Jiang Sanlang and the brothers Li Dayong and Li Eryong quickly trimmed five hundred pepper vines, and handed them to Chen Changsheng and the others.
He generously gave them an extra ten and then pocketed the silver.
Turning his head and seeing his little daughter looking on, he asked with a smile, "Have you finished picking the apples?"
"Hmm." Yingbao looked around the pepper garden, noting that the vines were somewhat thin. She planned to water them with the Pupil Spring later. "Dad, who else wants to buy pepper seedlings?"
Jiang Sanlang thought for a while and said, "There are quite a lot. The village chiefs from several surrounding villages have come to make appointments, but our pepper vines are not quite enough."
However, they couldn't possibly strip their own pepper vines bare, so they could only have those people wait in line until new vines grew back.
Yingbao nodded and looked around.