She paused for a moment, and then blurted out a random story, "I know a great landlord in business who wants to buy fresh ferns, half a cent per jin, and he asked me to collect them. He'll take as much as we have. Instead of feeding the ferns to pigs or letting them spoil, it's better to sell them to him. He said he'd take however many we have."
"Really?" The villagers who couldn't sell their ferns before had their eyes shining with excitement.
"Of course, it's true." Su Qingyue glanced at the more than twenty villagers carrying over twenty loads of more than two thousand jin of ferns. Zhang Shun really had good luck selling his ferns.
"Half a cent per jin, weigh it, and I'll pay you in cash." Su Qingyue shouted to the guys, "If you want to sell fresh ferns, come with me."
She took the lead and headed towards the Xiao Family, with the little bastard obediently following at her feet.
More than twenty people carrying their poles followed her behind.
