After becoming rich overnight, I handed over the system.

Chapter 229 Sold

"Is this the final result?" Lin Liuyi asked Wu Mingyue after hearing her story.

"Yes, that's the only way. After all, base integration is more important," Wu Mingyue said helplessly.

"Okay, then you've been wronged a bit." Lin Liuyi looked at Wu Mingyue with heartache.

"Hehe, it's alright, because I got promoted!" Wu Mingyue laughed foolishly.

Okay, whatever makes you happy.

"So what have you been up to lately, June 1st?"

"I'm helping a little girl, no, a little boy!" Upon hearing this, Lin Liuyi quickly went to check on Ding Lan.

Ding Lan is quite satisfied now because her family has finally started earning money.

That day, Ding Lan went to town with his uncle and father.

At first, the three of them waited patiently for someone to buy their products, but in the end, Ding Lan couldn't resist anymore. How could you sell something without hawking it?

"Persimmons for sale! Persimmons for sale! Sweet and delicious lantern persimmons!"

"Hey, whose kid is this! What are you drinking like that! At this time of year, the persimmons are still green!" Someone shook their head upon hearing this.

A little kid, barely a child, talks nonsense.

Ding Lan looked at the uncle in front of her who was holding a fan. He was dressed well and must be rich.

She quickly picked up a persimmon from the stall and handed it to the man, saying, "Uncle, look, these persimmons of ours are all ripe, bright red like little lanterns, and very sweet. This is our family's unique planting method. If you don't believe me, you can try them; they're free."

The man took it with some skepticism, then his eyes lit up instantly. "Hey, it really is red!"

Seeing this, Ding Lan quickly said, "Uncle, please try it. If you don't like it, you don't have to pay."

"Kid, you said it yourself, I won't pay if it's not good!" The man looked like he was taking it seriously.

"I told you, my persimmons are definitely sweet!"

Ding Lan looked like she was ready to try it, jokingly saying that her whole family had tasted the persimmons as soon as they were ripe, and that these wild persimmons from the mountain were incredibly sweet.

Seeing this, the man no longer hesitated, broke open the persimmon and put it in his mouth. Sure enough, the persimmon was as sweet as the child had said.

The man finished eating in a few bites. "How was it, Uncle? Was the persimmon sweet?"

"It's sweet! You little rascal, you weren't lying."

"Uncle, would you like to buy some?" Ding Lan looked at him expectantly.

Uncle Ding and Father Ding, who had just been feeling sorry for the persimmon that their son had given away, now looked at the man expectantly after hearing Ding Lan's question.

"Buy, of course I'll buy some!" This man was Old Master Hu from the town, who loved to eat persimmons. Otherwise, he wouldn't have paid any attention to Ding Zhu's shouts.

How much are your persimmons?

"One penny per piece!" Ding Lan quoted.

Uncle Ding and Father Ding were too nervous to speak, because they hadn't even discussed what price to sell it for at home. They wondered if the price Zhu Zi was asking for was too high.

“Young man, this price is not cheap. Usually, you can buy three of these persimmons for one coin!” Old Master Hu frowned.

"Uncle, the persimmons haven't come off the market yet, have they? Our persimmons are the only ones ripe in the whole town, so they're rare and precious." Ding Lan blinked her big eyes.

We absolutely cannot sell them cheaply; picking and cooking persimmons is hard work for them too!

“Things are valued for their rarity! Kid, you have a point. Now, take these persimmons and come with me!” Old Master Hu turned to leave.

"Where are we going?" Ding Lan asked anxiously, wondering if the negotiations had fallen apart.

"Of course, deliver them to my door! I can't possibly buy so many persimmons from you and then not deliver them to my door!"

"Uncle, how many do you want?" Ding Lan was still wondering whether to have her uncle or her father deliver them.

"Of course I want them all! When I buy things, do you think I'm stingy?" Master Hu said with an air of certainty.

"Uncle is so generous!"

Ding Lan quickly urged her uncle and father to go deliver the goods together. Hehe, now there's no need to worry about who will deliver the goods; the three of them can go together.

Uncle Ding and Dad Ding were overjoyed; what a big customer!

The two became even more careful, afraid that if the persimmons in the basket were damaged, the old man would not want them.

When it came time to tally up the final tally, Ding Lan and her team carried a total of 208 persimmons. They picked out 8 that were slightly damaged, making a total of 200.

"Uncle, there are 200 persimmons in total, that's 200 coins."

"Alright, no problem. Butler, come and settle the bill for this child." Master Hu had a servant carry the persimmons inside, leaving the bill to his butler.

"Here you are, kid, this is 200 coins. Count them carefully!" Although he didn't know that there were two adults around, the master still made him give the money to the child. Of course, Steward Hu did his duty and obeyed the master's orders.

"No need to count, I trust Grandpa Butler!" Ding Lan took the money and gave it to her father and uncle.

"Oh, you have a rather pleasant voice, kid!" Butler Hu was taken aback by Ding Lan's trust; the child his master had taken a liking to was indeed extraordinary.

"I'm just telling the truth, Grandpa Butler. These persimmons are a little damaged. If you don't mind, consider it our way of thanking you!"

"No, no, child! These persimmons may be a little broken, but you can still sell them for a cheaper price at the market!" the steward hurriedly refused.

"It's alright, Grandpa Butler has worked hard too, consider this our way of thanking you!" Ding Lan handed the persimmon directly to him.

"Alright then, I'll take it." Butler Hu really thought the child was clever.

After selling the persimmons, Uncle Ding and Father Ding were about to head home.

"Uncle, Dad, let's buy some rice!" Ding Lan was really craving rice.

The Ding family is too poor. Rice is not produced in their area, and Ding Lan was a person who loved to eat rice in her previous life. She has been here for so long, and the only time she can drink some brown rice porridge is during the New Year.

"Second brother, shall we buy some?" Uncle Ding hesitated.

"Big brother, buy some! We owe it all to Zhu Zi this time!" Not only was Ding Lan craving some, but her father was too.

"How many should we buy?" Uncle Ding agreed to buy them.

"Ten catties! Dad, there are so many people in our family, let's buy ten catties!" Ding Lan jumped up and down.

"You brat, what are you thinking! Fine rice costs ten coins a pound. Buying ten pounds would cost half the money. Your grandma will beat us both when she gets home!" Ding's father ruffled his son's hair, reminding him to be realistic.

"Then, let's buy five jin!" Ding Lan reluctantly lowered her expectations.

"Let's buy two jin, brother! Let's buy some more meat!" Ding's father made the decision.

"Buying meat? That's not a good idea. If the second son buys both rice and meat, Mom will definitely scold him when he gets home!" Uncle Ding thought his younger brother was really bold.

Thinking of a big, fatty piece of meat, Ding Lan thought it was a good idea!