Chapter Four Hundred Eighty-Eight
The woman in sunglasses looked at the live goose tied by its feet on the passenger seat of her car, as well as the several local chickens under the seat, and she almost cried.
She had no idea that the items Long Xiaoshan mentioned were a full load of local produce.
Not to mention the dried bamboo shoots, dried vegetables, cured sausages and bacon.
There were also live chickens, ducks, and geese.
She had wanted Long Xiaoshan to throw them away and was even willing to pay him for these local products, as if she had bought them.
But Long Xiaoshan had righteously refused her, going on about how these were the heartfelt tokens from the villagers, that true sentiment couldn't be exchanged for money, no matter the amount. He offered many reasons but, in the end, he stuffed them all into her Cayenne, not even a feather dropped, and in fear that the live geese and chickens would suffocate, he put them in the car compartment.
