place as yesterday. As soon as they parked the car, people gathered around them.
The sale was faster today, it only took fifteen minutes, and the last two sticks were sold for one yuan, so the actual profit was 33 yuan.
"Kid, don't leave yet!"
As the two pushed the cart to leave, a middle-aged man stopped them.
Su Jian stepped back warily, "Uncle, what do you want?"
"You two are still students, right?" the middle-aged man looked up and down.
"Don't be afraid. I'm not a bad person. I sell vegetables in the market. My surname is Yang. Others call me Boss Yang."
Not knowing what kind of medicine he was selling in his gourd, the siblings didn't dare to say anything.
"I would like to ask, does your family grow corn?"
"…yes."
"Can you tell me where you live?"
Boss Yang wanted to wholesale some glutinous corn for sale. Su Jian let out a sigh of relief. She thought that they were not allowed to come to the morning market to set up stalls if they met a food bully.
The corn will be old in a few days, and if you want to sell it, you won't be able to get a good price. If you get a thousand ears of sticky corn from twenty acres of land, it shouldn't be a problem.
Su Jian told Uncle Yang her home address and found a public telephone hall. Since there was no phone installed at home, she could only call her neighbor's house and ask him to help call Su Mingcheng to pick up.
Hearing that the call was from his daughter, Su Mingcheng panted and picked up the phone.
"Daughter, what's wrong? What happened?"
"Dad, there is an uncle named Yang who wants to buy our corn. I have already negotiated the price. It is sixty cents per corn. He will take his car over to load it later."
What?
Su Mingcheng was confused. His daughter was in a hurry to go to school and hung up the phone in a hurry. About half an hour later, Mr. Yang drove someone to the village.
"How do you know my daughter?" Su Mingcheng asked warily as he refused the cigarette offered by Boss Yang.
"Haha, it seems you don't know yet. Your daughter and son have been selling fresh corn at the morning market these two days, and it's very popular."
"I think the corn is growing so well. The person who is tending it must be an expert in farming. I want to buy a thousand sticks of corn. I have brought all the workers. Don't worry, I will never damage the corn field."
After understanding Boss Yang's purpose in detail, Su Mingcheng looked at his wife, and the two smiled bitterly.
People are here, but we can’t let them go away empty-handed. Besides, the price of corn is reasonable, so why not?
*
Su Mingfeng hired a tricycle to take Mr. Su and Mrs. Su to the countryside. Along the way, Mrs. Su scolded him and complained about his soft ears. Everything Wang Chunmei said was right, but he didn't even dare to fart.
"Okay, we're almost in the village, what's the use of talking about this?" Old Man Su rolled his eyes at his wife.
"There are exams coming soon, but you grind your teeth or snore and fart every night when you go to bed. How many times have your children become anxious? If you don't get into high school, it's all your fault."
Mrs. Su stared angrily, "I'm not like this for a day or two? How did Xiaojun get into high school?"
Speaking of her grandson, Mrs. Su puffed up her chest proudly.
"My eldest grandson should be a good boy and get admitted to the best high school in the province to give you, Mr. Su, some face." This chapter has been completed!