"Ten coins for little meat, why would you buy it? I can't sell it anyway, so I keep it for myself."
"Alright, give me the four pork knuckles."
Someone has come to buy pork.
"Uncle Feng, give me two jin (1 kg). I don't have any money with me right now, but I'll get it for you when I get home. Could you cut some for me first?"
Butcher Feng chuckled.
"What are you talking about? We're all from the same village. Do you think you can run away? Others pay more than twenty coins a pound, but we're from the same village. Can't we just take fifteen coins a pound?"
"Oh, thank you so much, Uncle Feng."
I found the fattest piece of meat and cut it off.
"Here, this piece is the best. Stir-fry it in oil, add some wild vegetables, and the taste is indescribable, incredibly fragrant."
The villagers happily accepted it.
He then looked at Chen Xian and asked somewhat uncertainly, "From Qingxia Village?"
Chen Xian remained expressionless.
The villagers scratched their heads.
Chen Xian readily paid the money, while Butcher Feng looked at Chen Xian with slight suspicion.
Chen Xian loaded the pork and pig's blood onto the oxcart.
Only then did his expression calm down, with a slight hint of apology.
"Sir, I'm from Qingxia Village. I don't know what misunderstanding you have about Qingxia Village, but when it comes to doing business, harmony is the key to making money. I'm sorry, I lied to you just now."
Feng's face turned cold, and he forcefully stabbed the knife into the cutting board.
"You little rascal, you're really cunning."
Chen Xian said calmly, "Grandpa, you can ask around in Qingxia Village. I, Chen Xian, am an honest man. I never bully others. Even when doing business, I am honest and upright. In the future, my family may continue to buy a lot of your pork. Grandpa, you don't want me to buy pork from other families, do you?"
An elderly woman walked in from the outer courtyard.
Upon hearing that there was a big business opportunity, the old woman's expression immediately softened, and she turned to scold her husband.
"Old man, what are you doing? Why are you being so stubborn? They're just here to buy pork, not to steal your water. Besides, it was our villagers who insisted on secretly stealing grain from other villages. Do you think stealing grain is right?"
The old woman spoke rapidly, her words coming out like cannonballs.
The old man stormed into the house.
The old woman smiled and smoothed things over: "Oh, young man, what kind of business do you run? You'll have to patronize our business in the future. Business is really tough these days. We spend all morning drying our food in town and still can't sell more than ten kilograms."
Chen Xian chuckled and said, "Auntie, you have to take care of our family too. Could you talk to the old man and ask him to lower the price? We're all from the same village, we see each other all the time."
The old woman chuckled and nodded, her wrinkles trembling, radiating kindness.
"No problem, I felt an instant connection with you, young man."
As she spoke, she reached out with her withered palm to take Chen Xian's hand, just like a relative she hadn't seen for many years.
The atmosphere became lively for a while.
The old woman insisted that Chen Xian's family stay for dinner.
Chen Xian made an excuse that he had something to do.
Standing on the oxcart, he waved to the old woman: "Goodbye, ma'am."
On the road.
Su Wenxuan nudged Su Wenhao.
"Brother, what lesson did you learn from this?"
Su Wenhao calmly said, "Sometimes, lying can solve a lot of problems."
For example, the uncle, because there had been conflicts between the villagers and the people in this village before.
He lied and said he was from another village.
That's how I was able to buy pork successfully.
If only they had said from the beginning that they were from Qingxia Village.
It's likely that there will be many twists and turns.
Su Wenxuan asked in confusion, "Then why did the uncle later admit that he lied? It's not like he's the only one selling pork. He could have just gone to another store next time."
Chen Xian: "Lying is life, admitting it is conscience."
Erzhu whispered something.
“Dad, I think you might as well just lie to the end. The old man selling pork probably won’t be as angry as he is now, since he doesn’t know anything about it anyway. There’s a good thing about being confused.”
"I always feel like you're deliberately trying to annoy people."
It was as if she were spraying water in his face: "Ugh, I bought pork, but I was cheated out of it by you. Can you believe it?"
Chen Xian: "?"
Why do you misunderstand me, you unfilial son? Am I that bad?
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