After hearing this, Aunt Cuilan opened her mouth wide enough to stuff a steamed bun: "What? What are you talking about? Can you still go to jail for stealing five goats? You have to spend ten or eight years in jail?"
Not only Aunt Cuilan didn't believe it, but also the workers who worked together didn't believe it.
"Boss Liang, what you said is too exaggerated. I still have a few of these sheep at home. Some shameless person stole them last year. They haven't found them yet. I didn't hear the police comrades say this to me at the time.
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Aunt Liu rolled up her sleeves and remembered the incident of the lost sheep last year. She became very angry. After she lost the sheep, she scolded the whole village for a month. The sheep was not found and the murderer did not curse.
On the contrary, I became hoarse, and my voice recovered after taking more than 200 yuan of medicine.
When Liang Fei heard what Aunt Liu said, his eyes widened and he said confidently, "Aunt Liu, you really can't believe it. My goat is different from your goat. This is a full-fledged one-horned goat. It's the smallest one."
My lamb was offered 1.8 million, but I didn’t even sell it. Yes, it was our technician Zhang Zhisen. He offered such a high price at that time, and I was reluctant to sell it. Do you think my sheep is worth it?”
Liang Fei said while observing the changes in everyone's faces.
To be honest, the people who work here in Liang Fei are all simple farmers. Each of them looks so simple, and the word "sincerity" cannot be associated with the word "bad guy".
Everyone's faces were filled with nothing but surprise.
Especially when they heard what Liang Fei said about the high price of one-horned goats, they were really frightened.
"What, you...you are the one who got a thousand cuts, you know that sheep are so expensive, you should put them in the bed to sleep, you shouldn't put them in the sheep pen, now it's okay, just tens of millions
No, if someone who knows how to steal it is fine, they can at most sell the sheep to nearby villagers. If someone doesn't know how to steal it, it's okay. If they don't know how, they sell the goat to a sheep slaughterer. This... isn't this such a good goat blind in vain?
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Aunt Cuilan said angrily. When she heard that the goat was so valuable, she was really worried for Liang Fei.
Cuilan's words reminded Liang Fei, yes, the nearby villagers did not know that the one-horned goat was so valuable. If it was really stolen by an unsuspecting thief, they would definitely sell the goat.
"Auntie, tell me, is there a market near here? A market that sells cattle and sheep?" Liang Fei asked immediately, and now there was another way to check.
"Yes, walk five miles west from Guojiatun, and you will find Zhangjiatun. On the first and fifteenth day of every month, there will be a market here. It is dozens of miles away from Fangyuan. The market here is the largest and specializes in selling poultry.
..." Before Aunt Cuilan could finish speaking, Liang Fei set off immediately.
Liang Fei drove to the market. Although it was half past eight in the morning, there were already many people in the market.
Liang Fei looked around and saw that not only chickens, ducks and geese were sold here, but also germanium, cattle and sheep. It was very prosperous.
Liang Fei had a very good nose and was always looking for the smell of sweat smoke, but the smell here was all of animal feces, which completely covered up the smell of smoke. It was still difficult to find the murderer based on the smell of smoke alone.
He noticed that there were quite a few one-horned goats here, but these were all hybrids and were slightly different from his pure one-horned goats.
The eyes of real one-horned goats are blue, and their eyes are black, cyan, and brown. Even if they are close to blue, they are not light blue, but sky blue.
Pure one-horned goats have only one horn, and only the left horn, while some hybrids have left horns, some have right horns, and some even have both horns. What's even stranger is that
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The coat color of hybrid goats is not very smooth, while the coat of pure goats looks like it has been coated with a layer of oil, making it shiny.
Liang Fei also noticed that there were a lot of people smoking cigarettes here. After walking around the market, there were seven people smoking cigarettes. Among these seven people, two were over sixty years old, and the remaining five were in their 40s.
About ten years old.
Liang Fei targeted these five people. Among these five people, three more were selling goats, and the remaining two were selling ducks and the other was selling old sows.
These three people are the final targets.
The first man looked about forty-five years old, of medium build, and a heavy smoker. From the time Liang Fei noticed him until now, he had smoked three sweat cigarettes.
"Brother, how do you sell this goat?" Liang Fei stepped forward, pretending to be nonchalant, touching the goat's head and asking the price.
As soon as the middle-aged man saw the business, he immediately smiled and said: "Brother, you have a good eye. My goat is fat and strong, and the price is the cheapest in the market. If you want it, take it for five hundred yuan."
But a female goat can give birth to three or four in a litter."
The middle-aged man Balabala introduces his goat.
"Yes, yes, yes, but... this doesn't look like a real one-horned goat. I want a pure one. Do you have any? The price is easy to tell." Liang Fei said seriously, staring closely at the middle-aged man's face.
, trying to find the answer on his face.
A trace of sadness appeared on the man's originally happy face. He snatched the goat from Liang Fei's hand and said angrily: "If you want to buy it, buy it. If you don't want to buy it, get out of here. Are you here to buy the goat or are you here to buy it?"
Damn it, this one-horned goat has been extinct for three hundred years. If you still want to buy a pure one, you might as well go to King Yama to buy it."
The more the man talked, the angrier he became. He was so angry that he almost jumped up. I didn't expect this man to have such a big temper.
This goal failed, and with such a bad temper, he probably wouldn't be able to sell a single goat that day.
Liang Fei once again approached the second target. This man was about forty years old. His left hand was a bit disabled and he only had three fingers. He also had eye problems. His left eye seemed to be a dog's eye. Maybe the eye was broken and he didn't have money to replace it. Finally,
Replaced with dog eyes.
There is something strange about this man. Although he only has one eye, his remaining eye is very clever. It can be described as a rat-eye with a sinister eyebrow.
Liang Fei observed his sheep. His house is quite special. In this market, the sheep sellers only sell sheep, and the chicken sellers only sell chickens. He sells all kinds of chickens, ducks, geese, pigs, cattle and sheep.
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Although they were all sold, his sheep looked very thin, as if they had not eaten for several days. The sheep were grazing and gobbling up food, which made people feel a little pitiful.
There is a sign in front of this one-eyed man's stall that says: "Sell if you give me money." Because the price is low, many people buy his goods.
Liang Fei had been observing from the side and saw a middle-aged woman taking a fancy to a pig from his family. This pig looked about a month old. If sold as a piglet, it would obviously be a bit big. If
Sold as finished pigs, they are a bit too small. (To be continued)