Old Xia smiled triumphantly: "The old man spent twenty taels of silver on your chicken. Shouldn't you spend money if you want to eat old man's courgette? You should know that the taste of this roasted sweet potato is not your kid's. Call the chicken."
Wu Zheng sneered at Xia Lao's words, isn't it just a roasted sweet potato, he feels like someone has never eaten it before.
However, this thing is a good thing for the current Dazhou. It can be eaten as a meal, and the yield is high. The most important thing is that you can make noodles if you can't finish it, but it is a pity that there is no hot pepper or a bowl of hot and sour. The refreshing hot and sour noodles are enough to dominate the entire Bashu cuisine world.
So if this thing was baked by this old man, wouldn't it be too violent.
"Master Xia, this muddy grassroots thing is really as good as you said? And if it is a melon, it seems that the amount is not enough!"
"Hehe, the old man said it’s melon, he’s melon, why don’t you have any opinions about it? As for the taste, hehe... It’s really the only one in the whole big week, do you want to eat it for me, the old man, wait? How about roasted sweet potatoes?"
"Okay, tell me, Master Xia! How much is one?"
Old Xia stretched out a finger and smiled with a treacherous look: "I won't let your kid suffer, I'll just give you a dozen silver!"
"Master Xia, you are robbing money! And this money robbing is not like you robbed! You old courgette has no small fingers and you are embarrassed to sell a kid for ten taels of silver? And you're so stupid. You can roast sweet potatoes with a kid’s fire, so it should be cheaper!"
Lao Xia is a real scholar, and he is also a great Confucian. He has been upright for a lifetime. He looked at the sweet potatoes in Liu Dongqing's hand for ten taels of silver.
Of course, the most important thing is that he didn't spend any money on these sweet potatoes. It was his emperor's student who knew that his teacher was a good mouth, and specially collected them for his old man to try.
Since I don’t know how much the cost is, for him, a big scholar who has never done business before, the selling price is not easy to set. He said ten taels of silver each. It was completely because Wu Zheng sold twenty taels of silver before. Gave him a chicken.
"Then how much do you kid say? Let's talk about it first, don't mention anything less than fifty taels of silver."
Wu Zheng smiled slightly. Father Xia is a great Confucian, but based on what he just said, Wu Zheng can conclude that his elders don’t know how to do business. If you know that the businessman never opens his mouth, he will say his bottom price. from
Wu Zheng stretched out three fingers and said: "Three and two."
"My old man just said that it's less than 50 taels, but you guys are so embarrassed to talk to the old man about two or two? Go away, this old sweet potato will be roasted and eaten alone."
"Master Xia, it’s always wrong. Doing business. Isn’t it just asking the sky and paying back? If you always don’t want to, we can still discuss it! Or the kid will add more, twenty-two silver six pieces. How about I want all the sweet potatoes?"
Old Xia snorted from his nose, apparently dissatisfied with Wu Zheng's price increase, so Wu Zheng said again: "How about giving Master Xia another delicious meat dumpling like this?"
"Dumplings?" Old Xia became interested at once and asked, "What are dumplings?"
"Yanyue wonton."
Old Xia snorted, "You kid can also make wontons?"
"What you call it, the kid dare not say anything else. The Yanyue wontons that the kid makes are definitely good if they can't keep up with the craftsmanship of the palace chef."
"Boy, just play it! If you have the ability, get a bowl to give the old man a taste."
"You always want to try the kid's craftsmanship, that's the kid's blessing, it's just this courgette..."
Old Xia smiled and said, "As long as the kid can really make the old man taste different, why don't you sell these six courgettes twenty taels? But if this Yanyue wonton is not delicious, the old man won't give you this wonton."
"It's easy to say, I will invite Master Xia to go up the mountain, and the kid will give you old bags of wonton."
Old Xia smiled and followed Wu Zheng away, as if he completely remembered that there was someone standing there stupidly.
Liu Dongqing looked at the sweet potatoes in his hand and then at the back of Wu Zheng Xia Lao. Liu Dongqing really wanted to throw the sweet potatoes in his hand into a mess, but he didn't dare to take this Xia Lao thing.
Liu Dongqing abandoned the Guozijian school this time and followed all the way... (End of this chapter)