Crossing the farm gate, the whole family reunites in the disaster year

Once the first customer comes, they will want the second and third. Good products are easy to sell. Everyone is worried that the good bowls and pans will be picked up, so they rush to pay for them once they have picked them.

Silang didn't even have time to catch his breath. While packing the money, he glanced at his third uncle beside him. Seeing that his uncle was standing there with empty eyes, he felt a little disgusted.

"Uncle San, I'm too busy. Come and help me."

If Third Aunt were here, she would collect the money and he would pack it up, and he wouldn't be as flustered as he is now.

No wonder Third Aunt and Third Uncle have a bad relationship, Silang secretly complained in his heart.

Cui Chengliang came to his senses and went forward to help Silang pack. His absent-minded look gave Silang a headache.

"Uncle San, you take the money, I can pack it by myself."

After some difficulty, the two of them finally managed to serve the first wave of customers.

There were only two women left in front of the stall choosing things. Shilang rubbed his shoulders, thinking about the question he had not had time to answer just now.

He repeated in detail what his Third Aunt had taught him last time, including her idea of selling the broken pottery, and couldn't help but sigh after he finished speaking.

"Aunt San is really amazing. Last time, no one came to buy at the beginning. But after she came up with the buy-two-get-one-free offer, they all rushed to buy it."

Cui Chengliang even more suspected that Lin had also traveled through time, and he now particularly wanted to find Lin to confirm this issue.

"How long will your third aunt be here?"

"About half an hour."

Cui Chengliang looked at the crowd in the distance, eager to see Lin immediately.

Widow Qin was peeping from afar, and when she saw Cui Chengliang looking at her, she thought she was discovered and quickly squatted down.

Through the gaps between the crowd, his eyes were still fixed on the stall not far away.

No wonder Lin bought so many broken bowls. It turns out they are so easy to sell. Just now, two women almost fought over the same basin.

If they knew that a cart of bowls and basins only cost ten cents, they would probably drown the Lin family with spit.

In a short while, she sold dozens of bowls and basins. She had just asked, and two basins could be sold for nine cents. Even if each was four cents, she earned nearly two hundred cents in a short while.

It's faster than picking up money.

Widow Qin looked in Cui Chengliang's direction again, gritted her teeth, and stood up to leave. She wanted to buy two cars before they returned to the village.

When there were only a dozen or so bowls and pots left in front of the stall, Lin came to the city gate worriedly.

Shi Lang noticed it with his sharp eyes and waved his hand: "Aunt San! Here!"

Cui Chengliang's breathing stagnated, his heartbeat accelerated rapidly, and his eyes followed Lin's figure to the front of the stall.

Lin curled the corners of her lips, smiled, and looked down at Shi Lang's smug eyes.

It seems that business is good.

"That's great, Shiro. You sold so much. Why don't you go into town and play for a while? I'll watch over the stall."

Lin counted out fifty copper coins from the purse Silang handed over and stuffed them into his hand.

"Thank you, third aunt!"

Grandpa said that the blacksmith shop in the south of the city has fair prices, and he wants to use the money to make a set of farm tools!

Lin straightened his slightly crooked collar and said, "This is the money you earned with your own hands. You don't need to thank anyone. Okay, go early and come back early."

Shiro pursed his lips and ran away excitedly.

Ever since the seeds of doubt were planted, every time I listen to Lin's words, I always have a new concept of freedom and equality, which doesn't sound like something an uneducated person would say.

Cui Chengliang hit his head. His observation ability was too dull and he hadn't noticed it for so long.

At this moment, Lin came back, but Cui Chengliang didn't know how to start the conversation. After thinking for a long time, he spoke tentatively.

"Um...I have a question for you."

Lin calmly glanced at the uneasy man beside him, and finally couldn't help but open the door and ask.

She lowered her eyes, but her mind kept recalling memories of her past life.