Chapter 198: Hu Cong

Chapter 198

Here a copper coin's purchasing power is about the same as one yuan in my previous life. That is to say, a big lobster that looks at least two catties only costs 20 yuan. Fresh shrimps cost only 3 yuan per catty.

This is much cheaper than what she could buy on Taobao.

"Brother, I want all of these in your bamboo basket."

The man was stunned for a moment, somewhat incredulously asking back:

"Little lady, are you sure you want all of these?"

Not only did she want them all, she didn't even bargain on the price.

It should be known that shrimp heads and mantis shrimps are not as valuable as some copper coins compared to sea fish.

These things not only have hard shells, but they are also prickly to eat. They may not even be sold if carried into the city. Th.ê most uptodate novels are published on n(0)velbj)n(.)co/m

If it wasn't for him having nothing to do today and wanting to earn a little something, he would not have gone through so much effort to carry these into the city to try his luck.

Seeing the man's expression, He Zhiran knew that she was being seen as a fool for not bargaining.

Although she had plenty of silver in her space, she didn't want to be seen as a sucker after buying something.

"Cough cough... Brother, if I buy all of these, can we negotiate the price?"

Upon hearing that she would buy them all, the man even suspected that he was having hallucinations.

It should be known that no one really wants to buy these hard-shelled seafood.

Isn't this pretty girl silly?

In any case, there was business at his door, so there was absolutely no reason to turn it away.

The man tentatively asked:

"Little lady, do you really plan to buy all of these?"

He Zhiran did not deny it.

"Well, as long as the price is reasonable, I want them all."

Hearing this, the man put down his carrying pole again.

"I have twelve shrimp heads here. If you want them all, I'll charge you 200 wen.

As for those mantis shrimps, there must be at least 30 catties. I'll charge you 50 wen. This price is already very fair."

At the end, he explained again, afraid that she would find it too expensive.

There were no fishing nets hung out to dry on the walls like in other fishermen's houses, it was bare.

The courtyard gate was not closed. Mo Jiuye politely stood at the entrance and asked aloud, "Excuse me, is this the Hu Cong residence?"

After a long while, the door in the middle of the house opened. A slovenly looking middle-aged man walked out from inside.

Hu Cong asked impatiently, "Who's looking for me?"

As his voice fell, his gaze also fell on Mo Jiuye.

"Ninth Young Master?"

When Hu Cong was exiled, Mo Jiuye was not yet the Protector of the Nation, at that time, people in the Capital city all called him this.

Mo Jiuye smiled and said, "I didn't expect it to really be Mister Hu."

Hu Cong had immediately shed his earlier lazy appearance upon seeing Mo Jiuye at first glance. A feeling of empathy arose in him because of the great incident of the Mo Family's exile.

Therefore, his attitude towards Mo Jiuye was very warm.

"How did the Ninth Young Master find his way here? Please come in if you have anything to say."

Seeing that Hu Cong's courtyard was quite spacious, Mo Jiuye simply led the mule cart in.

After Mo Jiuye parked the mule cart and helped introduce He Zhiran and Hu Cong to each other, he recounted how he had found his way here.

Hu Cong's gaze fell upon Henry when he heard that they had come to find him to repair a boat.

After looking Henry up and down, Hu Cong, thinking that Henry could understand his words, bluntly said:

"I didn't originally want to deal with you Westerners, you should thank the person who brought you here, otherwise I would not have helped you fix your boat."

Henry knew Hu Cong was talking to him but he didn't understand a word of what was said.

He reflexively asked He Zhiran, "Miss He Zhiran, please help translate what he just said for me."

At this moment, He Zhiran was pondering Hu Cong's words.

It was obvious that Hu Cong had a very bad impression of Westerners, and even somewhat hated them.

Why was that?

Before getting to the bottom of it, He Zhiran did not intend to translate immediately.

She looked at Hu Cong and asked, "Was Brother Hu bullied by Westerners before?"

Hu Cong also realized that the Westerner could not understand his words. His question was directed at the wife of the Ninth Young Master, whom he guessed could understand the Westerner's language.

Therefore, he did not immediately answer He Zhiran, but asked back, "Can the Ninth Lady understand his words?"