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Chapter 8 - Those who like high prices

He couldn't help but remind her, "Beauty, do you really want to buy this eggplant for ten yuan a catty?"

The fashionable lady frowned, and the young woman beside her said angrily: "We can buy however we like, what do you care?"

Gao Yu was instantly stunned on the spot in embarrassment.

The two of them quickly bought the eggplants. Before leaving, the young married woman even glared at Gao Yu and muttered: "You're crazy!"

Just as Gao Yu was about to retaliate, he saw a middle-aged man rushing over. Seeing Zhang Yitian, he immediately revealed a smile: "Little brother, are there still any more green peppers we sold this morning?"

"Didn't you buy a lot this morning?" Zhang Yitian asked in astonishment.

The middle-aged man sighed, "You don't know, my old brothers all like to eat chilies. Today, they happened to be guests at my house and cooked shreds of green peppers for them. They didn't even have a bit of meat, and they ate all the green peppers.

After he finished complaining, a smile appeared on his face again, "Fortunately, little brother, you still have some stock, do you still have 10 yuan per kilogram?"

Zhang Yitian nodded, "I only have fifty catties left."

"I want them all!" The middle aged man was bold, he directly took out five hundred dollar bills and placed it in Zhang Yitian's hands.

Gao Yu, who was at the side, was completely dumbstruck by the scene in front of him. Are all these people crazy? What a joke, 10 yuan per jin. Shouldn't this be a price only available during the new year?

Not only him, even the yellow hair behind him was stunned. In the blink of an eye, Zhang Yitian had more than six hundred yuan in his hands.

If he had known that selling vegetables would earn so much money, he would have treated himself as a Town Security and directly returned home to farm.

The other farmers were petrified. Ten yuan per catty sold so quickly. Was there no justice left in the world? As long as they could sell their own dishes for only four yuan, they would have burnt incense.

"How could this be?" Gao Yu's face ashened. He had said some ruthless words, causing Zhang Yitian to be unable to sell them, but now, not only did Zhang Yitian sell the vegetables from the tricycle, he had even sold them at an unimaginable price.

He felt his face burning, as though Zhang Yitian had slapped him in front of everyone.

Zhang Yitian looked at him with a cold smile and said: "Young Noble Gao, your guess is quite accurate. How do you think I wouldn't be able to sell it for even one kilogram? "Thanks to you, everyone has bought a few catties of my vegetables."

After the surrounding vegetable farmers understood what was happening, they all looked at Gao Yu with ridicule.

"This idiot, I was just saying that as long as he's here, I won't be able to sell even one catty of food. Now I'm going to be slapped in the face."

"I'm dying of laughter. Who does he think he is, our Lord Mayor?" Another vegetable farmer laughed. As a vegetable farmer, what they hated the most was the Town Security. Now that they had a chance to add insult to injury, how could they miss it?

Gao Yu clenched his fists tightly. Normally, when these little vegetable farmers saw him, it would be like seeing a cat in a mouse's eyes.

"Just you wait!" Gao Yu shouted angrily, he could not stay in the market anymore, staying here for even a second longer, he felt as though countless of slaps were slapping his face.

As a result, his hatred for Zhang Yitian grew even deeper. He did not believe that he, as the son of a bureau chief, would not be able to take care of a small vegetable farmer.

He glanced at Zhang Yitian with eyes filled with rage, then turned around and left the market.

At 6 o'clock in the evening, this was the first time Zhang Yitian finished selling his vegetables and returned home so early. Looking at the nearly 3000 yuan in his pocket, Zhang Yitian was indescribably happy.

After going to the market to buy some fish for his little sister Zhang Qianqian for five hundred yuan to prevent her from starving in school, Zhang Yitian had gone to the market to buy some fish.

After returning home, his mother Zhang Xiaoling looked at Zhang Yitian in shock. "Why are you back so early today?"

"Isn't it all sold out?" Zhang Yitian said with a smile.

His mother looked up at the tricycle and saw that it was really sold out.

"I met a big client today, he took all of my dishes." Zhang Yitian lied. Before she was sure how reliable the Divine Nong Holy Grimoire was, Zhang Yitian did not plan to tell her mother this, as she could not take any more blows from it.

"That's great. Let me explain it to you." "Yantian, you have to get on good terms with him. When the time comes, our family's food will not be sold at all, do you know that?" Zhang Ma quickly said.

"Don't worry, your son is not a fool. "Well, I bought a fish today to help us improve our food." Zhang Yitian said as he brought out the fish that was in the three round trunk.

"If you waste this money, you might as well save some for your sister's tuition. We can't let her starve in school." Zhang Ye's mother chided.

Zhang Yitian looked at his mother and felt a sour sensation on his nose. When their father was still alive, they had never eaten anything in their family. Their father was extremely good to their mother, which made the two siblings jealous. They would occasionally bring some snacks to their mother, and as for the meat at home, it never stopped.

However, after his father passed away, eating fish had actually become a luxury for his mother. Zhang Yitian looked at his mother's back and swore that he would definitely let his mother live a good life.

In order to test the effects of the Hyperplasia, Zhang Yitian had especially used it in the small dishes at night. When Zhang Yitian cooked, the entire Zhang family courtyard was filled with an enticing fragrance.

"It's time to eat!" Zhang Yitian looked at the three small dishes that he had cooked and couldn't help but swallow his saliva.