Space Fisherwoman: Going fishing in the sea and getting rich

Huang Dafu was very reluctant: "It would be a pity to throw it away."

Huang Erfu: "Then should we go to the city and sell them ourselves? That way we might be able to earn some money, but it will be more laborious for us."

Huang Dafu frowned, "There are only fifteen octopuses here, and they are half dead now. They will definitely be dead if we take them to the city, and we won't be able to sell them for much money."

After a pause, he continued, "By the way, no one in our village has ever seen this kind of octopus. Those who say it is poisonous have only heard it from others."

Huang Erfu had a bad feeling in his heart, "Brother, what do you want to do?"

Huang Dafu suddenly licked his lips and said, "This kind of octopus used to be sold after being caught. Now that no one wants to buy it, we can just eat it ourselves."

Huang Erfu was startled and said with some fear: "Aren't you afraid that it is really poisonous?"

Huang Dafu looked at his brother with disdain and said, "If you are afraid, wait until I eat it first before you eat it. I don't believe that such a beautiful and delicious octopus can be poisonous."

As he said this, he couldn't wait to go back and cook it.

Huang Erfu hesitated for a moment, but still followed.

……

Song Chuman was thinking about buying land, so she asked Song Hexiu to go to the city with her in Sun Xiaohe's car.

Song Chuhuai originally wanted to go, but he gave up when he thought that if he went, it would delay the work in the fields.

On the way, Song Chuman carefully observed the women passing by.

The flower wraps she sold before were more expensive, and they were a new product, so she was really worried that some people would buy them on impulse and then not dare to take them out.

She just overthought it.

Before long, she saw several wealthy ladies meeting on the street.

"Wow, the flower in your hair is so beautiful, where did you buy it? I want to buy some too."

"This color and workmanship are so exquisite."

“What beautiful flowers.”

The pink-dressed girl said proudly, "You can't buy this for the time being. When my maid bought it for me, it was the last one."

Song Chuman was stunned and took a look at the flower wrapped around the girl's head. Was this the last one she sold?

She looked around but didn't see the little girl who was about ten years old.

After she bought it, she should not be punished.

After the girl in pink finished speaking, the faces of the girls next to her looked a little unhappy.

"That's such a pity."

"Someone in my relative's family also bought one. I saw it last night, but it's not as pretty as yours."

“I don’t know when the person who sells this flower will come back to sell it.”

"If she comes again, I will definitely buy five or six and wear them in different patterns every day."

Song Chuman went somewhere else and soon saw several women coming out of a jewelry store.

“No one sells those flowers here either.”

"Oh, I'm going crazy. Who is selling those flowers? If they want to sell them, they should keep selling them. If they sell them for just one day, they will stop selling them. Aren't they deliberately teasing us?"

"Yes, I broke my sister's flowers, and she said that if I don't buy the same ones back, she will no longer let me be her sister."

……

Song Chuman went somewhere else.

After walking less than a kilometer, five or six groups of people appeared and discussed her flower binding.

And those who go out with the flower binding will be envied by everyone who sees them.

It seems that flower wrapping is really popular.

Song Chuman felt relieved. Although she had bought a lot of materials for making flower wrapping before, since she was here this time, she went to buy some more.