The white-haired old man used a bamboo branch to pull the big centipede in the bucket, thought for a while, and said, "How about twenty yuan per person?"

When the short man heard the price of the white-haired old man, he raised his eyebrows. He was just saying that Song Mingde was always stingy, but he didn't expect another one to come and said helplessly: "Uncle, twenty yuan is too cheap."

"Cheap?"

The old white-haired man frowned when he heard this, "It's not cheap anymore. A centipede that someone collects medicinal materials is only 2 yuan8 yuan, and ordinary ones are 1 yuan8 yuan. I think it's rare for you to be big and only 20 yuan. It's already a sky-high price. Do you think it's too little?"

After hearing his words, the short man's face twitched slightly.

He originally thought that the old man was an old stingy, but he didn't expect that he was not only a stingy but also a landlord Lao Cai who exploited the poor people. He also said it out loud, and he was really convinced. The short man kindly said to the white-haired old man: "Uncle, my things here probably don't suit your wishes, otherwise you can go to the pharmacy to take a look?"

"Why, the store is bullying customers?" The old white-haired man suddenly stared at the boss when he heard this.

The short man smiled bitterly and said, "What kind of big shop is this? I just set up a street stall. I just think the price of my things is probably not much the same as yours. If you want a cheaper centipede, it is best to buy it at the pharmacy."

The old man with white hair could tell now. The man in front of him felt that he could not buy his high-end goods! He couldn't help but ask in anger: "Then how much do you want to sell?"

"This number." The short man compared five fingers.

"Fifty?" The old man said with incredible expression: "Are you crazy poor? A centipede sold for fifty yuan, robbing money!" As he said that, he stood up and left angrily.

Song Wen looked at him funny, feeling that the old man had a personality. Xiaojun quietly pulled Song Wen's hand and asked softly: "Will fifty yuan be too expensive? Does anyone buy it?"

"It depends on who it is?"

This kind of selling things depends not only on the place, but also on the people. For example, if the centipede is sold to a pharmacy, the price is as cheap as the soil; if it is sold to someone to make wine or cook, the price will be different.

The two were whispering, and several motorcycles whizzed from a distance. The motorcycle came to the stall and stopped. A young man sat in the car and asked the short man: "Brother, are there any good things today?"

It seems to be a regular customer, otherwise I wouldn't have known that there are good things on my side of the short man. My short man often sells a variety of wasps, snakes, mountain goods, herbs and other mixed things caught from the mountains in the market. Over time, I have gained some reputation, so many people come to buy them every time I go to the market.

"Here, a big centipede that is thirty centimeters long, do you want it?" The short man saw the visitor and his eyes lit up. He quickly picked up the plastic bucket for the young man to show it.

"It's so big." The young man looked over and asked, "How to sell it?"

"One fifty." said the short man.

"It's not expensive, I'll ask for it all." As he said, the young man turned his head and said to the people next to him: "I'll make some fried centipede meat at noon, so I can keep it so that you can eat it even with your tongue." After hearing this, the young man who came with him kept saying that he must try it.

Seeing that the young man wanted to buy it, the short man took out a bag and put it in a centipede. Suddenly he remembered something and asked the young man quickly: "Are you going to buy it and eat it?"

"Yeah." The young man nodded.

"Then I'll help you pull out the poisonous fangs so that you won't get bitten."

"good."

So the short man grabbed the centipede, pinched the centipede's head and pulled out the two poisonous fangs in front, and put them in a bag. While pulling out the poisonous fangs for the centipede, he also said to the young man: "When you go back, boil it first, then peel off the shells outside, and then use them to cook. Whether it is fried or cooked, it will be delicious. Don't fry the shells together, as the taste will be much worse."

The young man nodded after hearing this.

After a while, more than a dozen centipedes were removed from their poisonous fangs and put them on. After the young man paid to take them, he drove away. It was a hurry to come and go.

"Look, you have to sell these people to sell things. What's the use of selling them to Song Mingde and that old man." The short man said to Song Wen with the money.

Song Wen smiled but did not respond.

Nowadays, people pursue fresh wild game and do not pay much attention to money, which has led to the popularity of the game market and the high price, which is also the reason for the rampant poachers. Although the government has increased its efforts to protect wild animals in recent years, people's pursuit of delicious food can never be changed, so this is a headache.? I talked to the short guy again, and Song Wen was about to leave.

But the short man suddenly felt that his stomach was a little wrong, so he hurriedly grabbed Song Wen, "Don't leave first, help me check the stall, I'll go to the toilet and come back soon." As he said that, he hurriedly ran to the toilet.

"Then how do you sell these herbs?" Song Wen asked hurriedly.

"Sell whatever you want." The short man shouted without looking back, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Song Wen was stunned. How could he sell it casually? He had no choice but to pull Xiaojun to sit down at the stall and wait for the short man to return.

"Or you go for a walk by yourself." Song Wen was afraid that Xiaojun was too bored, so he advised her to go and play by herself. Xiaojun shook her head and just leaned against Song Wen and sat quietly. Sometimes, sitting quietly with the person she liked in the noisy place is also a kind of happiness.

The two of them sat in front of the stall so stupidly, without saying anything, just waiting for the short man to come back.

After a while, a middle-aged woman in her fifties came over and saw that it was Song Wen and Xiaojun, she asked, "Why are you two, brothers?"

"He went to the toilet. Is there anything wrong? Otherwise, if you wait here for a while, he will be back soon." Song Wen explained.

"No, I'll ask casually." The middle-aged woman said, pointing to Houttuynia cordata and asked, "How to sell this?"

"How to sell?" Song Wen scratched the back of his head. How did he know how to sell it? After thinking about it, he said, "Five yuan per catty." He remembered that the sellers in the Songjiabao market seemed to be at this price.

Houttuynia cordata is both a herb and a wild vegetable. It can be mixed cold or fried. In some places, it is called sheer root, but it is mostly used as herbs in southern Fujian. The "Medical Lin Zongyao" records that Houttuynia cordata has the function of "moving water, attacking toughness, eliminating miasma, and relieving heat." People in southern Fujian have the habit of eating herbs and avoiding heat after summer, so Houttuynia cordata is very easy to sell when it first entered summer, and there is also a kind of central asiatica with the function of relieving heat.

"Then weigh me one pound."

When Song Wen heard this, he picked up a bag and put some Houttuynia cordata and weighed a pound for her with a scale. When he was a child, he also helped his family sell things, so this old-style scale is very familiar, unlike some young people who have never seen it.
Chapter completed!