Watching the conversation between the two and seeing Shen Fugui's face becoming increasingly ugly, the waiter realized that this man didn't really want to buy a bamboo basket.
I couldn't help but stare at him again and again, mistaking him for someone looking for trouble.
But it wouldn't matter if I didn't look at it. When I looked at it, I noticed that the man was actually using a cane.
"crutch?"
The man suddenly came to his senses.
Could this person be the Shen Quezi that the shopkeeper had mentioned? If so, he would be in trouble.
Just as I was hesitating about how to start, I saw the shopkeeper walking quickly towards me from the inner room.
He quickly glanced at the waiter and bowed to Shen Fugui again:
"So it's you, Brother Shen. Come on in."
Shen Fugui saw that the visitor had come at this time, not earlier. He said calmly, "Manager Yuan, you are unworthy."
The shopkeeper was anxious and was about to invite Shen Fugui into the inner room to discuss a solution, but he saw that he was silent for a long time and did not move. Finally, he walked towards the black-faced old man.
He also bowed to the old man and said: "Thank you, big brother, for answering my question just now. I apologize for any offense I caused you.
In fact, all the bamboo weavings in this store are consigned by me.
I just asked, and I just felt that the price was a little different from what the shopkeeper had initially discussed with me."
The thin old man looked at the shopkeeper's tightly furrowed brows and immediately understood what Shen Fugui meant.
He took a closer look at Shen Fugui and saw that although he was leaning on a cane and his clothes were patched, he looked calm and not panicked at all. He certainly didn't look like the kind of person who would deliberately stir up trouble.
Looking at Shen Fugui's hands again, he saw scars on the back of his hands. His thumb and index finger looked particularly thick and covered with a thick layer of calluses.
There was a finger wrapped in cloth on his left hand, obviously a fresh injury.
The old man had already guessed that the bamboo weaving was made by the lame man in front of him, so he immediately returned the gift:
"It's nothing serious. I'm just telling the truth."
Manager Yuan looked annoyed, but he couldn't show it at the moment.
"Big Brother, my surname is Shen, and my name is Shen Fugui. I am from Qianniu Village. May I ask your surname? Could you please be my witness?"
"My last name is Cheng, you can just call me Brother Cheng. It's still early, I'm old, and I don't have much to do. Just come and watch the fun."
After saying that, he waved at Shen Fugui, indicating that it was okay.
Old Man Cheng originally thought that the lame man was looking for trouble, but he didn't expect that he was a man who made a living by his own ability. This alone was enough to make him admire him.
As a farmer with a straightforward character, Old Man Cheng naturally wanted to make amends for how he had just looked down on Shen Fugui.
"Boss, let's explain it here. If it's hard to explain here, we can go to the yamen and explain it properly."
The shopkeeper laughed awkwardly, "No, no...Brother Shen, listen to me, I was wrong before, I was blinded by greed and lost my conscience for a little profit!
"You are such a generous person, let's just settle it here. And with Brother Cheng as a witness, I will return all the extra money I charged you!"
Unexpectedly, Shopkeeper Yuan was so easy to talk to. Shen Fugui, who had thought it would take some effort, felt relieved.
I was also secretly thinking about the fan.
After about an hour, Manager Yuan checked the account book.
In the past two years, a total of 232 pieces of bamboo products of various sizes have been sold, which means that Shen Fugui should be compensated with a total of 232 coins.
In fact, Shopkeeper Yuan not only took the interest from the Shen family, but also took all the other items that were lent here for sale.
The situation in the north is not good at the moment. Manager Yuan heard from distant relatives that there will be war within five years.
He had made plans early on to go and live with his relatives, so he would naturally try to earn as much as he could.
When I first saw Shen Fugui's bamboo weaving, I thought that although it might not sell well, the quality was good, so I happily took over this business.
I didn't expect that this cripple would find out and be so angry that he wanted to make a scene at the government office.
What is lost here can be made up from other places.
The shopkeeper thought about it and made a choice immediately.
Seeing that Shen Fugui had gotten justice, Old Man Cheng bowed and said goodbye.
I wanted to invite the old man to have a bowl of noodles to express my gratitude, but he refused.
Shen Fugui had no choice but to secretly note down the old man's address, thinking that he could thank him when he had time.
After spending a whole morning in the grocery store and taking home more than two hundred coins, Shen Fugui was very excited and wanted to go home early to share the good news with his wife.
He suddenly remembered that his purpose today was the bamboo fan, and wanted to ask Shopkeeper Yuan, but when he thought about the other person's character, he gave up.
I had no choice but to turn around and go to the market. I finally found a stall and saw that the bamboo fan looked very simple, so I thought I could probably weave one myself.
The sun was at its highest point, and fearing that his family would worry and that Uncle Xu's ox cart had already left, Shen Fugui hurried to where the ox cart was parked.
***
Chen Xinli comforted A Niang and Second Aunt.
She thought that only making egg pancakes and soup would not be enough for two families. Although there were hard steamed buns, she still wanted her family to eat better.
I saw my second uncle brought five khaki steamed buns from home. Seeing that the bran content was not as much as that of the ones he made at home, I knew how to cook them.
I saw her cut the steamed buns into thick slices, then cut them into finger-sized dices and put them into a large bowl.
Beat three more eggs into the bowl that Second Aunt had just beaten, then pour them on the steamed buns, ensuring that each piece of steamed bun is evenly coated with egg liquid.
In the kitchen, I found light brown flour made from some unknown crop.
Grab two handfuls and put them into the bowl and continue to stir, so that the steamed bun cubes that have just been coated with egg liquid are coated with another layer of flour.
Boil water in a pot, and when the water boils, add oil and salt to adjust the base flavor.
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