Lin Qin took the initiative to help them fish, "Look, they are all alive! At the supply and marketing cooperative, they're one yuan six per jin, but we'll do one yuan five, clean and pretty, the best for new mothers to produce milk!"
"Oh! One yuan five isn't cheap! They're so small, not big enough!" A few grannies started to pick on them.
Lin Qin explained nicely, "Grannies, these crucian carps don't grow much bigger, if they were bigger we'd sell out in the city and wouldn't come all the way here to sell, right?
You are more than an hour away from Nanxi! We came this far and sell for one yuan five per jin, we're really not making much money!"
"How about a bit cheaper!" The granny who first asked about the price, seeing Lin Qin speak so sincerely, felt it hard to argue further, only wanting to bargain down the price more.
After several rounds of verbal battles, they finally closed the deal at one yuan four per jin.
