After Zheng Huicheng got home, he directly placed the chives, long beans, and eggplants at the end of the kang in his room.
Su Yuanyuan told him that wrapping chives in newspaper can keep them fresh for about ten days.
However, there was no newspaper at home now, but he had already planned to find some the next day.
He lay on the kang, too excited to sleep, eager to find the newspaper right away. But he knew it wasn't possible. It was too late, almost eleven o'clock.
He got up and went out at five o'clock the next morning.
"Old Zheng, why are you up so early?"
"Old Wang, someone is interested in your things, but they want to see the quality. No matter how much you've got, they're willing to take it."
"Really?"
"Would I joke about this?"
"Hehe, that's great. I'm thinking about the meat from your hands. Once I have money, I'll definitely buy more to eat."
