Mr. Qian laughed heartily.
He thought to himself, "The price I'm offering isn't low! If these peaches are really as delicious as the tea currently insulated in the flask in my sunproof clothing pocket, well... sigh! It wouldn't be impossible to raise it by another 50 cents."
Any more than that would make them hard to sell.
The group, swaying back and forth, made their way down the mountain again by the same route.
However, the two inspectors furrowed their brows with concern: "Do you have to use this path to transport the peaches down the mountain?"
One or two baskets wouldn't be an issue, but to harvest and transport the whole orchard's worth of peaches would be truly laborious.
Song Tan shook her head: "No, you can take a tricycle if you turn onto the main road here and go around the bend."
Otherwise, we'd never manage when we harvest hundreds of watermelons!
"That's a relief."