Then, the village chief took out his loudspeaker and shouted to the village: "Everyone, please pay attention, everyone, please pay attention. Immediately go up the mountain to look for white cotton moon grass. The important thing is to say three times: that is the white cotton moon grass that Miss Su needs. That is the white cotton moon grass that Miss Su needs."
The White Cotton Moon Grass that Miss Su needs is the White Cotton Moon Grass that Miss Su needs. The price is very high, one White Cotton Moon Grass and one Green Crystal."
The buyer on the side stood up weakly: "One white cotton moon grass costs one green crystal? We will pay a hundred times, no, two hundred times the price!"
The purchasers included an old man, a middle-aged man, and a young man.
It was the young man who was shouting now.
Young people feel that they can’t buy you a hundred times, but they can’t buy us two hundred times!
You know, even if it is two hundred times, there is still a lot of room for profit.
However, the village chief ignored him and treated his words as nothing.
The villagers also took the frames and ran up the mountain very fast.
"Three hundred times! We will give you three hundred green crystals for a white cotton moon grass! The price is already very expensive!" The young man was unwilling to give in and shouted at the top of his voice, but no one paid him any attention. The villagers just took him for granted.
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The young man was very unconvinced and shouted to the village chief: "Don't the village chief consider the vital interests of the villagers? Can the village chief really speak out? Are the villagers really convinced?!"
The villagers looked at the young man jumping up and down like an idiot, and then walked past him indifferently.
The young man has never suffered many setbacks, so being ignored this time made him particularly angry.
He grabbed an aunt who passed by him carrying a bamboo basket.
The aunt threw her hands away angrily: "What are you doing!"
"Auntie, are you really willing to do that? Originally, a white cotton moon grass could be sold for 300 green crystals, 300 green crystals! But you only sell 100 green crystals. Are you willing to do so? Are you really willing to do so?!" The young man followed the temptation.
, trying to sow discord among the villagers.
Indeed, one was purchased for one green crystal for a white cotton moon grass, and the other was purchased for three hundred green crystals. Is the difference a full three hundred times?
However, the aunt glanced at the young man with an idiotic look, turned to the little boy with short legs beside her and asked: "Little Shitou, who saved your father?"
"Sister Su"
"So what do we do?"
"Whoever dares to say something bad about Sister Su will be beaten to death!" The little boy flicked his little arm, and the half-eaten bun in his hand hit the young man's nose with a thud.
Although it didn't hurt, how did the young man get off the stage when he was slapped in the face by a child in public?
When the other villagers saw this scene, they burst into laughter and then left in twos and threes.
As they walked, they said: "Is this person a fool? It's rare that there is something Miss Su wants, so of course we will do our best."
"Even so, I don't know how my brains grow. It's rare for us to have anything to show filial piety to Miss Su. Even if we give money back, we still have to kneel down and beg Miss Su to accept it. This person must be mentally ill."
"I see that not only is his brain sick, but his eyes are also sick. He is staring at us like we are idiots."
"Let's go, let's go, everyone is busy digging up the white cotton moon grass on the mountain, who has time to pay attention to him?"
"That's right, our whole family is on the move. My sixth son, who is only four years old, also said that he wants to help Miss Su dig white cotton moon grass. Hahaha, what a good boy!"