The White-Bone Demon of the Farm is as rich as a country

"As the saying goes, you get what you pay for. Who can raise the price for whom? Sai Ming Yue is right over there, not far away. If you think the products are the same and theirs is cheaper, you might as well buy some and compare."

"Let's compare. You're selling it twice as expensive as others and you still think you're right? I've never seen such a black-hearted merchant like you. Do you think you're doing good deeds by giving away a few tubes for free?" Some of the nitpicking people started to argue after hearing this.

"I have some hot sauce I just bought from Sai Ming Yue. I don't believe this nonsense, and I'm going to challenge you guys today."

A middle-aged woman with an indignant face carrying a basket shouted at the top of her lungs in the crowd, which immediately attracted everyone's echo and flattery.

Uncle Wei, seeing the crowd was truly enraged, stopped distributing the hot sauce and had Ruyi bring out the large bowl he had prepared. He then poured a large bowl of his own hot sauce and walked over to the middle-aged woman. "Big sister, let me borrow your hot sauce for a taste. We'll give you another tube later at the 'Ming Yue' stall. Is that okay with you?"

The woman was not pretentious. She handed the tube of hot sauce she bought at Sai Ming Yue to Uncle Wei and repeatedly reminded him not to forget to return a tube to himself later.

Ruyi poured the aunt's chili sauce into a large bowl, and in front of everyone, placed the two bowls of chili sauce on both sides of the tray, separating them with a plate of steamed bun crumbs.

"As you can see, the bowl of hot sauce on the left is from our Ming Yue stall, and the one on the right is what this lady bought from Sai Ming Yue. If anyone is interested, feel free to try them. You'll know the difference immediately."

"I'll go first. What's the big deal? They're all made with the same spicy sauce." As he said this, he took a piece of steamed bun in each hand, dipped it in the two bowls of sauce, and put them into his mouth to chew carefully. After a while, he put away his playful smile.

Seeing him like this, everyone asked him how he was, but he said nothing. Since they couldn't get any answer from him, they just went and ate it themselves to compare.

After comparing and tasting them, everyone fell silent. They were shocked by the difference. How could it be so different? They were simply not on the same level. Coarse linen and fine silk could both be used to make clothes, but how could they be the same thing?

Those who had tasted it were silent, and those who hadn't were even more puzzled. After a long while, the auntie finally spoke, "How can there be such a difference? It's not the same thing. I will never buy that 'Sai Ming Yue' again. Bah, it's 'Sai' Ming Yue, you're kidding me!"

Those who have tasted it have also seen the value of it and have come to praise "Sai Ming Yue". No one says that the hot sauce of "Ming Yue" is expensive anymore.

On August 13th, the "Mid-Autumn Festival Sale" of Mingyue was a great success. I think with two more days of promotion, the people behind "Sai Mingyue" will be completely unable to cause any trouble.

Inside the deep courtyard of the Jia family.

Fatty Jia was furious when he heard the report from his servants about what happened in front of Tianxiang Tower.

He threw the teacup in his hand violently, his eyes flashing with cruelty and bloodthirsty murderousness. His fat face, from which almost no facial features could be seen, was distorted and deformed in a way that made people shudder.

"You little bitch, I can never coexist with you." After saying that, he overturned the table and chairs beside him. Not satisfied with his anger, he smashed the vase beside him to pieces.

"That kid surnamed Meng is a fucking scholar, bullshit! He caused me to lose more than five hundred taels this time. I won't let him go."

......Jia Dafa's fat body was thrashing and jumping violently, which frightened the servants. They thought that such an old and fat man would explode with such anger!

"Go find that kid named Meng. He caused me to lose so much. Ask him to pay me three hundred taels. If he can't pay, beat me to death." Jia Dafa had no place to vent his anger, so Meng Wenfeng, who gave him bad advice, became his punching bag.