Nongmen tranquility

Chapter 277
Of course, An An and Zhang Kangping also noticed the movement here, and turned their heads to look.

Seeing the white-bearded old man staring at her flowers, An An was subconsciously uneasy, and scolded in a cold voice, "What are you looking at?"

The white-bearded old man seemed to realize that there were still two people in the yard just now.

He scratched his beard with a dry smile, "The flowers in this yard are really beautiful. I have never seen them in the mountains looking for medicine for a living. I was curious, so I took a second look. I hope you will forgive me."

He asked flatteringly, "Did you grow the flowers yourself? Not only do you look beautiful, but they also smell very fragrant."

Before An An spoke, Zhang Kangping's face was full of smiles. As long as someone praised An An, he would be happy.

He usually doesn't talk much, but at this time he rushed to say, "Yes, the flowers and plants in this yard are all carefully taken care of by my sister, An An. She is ingenious and handy, and the flowers she plants are all very different... ..."

Seeing that An An was afraid that his mouth would not have a handle, she quickly turned his elbow. Zhang Kangping closed his mouth, and An An tentatively asked, "Old man, are you proficient in taking care of flowers and plants?"

The white-bearded old man said, "I dare not say that I am proficient, but I know a little bit. To tell the truth, I have always been very happy with flowers and plants, and I like to collect some exotic flowers and plants. I think you There are a few potted flowers in the yard that look good, but I wonder if you sell these flowers?"

He didn't hide his eyes, and looked directly at the pots that Zhang Kangping pointed to earlier.

An An refused without even thinking about it, "Not for sale."

She hasn't figured out the use and value of these seemingly mutated flowers and grasses. How could she sell them if anyone came to her door? Now she is not short of money for writing and painting, but free. And the power to make my own life.

The old man was not angry either, he still squinted his eyes and asked with a smile, "Where did this flower come from? Did you really grow it yourself?"

An An said, "Where did I grow it myself? I just went to the mountain to play a few days ago. I saw these beautiful flowers and came back to grow them. If you like them, you can go to the back mountain to find them. They are all over the mountains. "

The old man smiled: "Girl, this old man really likes your flowers. Since they are randomly picked from the mountains, they are not worth much. Otherwise, one tael of silver per pot, the girl will save face and let the old man pick a few." Do you want to go back to the basin?"

How many pots do you choose?
I'm afraid she will pick out the pots that she poured out that look like a variety of variation.

It took her a month or two to figure it out.

One tael of silver per pot, thankfully he can tell.

An An shook her head, "Not for sale."

"Three twos and one pot?"

"Not for sale."

"Five or two?"

"Not for sale."

The old man took a deep breath, "Then how much are you willing to sell?"

"No amount of money is sold."

The old man saw An An's firm attitude, the color of his eyes changed slightly, and he looked An An up and down.

Didn't she say that these were picked randomly from the wild?
You must know that the average countryman can sell a pot of flowers for a few pennies, which is already laughing.

Could it be that she knows what these flowers and plants are used for?

After a while, he said, "100 taels a pot, will you sell it?"

100 two?

A pot of wild flowers?
The eyes of Mrs. Wu who brought out the water were straightened.

She seemed to think of something, and said directly, "Then you take out the silver and have a look."

Since she was sent by the son to take care of Miss An An, she had to guard the girl so that she would not be cheated.

The old man put his hands in his arms, with embarrassment on his face.

This looks like no money.

(End of this chapter)