Farmer’s Little Girl

   Chapter 842

  Bai Shan asked curiously: "What are you wearing here?"

   "Flowers," Man Bao said, "Be careful when you lift them down. Most of the flowers are half open. Don't knock them."

Daji and Chu Lang went to carefully carry the box back to the yard. Bai Shan and Bai Erlang took tools to open the box. After the box was opened, everyone smelled a strong fragrance of flowers. Even Mr. Zhuang couldn’t help but follow. Came out of the study.

  All three boxes were opened. The people in the yard opened their mouths in surprise. Mr. Zhuang was dazzled, and then looked at Man Bao with surprise. For the first time, he knew that his disciple had such energy.

  Man Bao paid a handful of copper to the coachman with a calm look, and said: "Okay, thank you for sending me back."

  The coachman didn’t understand flowers, and he felt that these flowers were not much better than the two pots of red peonies he bought, so he took the money and left, leaving a yard knowledgeable person looking at each other.

On Thursday Lang knew that Man Bao had sold two pots of orchids at a high price of two hundred taels, and he brought back a pot of peonies that are said to be worth 800 taels. He quietly asked Mr. Zhuang, although it was just the basics. But I also got a comprehensive understanding of the valuable flowers on the flower market.

  Thursday Lang summed up, basically there are only a few valuable flowers, plum orchid chrysanthemum and peonies, and not every flower of these four kinds of flowers is valuable.

  For example, chrysanthemums, small wild chrysanthemums that are common on the roadside, can be picked at hand, can they be valuable?

He took a small book and wrote down the most valuable varieties and colors of the flowers. The three boxes of peonies Man Bao brought back, the two boxes of pure white peonies, let alone the two boxes. He already knew the price. The three potted flowers in a smaller box are facing the most valuable colors Mr. Zhuang has said.

  He can't see the variety, but he can see the color of the flower!

On Thursday Lang squatted on the ground and went to the box to look at the three potted flowers. He stretched out his hand to touch the peony, but was a little scared. He looked up at Mr. Zhuang and asked, "Mr. Zhuang, this is what you said. What is yellow or purple?"

   "Yao Huang Wei Zi!" Zhou Lijun remembered their names long ago, and looked up, and then affirmed: "Yes, the color is exactly the same as what the husband said."

  Mr. Zhuang also lowered his head to take a closer look, nodded, and shook his head again, "It looks very similar, but it doesn't seem to be. At least the leaves are somewhat different from the description in the text."

   "But even if it is not, the petals can bloom like this, and the color is so correct, it is also very valuable. If it is a different species in Yao Huang, it will be more valuable."

  Man Bao was surprised, "Alien species is valuable?"

Mr. Zhuang nodded and said with a smile: "Of course, the peony didn't have as many colors as it is now. It was only obtained after continuous cultivation and selection by artisans. These colors are all alien species. Every alien species appears important, because even its color It’s not so good-looking, it can also mate with other breeds, and it may produce better-looking colors."

  Then why are the alien species in that world so worthless?

  Man Bao thought.

   "Manbao, where did you get so many peony flowers?"

  Man Baodao: "I bought it."

  She looked between the three pots of flowers, and finally picked up Er Qiao, who had the most eyes on her husband, and said, "Sir, this pot is for you."

  Mr. Zhuang looked down at her and saw that her eyes were clear and sincere, he smiled slightly and said to Bai Erlang, "Move to my study."

  Bai Erlang rushed to move the pot of Er Qiao, Mr. Zhuang looked at Man Bao for a while, then turned around and went to the study, not to bother about it anymore.

  Thursday Lang Chong Manbao gave a thumbs up, "Manbao, you are really good, even Mr. can buy it."

  Man Bao: "...I'm not buying Mr., I just want to give it to Mr."

  Thursday Lang didn't believe it, but Bai Shan believed it. He looked at the white peonies in the other two wooden boxes, and at the two unique pots of Yao Huang and Wei Zi on the other side, vaguely understanding what Man Bao had to do.

On Thursday, Lang was immersed in the sea of ​​money spent, and he was happy to ask, "Man Bao, I will go to sell flowers tomorrow morning. Don't worry, I will be able to sell the flowers. How much white peonies can be sold, or the price? Six hundred taels?"

   "No, White Peony sells 16 taels."

  Thu Lang: "Huh?"

Bai Shan said: "Things are precious. When there is only one pot of white peonies in Yizhou city, you can bid 800 taels. Man Bao will take out another pot for takeaway. That can only be bid 600 taels. Brother on Thursday, this will Ermanbao brought back twenty pots in one go. How many more do you think this flower can be called?"

  Thursday Lang: "...Well, that wouldn't be called sixteen taels. These sixteen taels are too different from six hundred taels."

  Bai Shan said, "Because the steward of the Yizhou Palace this morning only gave you sixteen two-three dollars."

  Man Bao nodded, "Yes!"

  Thursday Lang stared, "So you are fighting against Yizhou Prince's Mansion?"

   "No!" Man Bao grinned his teeth and said: "I am a victorious man now. I can't fight against a palace, but I can still fight against a minion in the palace."

  She snorted: "Today's suffering will be paid back in the next day, and the greater suffering will be paid in the coming year!"

  Thursday Lang said with a serious face: "Man Bao, let's be more generous, why are you angry with the subordinate? Those words he said should be the wind, don't take it to your heart."

  Zhou Li Jundao: "I support sister-in-law."

  Thursday Lang shook his head, "You guys, it's just that you are too young, too young and energetic."

   "Four uncle, are you reluctant to make money?" Zhou Lijun pierced him.

  Thursday Lang coughed lightly: "No, you have to be really angry. I will let San'er and the others stare at him. How about waiting for him to order a set of sacks someday?"

  He whispered: "Take the flowers to retaliate against him, isn't it our own money that is the pit?"

  Man Baodao: "The flowers have been bought, do you know how to read them when you stay at home?"

She said: "The sword is worthy of a hero, and Liangju is worthy of a general. This good flower must be raised by someone who knows how to appreciate it. You don't have to worry about the fourth brother. I have already decided on the buyer. You will be waiting for the door tomorrow. Money is good."

  Thursday Lang asked, "Who is it?"

  Man Bao hummed: "Naturally, they are all people who can afford it."

  She went to the study to bring out painting tools, and said to Bai Shan: "You paint the best, and you have to ask you to draw a portrait for these two pots of flowers."

  Bai Shan rolled up his sleeves and said, "No problem."

  The painted picture, Manbao received it directly, and then removed all the flowers in the box, and took care of it according to the precautions given by the seller.

  Man Bao went to the drugstore the next day, followed Doctor Ji out to see the two patients, and asked about the drug farmer, but when there was no news, he went home to class.

  Thursday Lang, who had been staying at home and squatting down, met her and immediately greeted her and asked, "Why are you still going to the drugstore? Don't you go out to sell flowers?"

   "Four brother, I was wrong about what happened last time. I feel that this time we should not go to the door by ourselves, we have to let someone else do it."

  Thursday, Lang Yi was taken aback, and asked: "Then, how can people come here?"

  Man Bao waved his little hand and said, "No hurry, I will go to do this after class. You can go out and work with peace of mind."

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  (End of this chapter)