The old man thought Li Laifu would jump again, but he didn't know that Li Laifu asked next: "Is it daytime at Liulichang? Or does the market open at night?"
The old man was so angry that he almost shook his waist. This kid didn't follow the routine! What the hell did you say just now? Will you give in with just one sentence?
The old man said angrily: "Get out! If you ask, go to the roadside. This is where I sell things."
The reason why Li Laifu didn't contradict him was because what the old man said "makes sense."
Although these old people have no skills and live by eating their ancestral property, they are not fools. Do they still know the value of their own things?
What's more, all of them have survived the war years. If they are fools, they probably won't be alive now. Hiding things and preserving lives are their strengths.
Li Laifu took out the White Rabbit toffee, peeled it open and put it in his mouth, and asked: "Old man, you are so poor, why are you still so angry? Have you had dinner? I had white flour steamed buns and pork at night. Potato stew, what did you eat?"
The old man glanced at Li Laifu eating toffee, and then listened to this kid's murderous words.
Gu Gu….
The old man cooperated and his stomach growled a few times.
Li Laifu took out another Chinese cigarette, lit it and continued: "Look at it? Are you still stubborn, old man? Do you have any objections?"
The old man listened to Li Laifu's mouth, swallowed his saliva and said, "I'm not selling this plate, I'm just exchanging it for food."
Li Laifu pretended to be surprised and said: "You old man is so boring. I have already prepared the money, why don't you sell it?"
The old man looked at the shameless Li Laifu and asked: "You didn't even move? Where did you prepare the money? Who did you learn to tell lies with your eyes open? And you chew your mouth when you eat? Your master You know? Do you want to buy something or not?"
Li Laifu didn't want to be poor like the old man, and asked: "You really don't want to sell this plate for money? Everyone is hungry now, how can anyone exchange food for anything?"
The old man didn't answer him, but looked behind him. Li Laifu followed his gaze and asked, Damn, isn't this the old man's request? Are you really carrying a dough bag?
Mao suit, big leather shoes, even with his face covered, he knows damn well that he is not an ordinary person.
When Li Laifu turned around, the old man looked at him with contempt.
Li Laifu asked directly: "How much can you say?"
When the old man saw that Li Laifu had no intention of leaving, he asked in surprise: "Do you have food?"
Li Laifu replied: "Isn't this nonsense?"
The old man stretched out five fingers and said in a low voice: "50 pounds of stick noodles, or 20 pounds of flour? Of course rice will do."
"Holy shit, is there something wrong with you old man? Fifty pounds of stick noodles are in Pigeon Market..."
The old man waved his hand to interrupt him and said: "The streets of Pigeon City are often checked. You have been watching our place for decades. Has anyone checked it? Is there anyone carrying a flour bag while walking around in Pigeon City? You are still too young to be in the city. Is there anyone who buys antiques here?" He pointed at it with his finger.
It was impossible to give him 50 kilograms of stick noodles. Li Laifu said: "Then I can pay the price back to the head office, right?"
The old man didn't quarrel with him this time. He nodded and said, "This is what it should be."
Li Laifu picked up the plate and looked at it. Although he couldn't tell whether it was genuine or not, it couldn't be damaged! He said, "How about ten pounds?"
"Four?
Li Laifu glared at him and said, "What are you thinking about? Ten pounds of stick noodles."
The old man lit the pipe pot and said: "Ten pounds of stick noodles will definitely not work."
After the two bargained, Li Laifu finally settled the deal with him for 20 kilograms of stick noodles.
The old man raised his buttocks, pulled out a flour bag and handed it to him, obviously asking him to put the food in it.
Li Laifu took the flour bag and walked to an alley he saw while wandering.
After packing the stick noodles and returning to the stall, the old man looked at Li Laifu picking up the box and preparing to leave. The old man twitched the corners of his mouth and said, "You stupid young man, check the contents inside. You just met me. If someone else does this, Just put some tiles and let’s see what you do?”
Li Laifu has been trained by later generations, and he has long been unable to deceive people with tricks like package swapping. He is a person with space and has long known what is inside.
Li Laifu put his hand into his pocket and said, "You old man has a bad mouth, but you are a nice person. Let me give you something!"
The old man thought the boy was giving him toffee, but who knew that Li Laifu took out a handful of Shanlihong.
The old man was stunned as he held Shanlihong in his hand, his mouth and face were twitching, he was angry.
Li Laifu said coolly: "No thanks, take it back and eat slowly."
The old man couldn't help but scolded: "Thank you grandma for helping me, you are a wicked thing." These days, the red in the mountains is like a hot potato. Let's eat it, shall we? Hungry fast! Don't want to eat? It’s a pity that it was lost because it was something that went into the mouth.
Li Laifu held the box and said, "How dare you, old man, scold my grandma? My grandpa is a prodigy who specializes in digging up ancestral graves. Be careful."
"Go dig it! It's better to dig the grave of that bitch Cixi again."
The young and old in this era can be said to hate Cixi deeply! Although they are still alive, it is incomparable to the past days. I didn't dare to scold them before, but I am not afraid anymore, and I have vented all the resentment in my heart.
Li Laifu said with a smile: "You old man, just wait, I will go back to find my grandfather and challenge you to a duel."
Li Laifu felt that it was too funny. It was so interesting to tease these old men. They were all unhappy and had quite a bad temper. This is life. Laughter is based on the pain of others.
The old man looked at Li Laifu's back, shook his head and smiled bitterly. This grandson was quite funny. But when he saw the mountain red in his hand, he was in trouble. He was so hungry that he didn't dare to eat it.
Li Laifu was right in his heart. This plate would be worth one or two million in future generations. He wouldn't sell it for small money anyway.
"Boy, have you been absent for a while?"
Li Laifu saw the old man telling him a story for the first time.
Li Laifu walked over and asked, "You old man has such a funny eyes, how did you know it was mine?"
The old man took a pony to hold Li Laifu and sat down. He said: "There are a few people who come to the ghost market, shaking their heads and tails when walking, and there is that prodigal? A good piece of cloth dug a hole in the mouth."
Li Laifu gave a thumbs up and said, "You old man is a thief!" He put his hand in his pocket.
The old man rubbed his hands with a smile on his face, thinking that Li Laifu gave him another cigarette.
Li Laifu said with a concerned tone: "Don't smoke all the time, it's not good for your health." He grabbed a handful of Shanlihong and put it in his hand.
Li Laifu was laughing in his heart. These days, giving someone a red face is more satisfying than scolding his mother.
The old man looked at a handful of Shanlihong, picked it up to confirm, and cursed: "Your kid? Is he a real grandson?"
Li Laifu nodded seriously and said, "My grandparents have been very kind to me. I am still the eldest son and grandson."
