CHAPTER 412: CHAPTER 106: THE SPECIAL MALE CUSTOMER (PART 2)

Zhuo Feng’s sweet potatoes hit the market early, and they indeed taste good. When the sweet potato harvest comes, we definitely need to contact them early.

The two brothers were in the same trade as Uncle San Gouzi, transporting goods up and down the country, taking fresh fruits from various places to sell in other regions, and could sell them at a high price with a simple turnover.

According to them, if Zhuo Feng’s sweet potatoes were sold not at Jingxi Agricultural Market but in the southern cities of Guangzhou, Shenzhen, or in the eastern areas like Shanghai and Jiangsu, the price could at least double. Of course, after deducting transportation and labor costs, the net gain might not be much more, but it was still a new idea for Zhuo Feng.

"Actually selling over fifteen hundred yuan in just one morning, and that’s just from less than half an acre of sweet potatoes. If we were to dig up all three acres," Zhuo Feng almost passed out with joy after counting the money. There were three acres of sweet potatoes planted in the farm, with the cheapest ones being the white potatoes, yielding more than six thousand jin per acre. So, doing the math, one acre could bring in more than twenty thousand yuan, meaning the sweet potatoes from just the three acres could sell for sixty to seventy thousand yuan.

Sixty to seventy thousand yuan, that’s comparable to a year’s income from a regular job at Feng Xing.

"Auntie, are you this happy?" Xiao Xian saw Zhuo Feng’s uncontrollable joy and joined in the happiness. The aunt and nephew hadn’t even finished celebrating when they noticed another customer approaching their stall.

"Are these sweet potatoes? It’s not sweet potato season now, did you harvest them much earlier than usual? Don’t tell me they are from a greenhouse," the customer squatted in front of the stall, picking up sweet potatoes without greetings.

"Comrade, buying sweet potatoes? They are all grown by ourselves. We have plenty left after selling all day, no need to pick, they are all good. If you like, I can give you a discount," Zhuo Feng, who had just been in business for a while, already learned some sales talk. There were only about ten jin of sweet potatoes left, taking them home would waste fuel, so might as well sell them at a discount or almost give them away.

But the man squatting on the ground, dressed in casual athletic wear, didn’t pay any attention to her. He glanced at Xiao Xian and Zhuo Feng’s feet, which were standing on impeccably clean shoes.

He didn’t believe for a second that these two, judging by their appearance and tone, even knew whether sweet potatoes grew on trees or the ground.

Mentally sneering, the man didn’t hold back in his picking. After a while, he exclaimed softly with surprise, "These really are freshly dug sweet potatoes, and the quality is quite good."

"Uncle, the sweet potatoes are fresh, just dug out from the ground yesterday," Xiao Xian, noticing the client’s refined appearance, with golden-framed glasses and picking out the best-looking leftover sweet potatoes, could tell he was an expert.

"These sweet potatoes are from around Yanqing, aren’t they?" the client stood up, looking directly into Xiao Xian’s eyes.

It was only then that Zhuo Feng got a clear look at the sweet potato buyer. He had short hair mixed with black and white, probably just under forty, with a fine-looking face but sharp eyes, and there was a certain sternness when he spoke.

"Oh, yes, you have good eyes," Zhuo Feng replied, but she still didn’t understand how the client could tell the origin of the sweet potatoes. They didn’t display any signs saying ’from somewhere’ or ’from some country.’

After hearing Zhuo Feng’s compliment, the man didn’t show any signs of pride and simply nodded, "Not just Yanqing, I can recognize any crop that is coated with soil by the quality of the earth wherever it’s from in the country."

Xiao Xian listened and took another surreptitious look at the man.

The male client didn’t seem like someone who wasted words. He glanced at his wristwatch, noting that it was already past ten in the morning, and after a moment of thought, he pointed to the seven or eight sweet potatoes scattered on the ground: "I’ll take all of these, they might have been picked over, but they are all good quality, and you probably can’t buy ones like these at other stalls."

Zhuo Feng was naturally happy to hear this, and promptly grabbed a couple of bags to pack all the sweet potatoes the customer wanted, intentionally charging him for one jin less.

The glasses-wearing client carried the sweet potatoes away a few steps, then suddenly turned back and asked, "Are these sweet potatoes really all grown by the two of you? No one else at home to help?"

"Just the two of us and my spouse. We’ve just started planting this year. If you like fresh ones, you can come and buy them at the farm one kilometer away from the Yanqing Milk Factory. If you can’t make it that far, we are here at Jingxi Agricultural Market every Sunday," Zhuo Feng cheerfully gave their location, seeing that the client had an air of scholarship. Having such a return customer was a good thing.

The client nodded, holding the two bags of hefty sweet potatoes, and briskly walked out of the agricultural market.

After selling all the sweet potatoes, Zhuo Feng and Xiao Xian packed up the stall. A while later, the driver Uncle San Gouzi returned and saw that even with just the strength of two young ladies, they had managed to sell all the sweet potatoes. He doubted them for a while, and on the way back home, he could not stop talking.

Zhuo Feng and Xiao Xian didn’t care about these trivialities. On the way home, they went to a nearby supermarket to buy some daily necessities and fresh fruits, vegetables, and a few jin of pork ribs and fresh shrimp. They returned home loaded with goods to report their success.

While Xiao Xian and Zhuo Feng were off buying stuff to prepare for their return to Yanqing, the male customer with the two bags of sweet potatoes turned into a hutong, emerged from it, straight into a courtyard with a sign "China Agricultural Science and Technology Institute Attached District."

**

Four Chapters now, Fu Zi with a face thinner than sweet potato skin, reaching out for those tender monthly tickets~

Special offering from Fu Zi’s Sweet Potato Brand Beauty Detoxifying Breakfast:

Presenter: Xiao Xian who has recently been working hard on sweet potato farming

Taster: Xiao Bai Jiao, forced into a vegetarian diet.

Time: Before eight o’clock, good kids should have breakfast on time.

Main actor: Sweet potato. Take any sweet potato bought from the market, wash it clean, peeling is optional.

Cut into slices, about 1.5 cm, five or six pieces, lay out evenly without overlapping in a heatable container,

Cover it, no need to add water, heat it up for four minutes in the microwave, and it’s ready to eat.

Supporting roles: Milk and a moderate amount of fruit.

Xiao Bai Jiao explains the effects:

Outstanding for those with poor digestion, long-term use, um, can slim down or bulk up~

**(To be continued. If you like this work, welcome to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendation tickets and monthly tickets, your support is my greatest motivation.)