Old Master Yang sighed inwardly, the county magistrate was ultimately unfamiliar with Changjin Prefecture, and selling new stuff, it's inevitable for the townspeople to hesitate a bit.
Thinking of this, Old Master Yang signaled to He Er and the others behind him, then spoke loudly.
"County magistrate, we want to buy melon seeds, sunflower oil, instant noodles, and those sausage things, all of them. Give me... fifty of each."
Fifty is not too many or too few, it wouldn't make people think they are specially taking care of the county magistrate's new business, nor would it make the opening day too quiet with business suffering.
Others nodded, "Yes, we'll take fifty of each too."
Shu Yu, "..." Why do they seem so strange, is there some misunderstanding?
