A Small Farmer Girl 's Story of Making a Fortune by Farming

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There were twenty cloth bags in total, and it took seven or eight days to finish them all.

　　Unable to wait for the big market on the seventh day of the Lunar New Year, Shen Yao went to Anyang city accompanied by Shen Lao San.

　　After some inquiries, he set up the stall at a street corner frequented by wealthy people.

　　He spread an old bed sheet on the floor and arranged the cloth bags in rows according to size and type. After everything was arranged, Shen Yao started shouting.

　　Only a few passers-by heard the shouting and thought it was interesting, so they came over to watch, but after looking for a long time, they had no intention of buying.

　　The product is good, beautiful and practical, but the material is obviously too expensive.

　　"Uncle San, you come and shout."

　　"I, I can't..."

　　"Uncle San, I'll teach you!" Shen Yao whispered in Shen Lao San's ear.

　　The loud shouting attracted many passers-by to stop, but it still did not attract the ladies and girls from wealthy families.

　　"Is this used to hold books?" The middle-aged man who spoke had an untidy beard and the coarse cloth clothes on his body had long since faded from their original color due to being washed so many times.

　　However, Shen Yao was not the type to look down on others. He picked up a backpack from the back row of the stall and handed it to the man, explaining how to carry it while gesturing.

　　The man waved his hands quickly, not daring to take the schoolbag for fear of getting it dirty.

　　" Uncle , if you don't try it, how can you know whether it's good or bad? You have to try it to know whether it's practical and whether you like it. You can try it, and it doesn't matter if you don't buy it after trying it."

The man then took the schoolbag and put it on his back as Shen Yao had instructed.

　　light!

　　This was his first feeling. It didn't feel any weight on his back, unlike Xian'er's school basket in their family, the basket alone weighed at least one pound.

　　"How much...is this?" The man touched the money in his arms, feeling a little uneasy.

　　"Uncle, I won't hide it from you. Although this fabric is not silk or satin, it is made of strong cotton and linen. The material for one bag costs more than forty yuan, and it needs to be sewn manually. If you want to sell it, I won't quote you a price, just fifty cents!" Shen Yao said, stretching out her little fleshy hand to gesture.

　　Fifty cents is not too expensive. His son will go to the capital to take the imperial examination in August. A poor family like them cannot hire two cars, so his son needs to walk a lot of the way. If he carries a schoolbag, it will save a lot of effort.

　　But a pound of meat was only thirteen cents, and he was still reluctant to spend fifty cents to buy a bag.

　　Shen Yao saw the man's hesitation, and although she felt sorry for him, she didn't mention lowering the price. Her family was poor, she needed to make money, and her asking price was not high.

　　There were a lot of people gathered in front of the stall. If she agreed to bargain, there would be no way she could raise the price later.

　　She is neither a bodhisattva nor a kind person.

　　"Girl...I..." The man buttoned his clothes, hesitant to speak.

　　Why……

　　Shen Yao closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and said, "Uncle, if I can sell it to you at a lower price, I will definitely sell it to you. But I am a small business, and I can't let myself lose money, don't you think?"