80 military doctor's little wife

Tang Zhijun is going out for once. They don't know the price yet. They have to ask about it.

"Yes, you go."

Tang Zhinian sealed the entrance of the greenhouse again. The more time he was, the less careless he was. Who knows if it will snow these days? They have been working hard all winter. They can sell all these vegetables, but they can't get a snow at this time. They are busy in vain.

It doesn't matter if the price of vegetables is cheaper. This year, they will be able to grow vegetables and collect hundreds of yuan. At the very least, they will be able to pay off their foreign debts and leave a few plastic greenhouses. Next year, they will be able to grow vegetables and start making money.

Tang Zhijun was afraid of spending money, so he went to the wholesale market. In recent years, all the dishes in his village have been sold in this wholesale market. If you ride a bike, it will take more than 30 minutes. If you walk, it may take an hour and a half.

When he got to the vegetable market, he first made a big circle in the market. At this time, there were few dishes, and there were not many people here. Of course, there were no coriander sellers. After several circles, he didn't see any coriander sellers, so he didn't know how much the coriander was selling.

He didn't believe it, so he found a place to sit down. He couldn't walk for such an hour and a half and return empty handed.

His hands and feet will be numb when he freezes for a while. This is to stand up and walk for a while. Then he sees a man riding a tricycle, and inside the tricycle, there are several bundles of coriander

He was just about to go up, but a few people moved faster than him. They immediately surrounded him and asked him how to sell coriander?

The head of coriander seller is twisted and chin is raised, just like his own selling is not coriander, but gold.

"Eight cents a catty, no price."

Tang Zhijun was stunned on the spot, and he was stunned.

What, what?

He swallowed saliva, eight hair, eight hair, a jin?

The leaves are yellow and green, and they are not clean. He is a farmer himself. How can he not know that there is something wrong with the coriander bundle? There may still be mud in it. In winter, add some mud to the vegetables, and then pour some water on them. Even if they fall, they can't fall off.

And this kind of food can be sold for 80 cents, he almost didn't choke to death by his own saliva.

He thought it would be more than 10 cents to sell it, but he didn't think it would be 80 cents. According to the quality of the dishes, the better the dishes, the more expensive they are. Their dishes are called a water spirit. If they can sell this kind of dishes for 80 cents, they won't be able to sell them for one yuan.

"Big brother, big brother..." he quickly stopped a peddler, others love to laugh, mouth is sweet, a big brother's, directly with people closer relationship.

"Brother, why is this coriander so expensive? In previous years, it was only a dime or two, wasn't it? How did it go up to eighty cents all of a sudden? "

"Alas..." the peddler also sighed.

"There are few people planting it. Only a few families are planting it in this ten li eight village. The greenhouses are needed. But in recent years, the greenhouses have collapsed when it snowed. So this year, there are fewer people planting it. So this year, there are no vegetables. Let alone eight hairs, even if it's a piece, people are scrambling for it."

Tang Zhijun listened and kept it in mind.

"Brother, do you still accept it?"