"Second brother, why are you sophisticated that your monkey is so good that I am on my head?"

"This second-class charcoal is obviously ten cents per pound. I have never bought it before?"

Yang Huaming raised his neck and said.

"There are charcoal burning in Yongxian House at home, and my mother sent me to buy it!"

Yang Hualin glared at Yang Huaming with annoyance.

"You are not from the right place and don't have much weight, so it's not easy to sell when you take it to the town."

"I think you are a brother, so I helped you get rid of it. I have to give me some errands, right?"

"If you think the price is low, find a way out."

Yang Hualin turned around and wanted to go back to the room. Yang Huaming gritted his teeth, "Chengcheng, five quotas are five quotas!"

Even the bag and charcoal were given to Yang Hualin.

Yang Hualin took out twenty-five cents to send Yang Huaming away.

Yang Huaming returned to the house with a charcoal bag.

Yang pulled him aside and asked carefully.

After listening to Yang Hualin's words, Yang looked unhappy.

Yang Hualin was scolded there: "It's not easy to sell five kilograms of charcoal in my brother's shop. You're doing this loss-making business, and you're also a monkey-like person!"

Yang Hualin smiled and said, "It is of course useful for me to collect his charcoal."

"Didn't you say you want to go to Lao Mu's house to sit?"

"It's not like I'm going to go empty-handed, I just happened to carry this charcoal."

"Just say it was for Zichuan to warm up books at night, Widow Liu was definitely happy." Yang Hualin said.

When Yang heard this, he smiled.
Chapter completed!