Someone came over and suddenly asked. Li Mufan was so scared that he tightened his whole body, his nervous tongue rolled up. He stared at Li Mujin with wide eyes and turned his head, "I've been fighting the day before yesterday, and I've been good at it, you can see."

As he said that, he took out a pheasant from the bamboo basket with his hands trembling, and reached it in front of the man. He half raised his head and looked at the man with beautiful eyes watery eyes, both nervous and expectant!

The guest who came to inquire was easy to talk and was very literary. He stretched out his left hand and gently stroked the sleeve on his right hand up, and pinched a pair of white big hands that were somewhat inconsistent with his age on the chicken's head.

There was a thick calluse on the first knuckle of his right middle finger, which should be caused by holding the pen all year round. If she guessed this person's identity well, she should be an individual.

Someone came to such a mixed market, and this person is really different from others. You should know that there are everything sold in this market, but there are no pens, inks, papers and inkstones.

It’s not that no one sells it, but that people have always been noble and disdain to join them, such as the farmers who usually step on black soil.

The man glanced at the chicken's head, then reached out to pinch the chicken, and finally shook his head, and it seemed that he didn't want to buy it. Seeing this, Li Mufan was a little discouraged.

"Sir, although these pheasants were beaten the day before yesterday, they were placed in the northeast corner of the back of the house yesterday and would definitely not break. What's more, every pheasant here hit the head and there was no wound on the body, so it would not break if it was placed in this way. If sir, the price could be reduced by two cents."

Finally, a customer came to shang     mén. Li Mujin was not willing to let the person go easily for so long. Seeing that he was not satisfied, she immediately walked over and explained to him.

Then I was very determined and lowered the price of pheasants by two cents. You should know that the pheasants that day were sold to the county, but they could be sold for about fifteen cents.

Liu Boyong was about to leave when he suddenly heard the woman in front of him say this, and his feet paused. He frowned, his eyes tightened, and looked Li Mujin up and down.

This woman should be an ordinary peasant woman. Although she is a little ugly, she is very erotic, has clear thinking, and speaks well. She is a smart person!

It is spring now, with alternating monsoons, northwest wind blowing at night and southwest wind blowing during the day. Place the chickens in the northeast corner of the back of the house, and the cold wind can be blown for twelve hours a day, and the back of the house is in the shade. This placement is really wonderful.

He just saw this pheasant, and there was no wound on his body. He was wondering how the pheasant died, but now she has solved his doubts.

"Do you know me?"

Liu Boyong looked at Li Mujin, pointed at him, and suddenly asked.

"Since you don't know me, how do you know that I am a gentleman?"

When Liu Boyong saw the woman opposite shook his head, he was even more curious!

"Mr.'s hands are so white, and he is not a thick hand at first glance. There are calluses on the middle finger of your right hand. You should hold the pen all year round. Now you are so close to your husband. If you smell it carefully, you still have a scent of ink on your husband. Based on these, I guessed you should be alone, so I call him a teacher. Only now, I realized that you are actually a teacher."

Listening to the man's question, Li Mujin smiled faintly, without showing her teeth, and then replied truthfully to the man's words, with a smile in his eyes, which made the person on the opposite side stunned, and then shook his head with a laugh.
Chapter completed!