Chiang Xiao certainly wouldn't quarrel with money. Whoever came to buy was fine, as long as they paid enough.
Fortunately, the mushrooms had already been sold, and there were only seven or eight bunches of Tianxiang Green left; otherwise, having Chiang Baoguo see their full display might indeed have caused trouble.
"Sister, the rabbits are seventy cents a pound. These three weigh about the same, six pounds and one, five pounds and three, five pounds and five. Which one would you like to pick?"
As she spoke, she picked up the steelyard balance.
"Second Uncle, did you catch these rabbits?" Chiang Baoguo was still visibly shocked.
