"Uncle, even if we take these things to the city, I am afraid that we will not get a good deal. Can you take me to the county? I think I have a means to sell these things for a reasonable price." At that moment, Han Ruochen recalled the card that was still lying in her pocket. Didn't Zhai Muchen tell her that he could help her if she wanted to sell something that her uncle couldn't?
Han Ruochen felt a bit awkward. Clearly, she had never intended to ask Zhai Muchen for help, but it seemed like she was going to eat her own words very soon. She glanced at her second uncle, who looked a bit restless, and sighed. Of course, it was not her second uncle's fault. Most of the youngsters had gone to the county or the city to develop, and not many villagers were willing to fish.
