"Old man, I can only give you ten taels of silver for this horse. If you want to sell it, sell it. If not, leave now and don't delay my business. What kind of behavior is it to be kneeling and kowtowing at my gate? I'm not your father. Don't you think it's bad luck for you to kneel and kowtow to me? Bah!"
The shopkeeper of the horse trading company spoke very rudely, and after he finished speaking, he spat a wad of phlegm in Zhang's direction.
Old Zhang was quite old, and after being humiliated like that, he staggered and almost fell over.
Pei Dalang was furious at his words and rolled up his sleeves, ready to beat up the shopkeeper.
Fortunately, Pei Yao rushed back and grabbed him, saying, "Uncle, don't be impulsive. This is the street. It's not good to hit people."
Pei Dalang was not a reckless person, so he would not fight in the street. Upon hearing Pei Yao's words, he immediately calmed down.
However, he still glared fiercely at the shopkeeper, wishing he could punch him in the face right away.
Old Zhang, standing to the side, glanced at Pei Dalang and felt extremely grateful.
But seeing their clothes, he figured they were probably poor like himself and wouldn't buy his horse. Yet he was still waiting to sell them all.
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