"The duck pen must be cleaned regularly, and it should be ventilated and built high enough to prevent the ducks from getting sick," Lin Ziyin said.
"This is the niece of Guo Huiniang's family, right?" Mrs. Zhen shamelessly asked, trying to build a relationship.
Lin Ziyin merely smiled and nodded, but did not respond to her question. Instead, she asked, "Uncle, what do you do with the duck eggs you collect?"
"We sell them directly on the streets," Old man Guo answered.
"How do you sell them?" Lin Ziyin asked.
"One penny each," Old man Guo replied.
"The price is too low," Lin Ziyin commented.
"Indeed, he's a stubborn one..." Guo Family's second son interjected.
Lin Ziyin again disregarded him and said, "Uncle, I want to buy your duck eggs on a long-term basis, is that okay?"
"If you want to eat them, just come and get them. There's no need to buy," Old man Guo hastily insisted.
"Yes, Miss Lin, if you want some, we'll deliver them to you," Guo Zhongkui echoed.