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After Na Maocheng left, Liu Caiyun stayed in the blacksmith shop. She went to work in Niuwang Village almost every day, came and went with those old people, and sometimes went to the village to sit and talk with Liu Chunlan at night. Sometimes it was Liu Chunlan who went to the iron shop to look for her.

Recently, several greenhouses have been set up in Niuwangzhuang. Most of the greenhouses are planted with some leafy vegetables, cucumbers and tomatoes. In addition, there is also a special greenhouse for strawberries.

Luo Meng's income during this period was pretty good. The money he earned from selling mooncakes plus his income from other sources in the past two months not only paid off the blacksmith's rent, but also returned the money Luo Hongfeng had paid him before. , and then built a shed on Niuwangzhuang.

Xiao Shulin still has to wait for the 50 yuan. Xiao Shulin is not in a hurry, and Luo Meng is not out of touch with him. With the speed at which he is making money now, it is estimated that the money will not be long.

On this day, Xiao Shulin received a call from a colleague in the company, saying that a colleague who was on the morning shift recently asked for half a month's leave due to family problems, and someone from the middle and evening shifts also asked for leave. They took the lead, and this kind of thing happened often before, Xiao Shulin readily agreed.

When Luo Meng heard about this, he went to the county seat with Xiao Shulin the next day.On the one hand, Xiao Shulin has not driven on the winding mountain road in the early morning for some time, and Luo Meng is not at ease; it is also fine.

They went out at four o'clock, and it was still dark when they arrived in the county. After unloading the goods from the first high, the sky gradually became brighter. By the time they reached the third high, the sky was basically already bright.

As soon as the car turned into the road where the gate of the third high school was located, the bustle and bustle came oncoming. There was a street stall at the corner. The stall owners were two high school boys in school uniforms. When Luo Meng saw the size of their stall, I knew this girl must be buying and selling.

"Selling green onions! Selling green onions! Eat more green onions and be healthy! All the farmyard manure is planted! Hand-caught insects! No chemical fertilizers or pesticides!"

"Why sell it?"

"Two dollars a handful!"

"How much is this one?"

"Two or two."

"It's not enough to weigh two or two, right?"

"Make sure the scale is full. We weigh it with a laboratory balance. It is accurate to milligrams. It is absolutely unmistakable."

"..."

A little further ahead, there are many stalls on both sides of the main road, all selling green onions, and all the stall owners are wearing school uniforms.Some students who are a bit shy seem to be quite embarrassed, so they set up a stall quietly, and when someone goes to ask, he will quote a price, and he will not stay when they leave.

Of course, there are also some who have adapted very well, rolling up their sleeves and chopping up the onion sellers like spit flying all over the place.

"Auntie, can you please stop haggling? We have been endorsing books all day long, and those few brain cells are basically not enough. How can we still have the energy to bargain with others?"

"Then your green onions are indeed a bit more expensive, or one yuan and three, I'll take them all for one yuan and three."

"I really can't sell it."

"Hey, you students don't know the market. Now the green onions in the vegetable market only cost two or three yuan a catty. When I usually buy vegetables, I ask for fifty cents, and they give me a lot...just a few handfuls. Onion, how long do you think you will be squatting here, hurry up and go back to morning self-study after selling out."

"Auntie, you are the owner of the noodle restaurant. All the students in our school know it. You see, the old lady at the stall opposite her didn't even bargain, and she bought several handfuls at once. The onion in our school is good, and anyone who has eaten it knows that , if you don’t hurry up, I’m afraid that all the green onions on these stalls will be bought by others in a while.”

"One yuan and five, if you don't sell me, find someone else."

"One yuan and eight, if you don't buy it, I will squat for a while."

"One six?"

"No."

"Forget it, one yuan and seven, it's okay, if you don't, you can't pull it down."

"No way, Auntie, you've never grown onions before. We've worked so hard to grow these shallots. We've used up so much chicken dung and cow dung. If we sell them like this, we won't even be able to get back the cost. .”

"Forget it, I've never seen a student who can bargain like you."

A few minutes later, a new post appeared on their school forum, "Battle King No. [-], one yuan and eight narrowly win."

"Niuuuuuuuuuu! Yesterday I was told that I almost gave it to her in vain."

"Is number seven out of shape today?"

"A piece of eight is the highest record for number seven. We have to record this. Let's see who else can set a new high next time."

"One nine?"

"It's not that easy. It's probably only one yuan and eighty-five cents at most."

"How do I get change for five cents?"

"Then she doesn't have to give it. It's still one yuan and eight."

"Fart! This must be rounded up."

"People who buy vegetables don't talk about rounding, but others only talk about zeroing."

"Boys and sisters, chat slowly. I'm going to the cafeteria first. When I was selling green onions, I saw a steamed bun delivery car coming." At this moment, the landlord suddenly came up and said something.

"Old Yang? I just kept staring, didn't I see him coming?"

"It's changed today. It's foggy in the morning. They even covered the rear of the car with a piece of waterproof fabric. But let's see the essence through the phenomenon. I've already seen the shape of their baskets, and the cargo capacity is similar to that of Lao Yang. Usually luck is about the same." The landlord explained to the buddies upstairs.

"Damn it! This is more important than one yuan!"

"The landlord did it on purpose! Absolutely!"

"In vain we are still in the same school!"

"Brothers! Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and sell the price!"

"Why, I swear I won't eat breakfast if I don't sell the green onions that I worked so hard to grow for two yuan!"

"What a hero!"

"If he can remove the word Zao, he will be called a real hero."

Luo Meng and the others drove the car into the school, and they could smell the fragrance of green onions from a long distance. After a while, Luo Meng entered the cafeteria, and saw Liang Dexi happily holding his mobile phone.

"What are you looking at, Old Liang?" Romon asked him.

"Hey, it's okay to watch those students talking nonsense." Lao Liang looked up and saw Luo Meng, and ran out of the cafeteria: "I said you are here, these bastards got up very early recently, so we have to hurry up and get rid of the steamed buns." Steam the buns."

"The shallots these students have grown well recently?" Luo Meng and Xiao Shulin also helped him carry the steamed buns.

"It's so well grown, I'm not bragging, it's really no worse than the people in your village. You can try our school's scallion eggs later." Liang Dexi was quite proud of his school's students.

"That is, it doesn't matter who taught it." Romon didn't give in.

"It's just a little variety. Can you tell them to teach the students to grow some other vegetables?"

"What's the rush? You have to eat food one bite at a time, and you can still eat fat in one breath? The foundation has not been laid yet. Do you really think these students in your school are agricultural geniuses?"

After moving the buns and steamed buns, Luo Meng and Xiao Shulin ate some more in their cafeteria, drank some milk porridge, and each of them ate a few egg pancakes, which were delicious.

When leaving, Luo Meng also asked for the address of the three high school forum that Liang Dexi had just seen. After opening the web page with his mobile phone, he found that only members who had registered with their student ID numbers could speak in this forum. Just look.

There are quite a few posts on the forum about growing onions and selling them recently. It seems that after harvesting a batch of shallots and finding a sense of accomplishment, the enthusiasm of these students is quite high.

Romon was quickly attracted by a hot post on the forum, which was called "Bargaining King Ranking List."

Romon clicked in and was delighted to see it: "These bastards are much more creative now than we were back then."

"What?" Xiao Shulin, who was driving, glanced at Luo Meng for some reason.

"I'll read it to you." As Romon said, he read the content of this post to him: "Ahem, in order to provide convenience and reference for the students of this school when selling onions, the host of this building has sorted out a batch of recent The Bargain King, who frequently appears near our school and has dealt with our students, welcomes teachers and students to improve and supplement this building."

"Bargain King No. 1.2, this person is in his early thirties, with medium build and long hair, and often appears in the morning market in casual home suits and black-rimmed glasses. After the understanding of many students, it is confirmed that this person is a housewife. People take bargaining as their career and fun, invincible and weak students, please detour when you meet them. The highest record price of shallots is [-] yuan a bunch, which is yet to be broken.

"Bargaining King No. 1.4, this person is the proprietress of the food stall by the river. She is a little short and fat, with curly hair. She usually rides a tricycle to purchase. The two pedals of their tricycle are different, and the one on the left has a A conspicuous piece of red plastic, which is easy to identify. This person has average counter-offering skills, but has a loud voice and a deep ability to pester people. If you meet her, students who are not particularly strong in combat, you should run away. The highest record price of shallots is [-] yuan a piece Bundle."

"..."

"Bargain King No. [-], this person is a stamina player. He comes to the vicinity of our school every morning and usually does not leave until the morning market is over. The price is seven yuan a catty. It is impossible to bargain with him. There are many The alumni have tried it, but all ended in failure. If you are still unconvinced, you might as well challenge it. In fact, No. [-] is quite kind. If you are in a hurry, you can try to find him. The price is low, but basically you don’t need it Worried about being scammed. This person has a horn on his tricycle..."

When Luo Meng read this, the car also slowly slid out of the gate of the three high schools. At this moment, they heard a horn blare: "Buy shallots! Buy shallots! Seven yuan a catty! Seven yuan a catty! Honesty is Ben! You can't be fooled!"

"Old acquaintance." Xiao Shulin looked out the car window and grinned.

"That's not to say." Romon was also happy.

In such a short time since they entered the school, most of the morning market at the school gate had already dispersed. After all, these students still had to study by themselves early, and each of them didn't have many green onions in their hands, so they would naturally disperse when they were sold out.

Luo Hanrong, the eldest son of the head of Dawan Village, is standing next to a tricycle to buy shallots from a few students. It is probably because the time is late, and the students who sell shallots at his place are really good. Not a lot.

"Hey!" When the car drove past them, Romon poked his head out and shouted at him.

"Yo, Luo Meng!" Luo Hanrong took time out of his busy schedule to say hello to Luo Meng, and then got busy with weighing and counting money.

"You're doing well, you've made yourself a celebrity." Romon said to him with a smile.

"What?" Luo Hanrong thought, although his business has been doing well these days, is he still far away from being a celebrity?

"You are busy first, and we will talk slowly when you have time." Luo Meng chuckled a few times, then waved at him, and as soon as Xiao Shulin stepped on the accelerator, the car drove away.

When Luo Meng walked away, Luo Hanrong came to his senses. He asked the students around him, "Did you brats speak ill of me behind my back?"

"Where is it? They are all good things to say." A few students next to me said in a hurry.

"Really?" Luo Hanrong was dubious.