Changshui Village Farming Notes

Chapter 87
Liu Yunxiang identified her, but she didn't have to admit it.

It seemed that this matter was about to be completed, but who knew that the aunt of the Yang family would just arrive!
The money she got was about to fly away, and she was very blocked, bah, what a coincidence, this dead old woman came here at this time, ruining her good deed.

The next result can be imagined, when Grandma Yang opened the mouth of the sack and took a look inside.

At a glance, I found several moldy sweet potatoes, and some bad ones, with bumps all over their bodies, which were completely different from the sweet potatoes sold by the Chen family.

Grandma Yang frowned as soon as she saw it, and she breathed depression in her chest, her voice raised slightly involuntarily, "Feng Jiao, you can't do sweet potatoes! We are from the village, we can't do this kind of thing. !"

As soon as Aunt Yunxiang was not obedient, and seeing Chen Fengjiao's embarrassed expression, she knew something was wrong.

He hurried forward to check the sweet potatoes in the bag, and found that many of the sweet potatoes inside were really bad, and they couldn't be sold at all.

They are all fellow villagers, and Liu Yunxiang didn't want to break her face, but her tone sank slightly, her face hardened, and she lost the enthusiasm just now, "Feng Jiao! We really can't take your sweet potato, you should take it back!"

Seeing the expressions of the two, Chen Fengjiao couldn't help laughing dryly, and took out a few sweet potatoes from the sack, "Hehe, Yunxiang, look, there is nothing wrong with our sweet potatoes, it's mildew, just wipe it with your hands and it'll be gone. This means that if the surface is rubbed a little, it will be gone after rubbing, and the people in the city don’t cultivate the land, so how would you know! Look, we can make sweet potatoes cheaper, okay?”

Now, Liu Yunxiang could tell that Chen Fengjiao was a dead pig who was not afraid of boiling water.

She really didn't understand how there could be such a thick-skinned person in this world!Is that something moldy? The sweet potato will be rotten after a few days. Can it be sold?

Liu Yunxiang frowned even tighter, almost killing mosquitoes, and her tone became more resistant.

"Feng Jiao, I'm sorry, we really can't accept this kind of thing. For the safety of our customers, we won't accept anything with a little problem."

Grandma Yang next to her also said, "Yes, my dried sweet potatoes are all good sweet potatoes, and I don't want any bad ones."

Seeing the two people singing together, Chen Fengjiao curled her lips secretly.

She rolled her eyes a few times, and said with a grin, "Auntie, if you don't want Yunxiang, you can take my sweet potatoes! Aren't you collecting sweet potatoes everywhere recently? Or, if you want to take your sweet potatoes It’s okay to leave the skill of making dried sweet potatoes to me. You see, my mother-in-law and I are at home and have no income. "

To say that Chen Fengjiao is worthy of being a good player in sarcasm, this passage can be said to sing three sighs, with twists and turns, and the later crying is simply better than Dou E.

Grandma Yang's face was about to turn red with anger. She felt that she was not as shameless as Chen Fengjiao, so she found a stool and sat down angrily.

Seeing Grandma Yang's angry look, Chen Fengjiao twitched her lips, old man, I told you to be a nosy, talkative woman.

Then he squinted at Liu Yunxiang who was standing silently by the side, and picked up the sack of sweet potatoes on the ground, "Okay, since you don't take it, then I'll go back. Alas, people nowadays, really, the family When you have money, you look down on people. Even the sweet potatoes sent by the folks have to be picky and picky. Really, this person, he really changes when he is rich!"

(End of this chapter)