This man was wearing a fashionable baggy floral shirt, he was thin, and he was holding a leather bag under his elbow.

He looked at the cotton and picked and said, "This cotton is good. It is indeed better than the cotton from the supply and marketing cooperative."

"I heard someone said that your cotton is good, so I came here to take a look."

"The factory is busy with things, so I'm only free at noon."

Ye Zhiping was overjoyed, thinking that this person was a big shot.

He quickly said enthusiastically: "This cotton is so good, it's very warm."

"Look, this is much larger than ordinary cotton."

Li Ye praised him a lot, and the two chatted for more than ten minutes.

Ye Zhiping quickly said: "Do you want it? Our products are good. You are from a textile factory, you should understand."

"Forget it." Li Ye smiled and put down the cotton, seeming a little regretful.

"Fellow fellow, you are here to sell cotton at this time. It is out of season."

"My relatives are in a textile factory. If I want some goods from you, I can stuff them in."

"that is……"

Li Cuicui was panicking. When she heard it was a textile factory, she must be in trouble.

She quickly persuaded her to keep it: "Our cotton is good. If you buy all of it, it can be cheaper."

When Li Ye heard what she said, he smiled with satisfaction, "I see that it's not easy for you, too. Just sell all this cotton to me."

"But the price definitely can't be that high..."

Ye Zhiping already knew it, "What's your price?"

He thought, if it was eighty cents... at least seventy cents, it couldn't go any lower!

Such good cotton, I can’t help but sell it at such a low price!

Li Ye saw that both the couple were sweating.

He smiled slyly, knowing that it was almost done.

He held out a hand.

"Fifty cents?" Ye Zhiping was shocked, "No, no, it's too low."

"I mean, 50 bucks."

"That's pretty much it!" Ye Zhiping shook his head, "No."

Li Ye snorted and sneered: "You have more than 90 pounds here, so I'll give you 50, which is already very good."

"If you still want to sell it at a higher price, I'll tell you directly."

"it's out of the question!"

He squinted his eyes and said, "I'll give you three minutes to think about it. If you don't sell it, I'll leave."

"By the time you beg others to buy it, no one can afford the price."

Li Ye is indeed a second-rate dealer who resells things.

He knew at a glance that the cotton price, if sold to someone who knew the product, would be 1.5 yuan per pound!

He lowered the price to 50 cents, and earned 1 yuan per kilogram if resold.

These bumpkin farmers don't understand this at all.

Every time, he praises first and then threatens, and basically never misses.

After all, it is not easy for farmers to go to the city. As long as they have money, they will sell it.

He only saw that their daughter was only over 3 years old, so he didn’t call her 40 cents!

This is already very kind!

Li Cuicui frowned, "We won't sell it."

It’s not like I grew this cotton myself, it was given to Jinbao by the gods.

If you sell it so cheaply, you might as well keep it for Jinbao.

And she has already bought it for 6 yuan, and she is already very satisfied.

"50 yuan is too low..." Ye Zhiping sighed and stopped talking.

Why doesn't he hope to have money? With money, he can complete the first major task of the family - to bring Jinbao to the city for medical treatment.

He wants to make money, but he can't sell it like this.

Li Ye became angry and said, "Are you sure you don't want to sell it?"

"Okay, I want to see who can buy yours."

"I'll come back and take a look in an hour."

Ye Xiaojin stood aside helplessly, secretly thinking that these two dealers were very hateful.

Their price is one yuan per catty, but they don’t actually bid.

After all, it's so far away from the city, so the cotton is really good.

"Mom and Dad, don't worry, we can definitely sell it."

Li Cuicui held a straw hat and covered Ye Xiaojin's head.

"Jinbao's face is sweating, look at this little painted face."

"Zhiping, with your legs and feet, don't force yourself."

"You two, go find a noodle shop and sit down. I'll watch from here."

Ye Xiaojin shook his head, sat on the ground next to Li Cuicui, and put his head on her lap.

The sun made her soft, making her feel a little sleepy.

In those days, if something was really good, no one would buy it.

She wasn't in a hurry either.

After all, everything is difficult at the beginning...

Li Cuicui sighed: "Jinbao is really tired this time."

"Yeah, look how soundly she sleeps." Ye Zhiping smiled when he saw his daughter sleeping, and whispered: "How can she bear it when she comes so early..."

He was full of heartache and warned, "I'm here to watch. You go buy a few cents of candy and give it to Jinbao to eat at home."

"Jinbao followed us and didn't eat anything good."

Li Cuicui hugged Ye Xiaojin, her eyes full of love, "It's better for you to go, I don't know the way."

Ye Zhiping left and came back soon.

His pockets were bulging with milk and candies.

It's uncomfortable to sit on this ground for a long time.

The couple still waited.

At worst, they would have to wait until the bullock cart came to pick them up.

Suddenly an old man ran over and said, "Fortunately you are still here!"

Ye Xiaojin was startled, opened her eyes, and saw an old man standing in front of the stall from her mother's arms.

The old man squatted on the ground and looked at the cotton. "I heard from the neighbors that there is good cotton for sale here."

"I happen to be buying cotton recently, so I'll be here right after class."

"I'm afraid you've already left."

Li Cuicui was a little defensive this time, "Our cotton costs one yuan a pound. If you buy more, it will be cheaper."

The old man nodded: "I know, I am a high school teacher nearby."

"Don't worry, I know it's not easy for you, so I won't bargain with you."

The old man took the cotton and sighed again: "This cotton will definitely keep you warm in winter. It is also good for making cotton-padded clothes."

Ye Xiaojin could tell that the old man seemed to be worried.

She was confused, but didn't speak.

People passing by on the roadside knew the old man when they saw him.

He seems to be a very prestigious teacher.

"Teacher Sun, why are you buying cotton here? It's so expensive."

"That's right, you can go to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy it. They are selling it at low prices now, with prices ranging from 70 cents per pound."

"No, Teacher Sun, don't be fooled."
To be continued...