The Lucky Farmgirl Chapter 849 - 849 827 Selling to Whom

849: Chapter 827: Selling to Whom 849: Chapter 827: Selling to Whom Manbao looked puzzled at Bai Shan.

Bai Shan smiled as he looked at her and said, “Don’t be silly, the high price is just what those stores display.

If he could truly sell it for eight hundred taels, he wouldn’t just leave it unsold there.”

Manbao then rembered this point and lanted, “Darn, I was blinded by money.”

Bai Erlang, standing nearby, laughed heartily and asked, “How much did you spend on these two flower pots?

Just make sure you don’t end up losing money.”

Zhou Lijun also looked at Manbao worriedly.

Manbao said, “I didn’t spend much, but you did remind that even if it’s not worth eight hundred taels, the price wouldn’t be very cheap.

Otherwise, would the shop dare to list it for eight hundred taels?”

Bai Shan, however, had a different view, “Didn’t Fourth Brother Zhou say it before?

Ask for the sky, settle for the ground, and value cos from scarcity, especially with things like flowers and plants.

Originally, there might have been only one white peony pot in Yizhou City, but then you took out two more pots, making it three pots.

The forrly rare white peony beca less rare.”

Upon hearing this, Manbao thought for a mont then placed one pot in their study room and said, “We’ll keep this pot for ourselves to enjoy, and we’ll sell the other one.”

If they didn’t take it out, who would know there were three white peony pots in Yizhou City?

At most two pots.

Bai Shan asked, “What should the pricing be?”

Manbao hesitated and replied, “Six hundred taels?”

Bai Shan, unfamiliar with the prices of flowers, said, “Give it a try.”

Then Manbao didn’t manage to sell it, and while many inquired about the price, they all walked away after looking at the flower, without any actual buyer.

Finally, Manbao had to bring the flower back ho, and Zhou Silang couldn’t help but worry, “What if it doesn’t sell, Manbao, how much did you actually spend on these flowers?

Tell Fourth Brother, even if it’s a big loss, I won’t scold you.”

Manbao glanced at him and said, “I’m not afraid of your scolding.”

She added, “I’m thinking about how to sell this thing quickly and at a high price.”

Zhou Silang, considering his own perspective, said, “It’s probably difficult, it’s neither edible nor drinkable, who would buy it?”

Indeed, who would buy it?

Manbao began to ponder and finally thought of soone who might, “The Princess Consort of Yizhou would probably be interested.”

This frightened Zhou Silang, who looked around and then whispered, “Are you crazy?

That’s our enemy.”

Manbao nodded seriously, a fierce look in her eyes, “Exactly, hence we must make money from them and use it against them.”

Zhou Silang said, “What does buying dicinal herbs have to do with dealing with them?”

“Of course, it’s related.

The stronger I am, the weaker they appear, making it easier to deal with them.”

Bai Erlang interjected, “Since when have we been enemies with the Yizhou royal family?”

Bai Shan said, “No matter how strong you are, you’re just a royal physician, and no matter how weak he is, he is still a prince.

You can’t be thinking about not treating him in the future and letting him die from illness, right?”

Bai Erlang asked, “Is it still because of Ji Hao?”

Manbao turned her head away, saying, “In any case, it’s very much related, and you’ll know after a very, very long ti.”

Zhou Erlang asked, “Why does it have to be a very, very long ti later?”

Bai Erlang said, “At least answer .”

Manbao declared, “I plan to write an autobiography, docunting my entire life.

Once I’m dead, you’ll know.”

Bai Shan sneered, “You’re only twelve years old, and you’re already thinking about writing your autobiography.

Aren’t you ashad?”

Can just anyone write an autobiography?

That’s not right, Bai Shan asked, “Who are you going to have write it?”

“It’s called an autobiography for a reason; of course, I’ll write it myself.”

Bai Erlang couldn’t help but interject, “Historically, only historians preserved records; you, you want to write it yourself?

Aren’t you ashad?”

Manbao, who had often read various autobiographies in the encyclopedia hall, naturally replied, “Not ashad at all.

Others can write autobiographies, why can’t I?”

Bai Shan, looking astonished, asked, “Have you ever seen anyone write their own biography?

Isn’t it usually done through literature or poetry to express one’s aspirations?”

Manbao paused montarily then realized, she had gotten her books mixed up.

She scratched her head and said, “Okay, I rembered it wrong, then I’ll be the first to do so.”

Bai Erlang comnted, “The teacher wouldn’t be happy about you starting such a precedent.”

Bai Shan then thought for a mont and asked, “If you write your autobiography yourself, wouldn’t you just praise yourself however you like?”

Manbao hesitated, “Praise is necessary, but it needs to be fair.

For example, I would also have to write about so of my bad thoughts, so that future generations can understand what I thought.”

Bai Erlang questioned, “Why would future generations need to know what you think?

You’re not famous.”

Bai Shan then asked, “Aren’t you afraid that future generations will curse you if you write bad things about yourself?”

“Not afraid.

Nobody’s perfect.

If I made myself look too good, I would seem hypocritical,” Manbao replied.

“Plus, by then I’d be dead; if they cursed , I wouldn’t hear it.”

Bai Shan seed thoughtful and nodded.

He carefully glanced around the study, saw that he hadn’t disturbed the teacher, then leaned in and quietly asked Manbao, “How do you plan to write your autobiography?”

“I have a notebook where I’ve recorded many, many things.

I can’t say I write daily, but on average, I jot sothing down every three days.

When I grow old, I’ll organize these notes, and naturally, they’ll beco my autobiography.”

Bai Shan thought this thod was good and planned to try it himself that evening.

Bai Shan remarked, “But what if soone sees such a private notebook?”

Bai Erlang, deep in thought, quickly nodded and asked, “Yes, exactly.

It contains many of our secrets, both good and bad.”

Manbao then scratched her head and said, “Well, I hide my things where no one can find them.

As for you…

why not try inventing a script that only you can understand?

Record the very important things that absolutely cannot be disclosed in that script.”

Bai Erlang gave her a sidelong glance and remarked, “The sage Cangjie spent his whole life creating characters, and now you also think about making your own?

Aren’t you ashad?”

Bai Shan, however, already had an idea, and both he and Manbao shook their heads together, “Not ashad, not ashad.”

Bai Shan suggested, “We certainly can’t compare with Cangjie, but a simplified version could work.

Maybe we can use or combine so characters in different ways?”

Manbao nodded, “That’s what I was thinking.”

The two exchanged glances, reached a consensus, and decided they would find ti to discuss it further.

This topic was too much for Zhou SiLang to follow; he could only silently listen on the side.

After their discussion, he asked, “So, are we really going to sell the flowers to the Prince’s Mansion in Yizhou?”

Manbao nodded.

Bai Shan, unconcerned, waved his hand and said, “Just sell them, sell them.

It’s no big deal.

As long as they want to buy, we sell.

Earning money from them is more satisfying than earning from others.

By the way, how much did you spend on these flowers?”

Manbao replied, “Very cheap.”

Bai Shan said, “Then we’ll sell them for a bit more.

Fourth Brother Zhou, tomorrow morning, you just stand outside the side gate of the Prince’s Mansion with the flowers.

Generally, at that ti, the mansion’s buyers go out for purchasing.

Since the Princess Consort of Yizhou likes peonies, the servants will surely try to please her.”