Spatial Peasant Girl: These Mad Darlings Are Delicate and Gullible

The shopkeeper paused for a moment: "Then he got sick. After he recovered, my reputation was no longer very good. Even if he wanted to help, he couldn't turn the situation around. But it's a good thing that he ran around for me, otherwise I wouldn't have the same legs and legs. …”

Xiaoxiao listened to what he said before asking: "What price does the shopkeeper plan to sell the shop for?"

Before he heard the answer, he heard someone walking into the shop laughing: "Brother Qian, I have good news for you."

Following this voice, a middle-aged man who was about the same age as the shopkeeper walked in. When he came, his face was red and he said with great energy: "I have finally found a buyer for your shop."

The shopkeeper also became happy: "Seriously?"

He was so happy that he didn't forget to say hello to Xiaoxiao.

The visitor reported a number with great excitement: "One hundred and fifty taels!"

Shopkeeper Qian's face suddenly turned cloudy, and his tone was quite bitter: "Only one hundred and fifty taels? That's more than what I paid for this shop..."

Xiaoxiao was also puzzled. Although the location of this shop was a little further away than other bookstores, it was still near the academy, so it was unlikely that the price would be so low. She originally estimated that the price would have to be at least three hundred. How come it was cut in half after two starts? Is she so misunderstood about prices in the county?

The friend disagreed and said, "It's good to be able to sell these. Nowadays, no one on this street knows about your luck. They all say that this shop is unlucky, and whoever buys it will be unlucky."

The ancients believed in Feng Shui, and inexplicable bad luck would indeed deter people. Xiaoxiao listened quietly, and seeing shopkeeper Qian wavering, the friend became impatient: "This is already the highest price I can find for you. If you don't want to There’s nothing I can do, but if it drags on any longer, I might not be able to sell even one hundred and fifty taels.”

Shopkeeper Qian thought about it several times, but still couldn't bear it: "Let me think about it again, think about it again."

Then he asked: "What did the middle-aged man say?"

The friend's eyes averted for a moment: "What else can I say? Because of your reputation as an unlucky guy, who dares to take over? I am the only one who works for you every day, but I still can't get enough."

Shopkeeper Qian said guiltily: "It's only my fault that my legs and feet are inconvenient, which makes you tired."

Tong Bin, that is, this friend glanced at shopkeeper Qian's legs, sighed and took out the jar of ointment from his arms, and bent down to help him apply the medicine: "If you really want to thank me, don't be stubborn again. My sister-in-law is still bedridden. If you didn't settle the matter with the shop earlier, would it be possible for Jiao'er to keep running in both directions?"

When he mentioned his wife and daughter, Shopkeeper Qian's heart became more and more relaxed. Guilt, worry and gratitude were mixed together. He suddenly didn't understand what he was insisting on: "Okay, then..."

Tong Bin's eyebrows moved, but he heard a pretty female voice say: "Wait a minute, is the shopkeeper planning to sell this shop for 150 taels?"

Shopkeeper Qian turned to look at Xiaoxiao who was talking, who was smiling and waiting for his answer.

The shopkeeper said: "Well... there is no other choice." There was disappointment in his tone.

Xiaoxiao said, "Who said that? I'll pay you two hundred taels, so the shopkeeper might as well sell it to me."

The shopkeeper was confused and asked uncertainly: "You?"

Tong Bin's expression changed slightly: "Where did this kid come from with such nonsense? Two hundred taels is not a small amount. Can you take it out?"

Ning Dalang also wanted to ask this question.

He knew that his sister had saved some money these days, but there was still a big gap between the two hundred taels... right?

Xiaoxiao curled her lips and pulled her eldest brother over: "If I can take it out, will you sell this shop to me?"

Tong Bin's hand shaking as he applied the medicine to Shopkeeper Qian, the jar full of ointment rolled to Xiaoxiao's feet. She bent down to pick it up and was about to hand it back when she heard a beep from the system.

[Discovered ingredients: sea pepper, ginger, poisonous mushrooms...]

Regardless of the latter ones, can sea pepper and ginger be used as medicine in the situation like Shopkeeper Qian? And poisonous mushrooms sound wrong, right?

[Are you sure poisonous mushrooms are considered ingredients? 】

Space was silent for a short moment, seemingly thinking, and then it answered.

[Everything you can eat counts. Poisonous mushrooms can be eaten, but...if you eat too much, you will die. 】

Xiaoxiao is speechless, very good, the ability to identify space is very strong.

Space obviously could not perfectly understand the true meaning of the master's sarcastic remarks, and he happily told her: [I will be even more powerful when I level up again! At that time, I can also analyze the characteristics and value of food ingredients, including the medicinal properties of medicinal materials and the toxicity of poisons! 】

[Okay, okay, you are the best! 】

Xiaoxiao looked at the obvious swelling on Shopkeeper Qian's bandaged calf and the wound that was still bleeding, and fell into deep thought.

Tong Bin took the ointment away impatiently, smeared it on shopkeeper Qian's calf and said, "Brother Qian, don't be deceived. Look at the look of this little girl. Don't say two hundred taels. I see her." I can’t even get twenty taels out!”

Shopkeeper Qian glanced at Xiaoxiao's simple clothes, and then looked at Ning Dalang, who was similar to her or even simpler. He didn't say anything, but his hesitant expression was difficult to conceal.

Tong Bin immediately emphasized: "As long as Brother Qian nods, the person I'm looking for can pay off the money today. Brother Qian, aren't you in a hurry to sell the shop and go home to accompany your sister-in-law?"

Shopkeeper Qian was indeed moved, and Xiaoxiao said before he was about to speak: "I really can't come up with so much money at once, but if Shopkeeper Qian agrees, we can sign a contract. I'll pay fifty taels first, and then I'll take over." In the next ten months, I will give you at least fifteen taels every month. If you can't do it, the shop will be returned to you without having to refund the money, how about that?"

It's not that she can't get out two hundred taels, but the operation of the store also requires money. She can't empty out her family's wealth all at once, can she?

No one, whether it was Shopkeeper Qian, Tong Bin or Ning Dalang next to Xiaoxiao, had heard of this kind of gameplay. Shopkeeper Qian did the math in his mind and asked in confusion: "How can you do business like this?" ?Aren’t you at a big loss?”

Xiaoxiao was amused by him: "There is no need to worry, shopkeeper. If I really can't come up with two hundred taels, you will make money in vain, and maybe you can also clean up your reputation as an unlucky person. Isn't this a good thing?"

What she said was reasonable, but the shopkeeper didn't want to take advantage of the child. Tong Bin sneered: "Do you think this is a child's play house? How can there be such a cheap thing in the world?"

Xiaoxiao sighed, it was only because of her young age, but she really couldn't call her parents over for this matter. Who in the family except the eldest brother could allow her to do this?

She stretched her little hand into the basket of chicken cakes, took out an ingot of silver, another ingot, and another ingot. Then she sat down and put them in rows, and pushed them in front of shopkeeper Qian: "So the bargain is here, you Do you want it?"

She said seductively: "Even if I can only get so much, you will still get fifty taels for free in a month, and the shop will still be yours. Even if the price of the shop has to be reduced by then, how low can it be? It's less than one hundred taels." Is two reasonable? So you still have one hundred and fifty taels as a base, so it’s not a loss no matter what, right?”