The kerosene lamp was dim, and Xiao Jiahua could barely see the layout of the room.
There were three rows of shelves, two counters, a pair of tables and chairs, with some goods scattered around, and a faint smell of staleness.
There is nothing else besides this.
There was a black mass in the corner of the wall, and Xiao Jiahua almost stepped on it when he passed by.
She lowered her head and took a careful look before she realized that it was a living man?
The man curled up there weakly, coughing muffledly from time to time.
Xiao Jiahua was surprised: "Why is this person sleeping on the floor? Is he sick? Why not send him to the hospital?"
"Humph, this is my godson, he's a piece of trash, ignore him."
Granny Jin said as she walked to the counter and pointed at the rice, flour, sugar and oil on the shelf. She said without surprise, "We have everything from the Lu family. It's a hundred yuan in total. Pay your bills and leave early."
Ah...that’s it?
As expected, it was a one-stop service of extortion and selling stolen goods. This old lady and the Lu brothers were simply in collusion with them!
When you are under someone's roof, you have to bow your head.
Xiao Jiahua resigned himself to counting out ten "Great Unity" cards.
When it was time to hand it over, her heart was bleeding: "Grandma, why do you have to do this? Let Lu Da and Lu Er take the money and give it to you directly. Isn't it the same? I don't have to make an extra trip here."
The old lady put the money and bills into the drawer, locked it twice, and then responded to Xiao Jiahua.
She said disdainfully, "Don't talk nonsense. The people surnamed Lu are bad people. I, Old Lady Jin, am not the same as them! I am a legitimate supplier and marketer. My accounts are clean and I never cheat anyone. As for you outsiders, whether you buy things for your own use or to feed them to wolves, what does it have to do with me?"
What the hell, this is a fair and honest statement! Xiao Jiahua was actually unable to refute this kind of outlook.
She decided to fight for it: "Grandma, you also know that the Lu brothers are not Tu people, why are you still covering for them?"
"What's so strange about that? Isn't there Ananda and Kasyapa beside the Tathagata Buddha, who is always asking for 'human resources'?"
I didn’t expect that this old lady is also a level 10 scholar of Journey to the West novels.
There's no hope. If we continue talking, I'm afraid they will still think they are "robbing the rich to help the poor."
Time was running out, and Xiao Jiahua advised himself to accept his fate.
A few hours later, Granny Jin tore off the receipt, read the details on the back, bit her finger and made a fingerprint, then handed it to Xiao Jiahua.
"We're even now. Here's the proof. Take it back and show it to Lu Da."
"..."Xiao Jiahua was speechless again.
After the transaction was completed, the old lady turned around, kicked the man in the corner, and cursed, "You bastard, stop pretending to be sick and get up to do the accounting."
The man coughed violently a few more times as if in pain.
He coughs like this, could he have some infectious disease? Xiao Jiahua didn't want to stay in this damn place for even a second.
She started to leave, but after taking two steps, she was suddenly grabbed by the trouser leg by the "dead ghost" on the ground.
"You bastard, what are you doing? Let me go!" Xiao Jiahua said with disgust.
But the man pulled even tighter, as if he was grasping at a life-saving straw.
"Xiaoxiao, ahem, is that you..."
The man begged, "Don't go, please, ahem, save me..."
?
Hearing the familiar voice, Jiahua paused.
She moved the kerosene lamp closer and was shocked to see half of the man's glasses were broken.
"Liang Gaofeng...why is it you?"
Wasn’t this scumbag forced by his wife Qian Zhuzhu to go to Yi City a few months ago to support the country’s oil field construction?
How did he run from northern Xinjiang to southern Xinjiang and end up in such a miserable state, being yelled at, beaten and scolded by a fierce old lady?
Tonight was so exciting and full of surprises.
Thinking about the rumors in Qinghe Village, Xiao Jiahua felt a headache again.
Now, she can’t wash herself clean even if she jumps into the Yellow River.
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