Wild farming: I was hugged by the cold patriarch

Chapter 293 293. You Sell Too Expensive
On the first day of the market, almost all the tribesmen came, and they were all very excited to see the new and novel market.

Ye Sang took the lead, and Wu, the Huaxia tribe leader, Tengcang, and the tribe leaders of various tribes walked around her, listening to her talk about the reasons and benefits of opening the market.

No one had ever said this before, so naturally everyone didn't have this awareness. After listening to Ye Sang's words, they felt like they had opened the door to a new world.

Ye Sang stopped and said, "The market is open now, let's go shopping."

Everyone dispersed and started walking around.

Ye Sang went to his own stall, and Xi took out the eggs laid by his chickens, soy sauce, vinegar, and bacon to sell. He didn't care how much money he made, he just wanted to join in the fun.

When Mao passed by, he saw Xi and stopped: "Xi, are you selling soy sauce?"

Xi was in an excited mood at this time: "Yes, do you want to buy some?"

Mao asked, "How do you sell it?"

Xi made an offer: "Five catties of soy sauce and one ounce of salt."

Mao clicked his tongue twice and couldn't help but said, "This is too expensive."

Soy sauce is precious, but not a necessity, so it needs to be exchanged for one or two ounces of salt. It is indeed a valuable item.

Xi said: "Your brother got a reward of 50 kilograms of salt last time, and you still think it's too expensive?"

Mao defended himself: "It has nothing to do with whether my brother gets the reward or not. Your soy sauce is just very expensive. Let's see who can afford it."

Xi insisted that the price of his soy sauce was fine: "If you think it's expensive, then don't buy it. Let those who think it's not expensive buy it."

He is the only one who sells the soy sauce, so it’s okay for him to sell it at a higher price.

Mao left.

Seeing this, Hua couldn't help but say, "Xi, how about we sell it at a lower price?"

Xi waved his hand: "No, this is all I can sell it for." If the price is lowered before the sales even start, what will I do in the future?
Seeing Xi was so determined, Hua stopped trying to persuade him. Ye Sang went to the market and came to Xihehua's stall: "How is it? Have you sold any?"

Xi shook his head: "No, they all think it's too expensive."

Ye Sang couldn't help but smile: "So what do you think?"

Xi Yiran was very firm: "I don't think it's expensive, I won't lower the price."

Ye Sang said: "Xi, soy sauce is not a necessary thing, unlike salt and grain, which must be eaten, so if you sell it at a high price, no one will buy it."

Xi listened to Ye Sang's words more: "Then let me think about it."

"Then you take your time to think about it. I'll go see Yun'er." Ye Sang looked around and then came to Yun'er's stall.

Yun'er doesn't sell things, he sells his knowledge - he writes his name to the other party, and exchanges one name for one fruit.

Business is great.

"Sister." Yun'er saw Ye Sang and greeted her excitedly.

"You go ahead and do your work first." Ye Sang felt that Yun'er had a good business sense. He didn't know how she came up with this idea. She was really smart.

"Yun'er, this piece of meat is for you. Write your name for me." Mu Zhang came to Yun'er's stall.

"Please get in line, I'll write your name when it's your turn." Yun'er was very busy.

Mu Zhang stood at the back of the line, staring at the pen in Yun'er's hand. There was a deep desire in his eyes, and he wished he could take it and write himself. Unfortunately, he didn't know how to write.

Writing a name is very quick, and soon it was Mu Zhang's turn: "Yun'er, who taught you to write?"

While writing Mu Zhang's name, Yun Er replied, "My sister, who else can write besides my sister?"