Pei Yang understood his wife's soft heart and kindness and was willing to indulge her, so he generously bought all the apples from the old farmer's burden.
There were about seventy to eighty jin in the two baskets combined, seven to eight yuan he could still afford.
Who knew his wife would actually want to buy the old farmer's entire stock of over a thousand jin of apples.
Even at 0.8 yuan per jin, that would still cost over a hundred yuan. Considering their current financial situation, they needed to be frugal.
The old farmer clearly didn't believe Shen Mingzhu was serious about buying all his apples. He chuckled, "Miss, you must be joking with me."
Pei Yang immediately chimed in, "Exactly, wife, the old man still needs to hurry back home after selling his apples. Don't tease, be good, ah."
"I'm not teasing."
Giving him a covert glare, Shen Mingzhu turned to the old farmer and said, "I'm serious, I really want to buy your apples—mmph mmph…"