At home, they sell for ten cents a pound, and during a bumper harvest, they can't even sell for ten cents. Selling to the little girl for twenty cents a pound is clearly ripping her off.
The little girl lowered her head and said nothing.
Lu Jiaxin, smiling, pulled out a handful of money from her pocket, counted eight yuan, and stuffed it into big sister's hand. Seeing her reluctance to accept, Lu Jiaxin explained, "The price for selling at home is different from selling outside. Like in the Forty-nine City, such good pomegranates would go for fifty cents a pound."
The big sister gave back the extra three yuan, "Miss, the Forty-nine City is the Forty-nine City, we sell for ten cents a pound here, and I can't rip you off. If you insist on giving eight yuan, then I won't sell."
Lu Jiaxin, unable to refuse, could only accept it and then she took a handful of candy from the bag for the little girl, "Here, big sister gives you candy to eat."
