Chapter 17: Two Thousand Five Hundred a Bag

Xiang Yu turned his head to look at the man and memorized his appearance.

As if his purpose had been discovered, the man avoided Xiang Yu's gaze.

"Okay, I'm very picky. What else do you have at home?" Xiang Yu asked casually.

But the moment she said this, many people around her glanced at the man walking beside Xiang Yu.

Thinking that Xiang Yu was really going to his house, the man's eyes flashed with a faint light, "Every year, the harvest of crops is still the same, but sister, you have asked, I will definitely leave the best for you."

After he started talking, several people in the village realized that apart from the village chief's family, the family with the most fields in Xiangjia Village seemed to be Xiang Laoliu's.

At least the harvest is more than theirs.

"Xiang Yu, you are so beautiful, do you have a boyfriend?" Xiang Laoliu moved closer to Xiang Yu, shortening the distance between them.

Xiang Yu calmly moved away, pretending to be tired and anxious, not wanting to pay attention to him. Xiang Laoliu immediately stepped forward and put his hand on Xiang Yu's backpack.

"Xiao Yu, let me help you carry it." In just a few words, he even changed his address.

"Xiang Laoliu, how old are you? Why are you still thinking about falling for a young girl?" Uncle Xiang walked up to Xiang Yu and said sternly.

Immediately, many people around burst into laughter. Xiang Laoliu is almost forty years old this year and still a bachelor.

"Look, we are all grown men, just like a little girl. Didn't I just want to help her?"

Xiang Laoliu has become very thick-skinned in the village, and he doesn't care what others say.

Xiang Yu observed the expressions on the faces of the people in the village and found that when Xiang Laoliu just told him that he still had a lot of things at home.

Those people were trying to get close to Xiang Laoliu intentionally or unintentionally.

When we arrived at the small town supermarket, the number of people outside the mall was almost half of what we saw last week.

The cheeks of the people waiting outside the mall were sunken, as if they had not eaten for several days.

"Don't steal my things, don't steal..." The man came out of the supermarket and was immediately surrounded by a dozen people.

They rushed forward using their hands and feet, snatching the food they had just bought from the mall from the man.

Seeing this, the man's wife pulled her husband back into the mall, and during the struggle, both of his cotton coats were torn.

The food in the hands of the two men scattered all over the ground during the struggle. The crowd surrounding them rushed forward and lay on the ground to grab the scattered food.

Afraid that he would get nothing if he was a step slower, the man tried to break free from his wife's hand and rush out, "Don't take my food, it's for the children, please, please have mercy on me."

But the people around were indifferent, as if they didn't hear the man's shouts at all. After getting the food, they retreated back into the crowd.

"What should I do..." Zhao Xingshan murmured as he looked at the scene in front of him. The people from Xiangjia Village behind him also had unhappy expressions on their faces.

Xiang Yu glanced at the people standing outside the mall. Some of them came to buy food, but there were too many people outside the mall trying to grab things.

They didn't dare to go in and buy.

Xiang Yu looked at the people waiting outside the mall and did not choose to enter the supermarket. There were too many people here, and dealing with more than twenty people at the same time was her limit. She did not want to take the risk.

However, Zhao Xingshan, whose three children were waiting for dinner at home, could not sit still. He glanced at the few people and walked into the mall.

Xiang Yi reached out and held him back, "Don't go..."

Uncle Xiang also pulled Zhao Xingshan back.

"Are you going in?" Xiang Laoliu looked at the few people. He had always been a gangster and was not afraid of this kind of scene at all.

"Sister, do you want to come in with me? I'll protect you," Xiang Laoliu said to Xiang Yu, but Xiang Yu had already moved ten steps away from the group.

After Xiang Laoliu and his companions went in, Uncle Xiang and Zhao Xingshan also came to Xiang Yu's side. They also did not dare to go in and take the risk.

But if they were asked to go back now, several of them would feel unwilling.

"Dad, what should we do now?" Zhao Xingshan looked at the entrance of the mall. There were people blocking the back door as well.

Moreover, there were only a dozen security guards in the mall, and they just looked on coldly at those who were squatting at the door to snatch food, and had no intention of helping.

"Wait and see..." Xiang Yi turned his gaze to Xiang Yu, "What do you think?" Xiang Yu did not expect that he would actually ask for his opinion.

"I don't have any ideas, but you can wait for a while, there may be a surprise later," Xiang Yu stroked the hilt of the knife with his fingertips hidden in his sleeves.

Xiang Yi didn't understand what she meant, but the four of them obviously had nowhere else to go at the moment, so they waited here.

Half an hour later, a fat woman wrapped tightly came over. She first looked at the clothes of several people before coming forward.

Xiang Yu had noticed her as soon as she approached. The fat woman was wearing a mask on her face, and her narrow eyes were squinted, with many brown spots under her eyes.

"Do you want to buy food?" the woman approached the few people and asked in a low voice to the oldest uncle Xiang. Zhao Xingshan looked at the fat woman.

"Sister, do you have any? We want to buy some." Afraid that his voice would be too loud and attract people around him, the fat woman took a few steps back and distanced herself from them.

Xiang Yi was obviously much calmer. This was the surprise Xiang Yu mentioned.

"If you want to buy anything, follow me," the woman plunged into the crowd and walked out of the mall. Xiang Yu followed her out without saying a word.

Zhao Xingshan and the other two followed closely behind.

The woman brought several people into her home. Behind her house was an old granary. Against the wall on the right were bags of rice stacked up.

The fat woman took off the mask on her face and said, "Honey, a guest is coming." Soon, a short middle-aged man came out from behind the granary.

He held a calculator in his hand. "How much do you want to buy?" the man said excitedly. "I only accept cash here, and it's not cheap."

Zhao Xingshan looked at the rice piled against the wall, "What's the price?"

"Two thousand five hundred a bag, fixed price." Xiang Yi and the other two were stunned for a moment. Two thousand five hundred a bag was already a very expensive price, and it was obvious that the rice had been stored for a long time.

The two bosses were obviously not afraid that the rice would not be sold, and they urged them to make a decision quickly.

Two thousand five hundred a bag, ten thousand can only buy four bags, not to mention that the things in the supermarket are not cheap either. The three of them discussed it and finally decided to buy it.

"Xiang Yu, do you have enough money?" Uncle Xiang turned his head and looked at Xiang Yu who was standing at the door. "I have some," Xiang Yu immediately counted out two thousand and five.

The three of them bought four bags of rice. Uncle Xiang carried one bag each. Xiang Yi and Zhao Xingshan, in addition to carrying one bag themselves, also took another bag away.

The boss pointed them to a small path away from the main road, away from the crowd.