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He can feel that this vegetable dealer is reluctant to give up in his eyes. It's all wholesale 80 cents, one yuan. If they change hands at least one jin, they can earn 50 cents, or even one yuan. The vegetable is very strange. It's said that if there are too many turnips, they don't wash the mud. The more expensive the dish, the more valuable it is, and the more people eat it.

"Yes, of course. How much do you charge?" the peddler also wants to charge. That is, where can I get food for him?

"Elder brother, I grow it at home. Do you accept it?"

When Tang Zhijun saw that the time was ripe, he asked tentatively, if these vegetable dealers could go to his house to collect them, it would be better to save them from selling vegetables in the middle of the night and wasting their time. If the eight greenhouses in his family were to be cleaned up day and night, they were afraid that they would not be able to sell all the vegetables before and after the new year, It's all cheap.

"You grow it in your house The peddler's eyes brightened, "really, how much have you planted?"

Tang Zhijun laughs. Some farmers are honest, but they are also very smart.

"There are a lot of plants in my family, and they grow better than the one just now. The leaves are fresh and green. We don't sell more than a kilo. It's only one yuan to settle the accounts. Of course, this is only the current price. Before the new year, the price will definitely go up."

"Of course," the peddlers know that almost all the dishes of the past year will double or even more than now, especially those from the south, which will be more expensive.

"That brother," the peddler was also close to Tang Zhijun, "I have nothing to do now. Well, can you take me to see your dishes? If I can make them today, I will pull some."

"Good," Tang Zhijun said with a smile. The vegetable dealers all have electric tricycles. They sit here and shout. Within ten minutes, they arrive at the village.

When Tang Zhijun went, he was carrying his own legs, but when he went back, he was riding on the vegetable dealer's electric tricycle and went directly to the field.

The peddler originally thought that he had planted a little. After all, there were few dishes this year, no matter where they were. He didn't believe Tang Zhijun's words about new green and new green. As a result, when he saw the neat eight greenhouses in the field, he was surprised. What's more, the green and tender vegetables in the greenhouses wanted to roll on the top of them on the spot.

God, so many, so good dishes are better than those in the south. If he sells these dishes, he won't make seventy or eighty cents a kilo.

So I decided with the Tang Zhinian brothers directly. First of all, it was set at one yuan. Of course, it was also set according to the market price. The high price was high. Of course, what he received was also high. As for the low price, it should be impossible to lower it. In the future, the dish will only be less and less, not more. Of course, the price will be more and more expensive.

Smart people, now will not lower the price of vegetables, because there is only such a vegetable, but you are not the only peddler.

Tang Zhinian was stunned for several minutes when he heard that coriander sold for one yuan per kilo, and the peddler himself came to delila. He pinched his thigh hard.

"Zhijun, is that true?"

How is that possible? In the past, coriander was only twenty-three cents. When it was the most expensive, it was forty cents. It was still the high price during the Spring Festival. When the price was the lowest, people didn't even ask about it. Some people asked that coriander was freeze-resistant and high-yield, but not many people wanted it. In fact, it was a kind of seasoning dish, so the price would not be too high, But this year's is evil, not only no snow, and this dish is green, good water head, good color, weight is enough, more important thing, the price is fierce.