Chapter 7 Help Me
Hu Xin'er was determined to sell the pork, but after she shouted for a long time, some people came to watch, but no one came forward to buy the meat.
Is it that serious? It's just a piece of pork, not something unspeakable!
She overlooked one thing: three cents for a pound of pork, if used to buy rice, would be enough for a family to eat for seven or eight days, but not many families could afford to eat that much meat.
Hu Xiner was feeling depressed when a light laugh suddenly came from beside her.
If Mu Qing hadn't made any movement, she would have forgotten this man's existence. Turning around, she saw the Wushuang Young Master covering his face with his hands. He was wearing a coarse linen shirt, which not only did not make him look awkward, but instead had a unique charm.
"How could I forget you!" Hu Xiner grabbed Mu Qing's hand and said the words "help me" with confidence.
Fortunately, Mu Qing was always obedient to her, so he asked with his eyes: What do you want me to do?
Li Sangui lay on a recliner, fanning the noisy flies with a palm-leaf fan, and threw a basin of cold water on Hu Xiner: "This kid is so delicate and tender, I'm afraid he can't even lift a knife. If he can sell the pork, I'll take your surname!"
Hu Xiner looked up and down at the burly, fleshy Li Sangui. "You? Forget it."
She likes to be called dad, but "I'm not a casual person."
No! I have to take a look at her beautiful boy and feast my eyes. Tsk tsk, they are all human beings, why are there such big differences?
"Since you look down on my Mu Qing, how about we make a bet?"
Li Sangui saw Hu Xiner's eyes rolling around and guessed that she must be up to something, but he was also a generous man. How could he just let it go after being provoked by a little woman and a delicate boy?
"What's the bet?"
"Let's bet on this pork belly. If my Mu Qing sells the meat, will you give me a set of writing brushes, inkstones, and paper?"
Li Sangui waved his palm-leaf fan and glanced at Hu Xin'er. "That's a good idea you have."
A set of brushes, ink, paper, and inkstone would cost at least twenty copper coins. "What if you lose?"
Lose? How could she lose? "If I lose, I won't pay you, I'll sell pork for a month for free!" But how could she lose? Even if she couldn't sell any, she didn't say she had to sell it all today.
Mu Qing's hand trembled when he heard this. He seemed to want to pull Hu Xin'er's sleeve, but he thought of something halfway and dropped his hand. "Miss?"
Hu Xin'er raised her hand, intending to pat Mu Qing's shoulder to encourage or comfort him. Halfway through, she realized that her position of reaching for his shoulder wasn't very aesthetically pleasing, so she patted his arm instead, "Don't worry, we won't lose!"
Mu Qing blinked and nodded imperceptibly, as if agreeing.
Seeing this, Li Sangui said to Hu Xiner, "Haha!"
Oh, you big-headed ghost! Hu Xiner waved her fists at Li Sangui in her heart, but raised her chin on the surface, "Just watch me!"
"Come, stand here." Hu Xin'er stuffed the kitchen knife into Mu Qing's hand, tore off two pieces of oil paper wrapped around pork, and called out, "Buy pork and get a beauty for free!"
Mu Qing paused holding the knife and turned to look at Hu Xin'er, "Miss?"
He had no doubt that the beauty Hu Xin'er was talking about was him.
A wealthy woman twisted her plump waist, pushed through the crowd and came to the front of the pork stall. She used her hands as a fan and fanned her nose twice in disgust, as if this could disperse the bloody smell emanating from the pork stall.
"Buying pork as a gift for a beauty?" Her eyes fell unconcealedly on Mu Qing, who was at a loss holding a kitchen knife, and tears almost flowed from the corners of her mouth.
Even though Hu Xin'er was knowledgeable and experienced, she never expected that a woman could be so generous.
She was almost thrown into a pig cage because of her "unfaithfulness". Look at others, it's really frustrating to compare yourself with them!
"Hey, sister, do you think this young man is handsome?" Hu Xiner winked at the woman.
The woman's greedy eyes fell nakedly on Mu Qing's face, sliding slowly from top to bottom, lingering for a moment between the waist and abdomen, and then returning to the face, "Beautiful!"
Mu Qing felt uncomfortable with this direct gaze and tightened his grip on the hilt of the knife.
"Sister, you can tell at a glance that you are a flower lover, right?"
The woman puffed out her chest and said, "Of course!"
"In that case, how could sister bear to offend such a beautiful lady?" Hu Xin'er looked at the woman with a little anger.
When the woman heard this, she looked at Mu Qing's uneasy eyes, which were like those of a disturbed little animal, and immediately felt that her actions were inappropriate. "I... I'm offended."
Hu Xiner thought to herself: It turns out that no matter what era, there is always a lover of beautiful faces.
Beauty is indeed a person’s most powerful weapon!
"How about this? From now on, if you buy twenty pounds of pork from me, I will help you and the beauty enter the painting together. What do you think?"
As she spoke, Hu Xiner reached out and pulled the woman's arm. She seemed to lower her voice, but the women around who had similar thoughts could hear it clearly.
"Sister, you may not know this beauty is a refined person. Long Xiang is temporarily stranded here. He likes gentle women the most. If you are too impatient, I'm afraid you will scare the beauty."
The woman was still a little embarrassed and leaned close to Hu Xiner's ear, "But these 20 kilograms of pork are really a lot. It's not that I'm short of money, but I can't finish it."
Hu Xin'er was a businessperson who cared about her customers. "You don't have to buy everything in one day. You can spread it out over several days. But you have to be quick. After all, you never know when the beauty will be out of trouble. If that happens, wouldn't your efforts be in vain?"
Seeing that Hu Xin'er didn't really want to give him away, Mu Qing felt relieved and resumed his calm demeanor. Even when he stood behind the pork stall with a butcher knife in his hand, he did not arouse disgust, but instead aroused people's pity.
This should have been a family of great wealth and status. How could the young man, who was as handsome as a gentleman, have fallen to this point?
"Buy it, give me two pounds of pork belly!" The woman spoke first.
Mu Qing's knife chopped down cleanly and neatly, but unfortunately, when he weighed it, he found that it was half a pound too much.
He was about to cut off the extra half pound when Hu Xin'er grabbed his wrist and turned to look at the woman. "Sister, this beauty is still a little unfamiliar with this for the first time. Can you..."
"Put them all on!" After taking the beauty's virginity, she wouldn't feel sorry even if she threw away the half pound of pork to feed the dog!
Hu Xin'er's eyebrows lit up with joy. "Okay!" She packed the things neatly, collected the money, tore off a piece of oil paper, wrote "two and a half catties" on it, and marked the lower right corner of the paper before handing it to the woman. "Sister, take this! This is your receipt. When you have collected twenty catties, remember to come find me to paint your portrait!"
When the woman thought that she was two and a half pounds lighter than the beauty, she was so happy that she couldn't stop smiling. Halfway through her smile, she remembered that the beauty liked gentle women, so she forced herself to stop smiling, took the pork bun, and left gracefully.
But she had a plump figure and tried to act like a weak willow in the wind. Hu Xiner could only think of four words: ugly but trying to imitate someone ugly.
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