Chapter 273 You Don’t Know How to Do Business

It was not until Zhang Xingwang's coughing sounded that the three of them stopped arguing. The old man had already squatted under a tree and was in seclusion.

But when he saw his daughter-in-law rushing towards the sack viciously, he recalled the scene of his son smoking secretly behind his back, and he threw away his face without thinking, gritted his teeth and moved over. He had just grabbed two packs of cigarettes when he was pulled aside by the man who came.

The man put the cigarette back and said to the old man confidently:

"Dad, Mom said that I can just let my wife choose what to exchange. It's not appropriate for two grown men to be so picky. This is not what men should do..."

"What are you supposed to do? You're thinking of your mother now. When you were smoking secretly, why didn't you remember that you still have a father?

Besides, can't you just stand up? It's ok for a grown man to listen to his mother, but why do you listen to your wife? What are you thinking? You've grown so big for nothing..."

After hearing this, the man's face became heavy, as if he was recalling some unpleasant past event.

With a resentful look in her eyes and a tone full of resentment, she gnashed her teeth and grumbled to the old man:

"Dad, have you forgotten that you brought my wife home when she was ten years old? Ever since she came into our family, I have been like an adopted child in my mother's eyes. If I hang around her, she will forget that she has a son...

What should I do if he doesn't listen to my wife? I complained to you about this when I was a child.

Every time she teased my mother, I ignored her. You always listened to my mother and ignored her. Later, I...

I seem to have gradually gotten used to it. It’s okay to listen to my wife. Anyway, my wife and mother are very nice to me now, and my wife has also promised to give me face outside…”

.........

The woman listened to the man's words, her cheeks flushed slightly under the light of the flashlight. She turned her head and gave the man a coquettish look, then turned her head and made a look at Zhang Xingwang, then picked up two packs of cigarettes and stuffed them into her clothes...

The old man seemed to be lying flat at this moment, staring at Zhang Xingwang in a daze, probably sorting out what he had done in the first half of his life...

At first, I didn't react when I saw Zhang Xingwang taking things out of the sack. Later, it seemed that he was taking things endlessly, and I couldn't help it, so I ran back and forth in a hurry.

He ran over and looked carefully at the things that were taken out. After finding that most of them were pots, pans, and utensils that they urgently needed, he muttered:

"It's a life of worry."

He retreated awkwardly and then lay down...

I had just laid down when I heard my daughter-in-law constantly saying things like "This copper pot is so beautiful", "I want the plates and bowls", "I want these two basins too", "Wow, there are so many brown sugars, I want them".

He came closer quietly, put on an old-timer's look, and smiled at Zhang Xingwang nonchalantly, saying:

"Little brother, these are probably not expensive at market price, right?"

After getting Zhang Xingwang's affirmative answer, he looked at his daughter-in-law who was still sticking her butt up to "purchase goods", returned to the tree with a look of heartache in his eyes, and continued to lie down dejectedly.

Seeing that the woman couldn't stop picking, Zhang Xingwang cooperated and continued to take out cloth, soap, snacks, etc., as if he was going to clean up the space.

Anyway, they rarely have this opportunity, so it would be better to let them save more. After all, according to them, they can't even get a letter of introduction.

The woman looked at the dazzling array of supplies and realized that there was basically nothing she didn't want, so she was reluctant to give up any of them.

Finally, he said directly that if he wanted to buy all of them, would the money from selling the wild boar be enough for Zhang Xingwang to calculate? Anyway, most of the things in it could not be bought in the village, and even if he went out, he would not have tickets to buy them, and even if he bought them, he would not necessarily be safe...

The old man who was lying down and eavesdropping almost jumped up, pointing at his daughter-in-law and unable to speak. Finally, he looked at the two packs of cigarettes inside and barely calmed down. He simply closed his eyes and said, "I'm tired. You guys can do whatever you want..."

Zhang Xingwang felt his scalp tingling as he looked at the pile of things on the ground. He didn't even remember the prices of many of the things, not to mention the prices of the bills involved. In the end, he simply calculated the prices roughly, thinking that as long as he didn't lose money, it would be fine.

As for the copper pot, Zhang Xingwang asked about it specifically. After all, he didn't even know the approximate price of this thing. The old man interrupted and said, "What's the price of the copper pot?"

"Little brother, everything else is easy to talk about, but we must take this pot. Last year, our village chief, that fool, took away most of the pots in the village and handed them over, saying that he was supporting..."

Zhang Xingwang was stunned when he heard this. He thought that since it was not his pot, even though it was not big, it was made of copper, so he deducted 50 yuan from the price. As for paying it back? He hadn't thought about it yet. At worst, he could just treat the Third Master to more wine. Anyway, the Third Master's cooking skills were really good...

After he finished the final calculation, he took out the bill and counted out 26 yuan and handed it to the woman.

The woman took the money naturally, fiddled with it casually, and stuffed it into her arms. She patted her chest subconsciously, and when she felt that the money was already in her pocket, she nodded seriously to Zhang Xingwang, indicating that the money and goods were settled...

Zhang Xingwang just raised his flashlight and shone it on the woman's hands, and he found that she had already counted the banknotes in the pitch-black night. He subconsciously looked in the direction of the light, and was caught off guard by a surge of chest pain again...

Rubbing his sore nose, Zhang Xingwang handed the sack to the woman, wanting to end this unprofessional transaction as soon as possible. He watched the woman call the man and the old man to come and put things into the sack.

Zhang Xingwang was about to smoke a cigarette to calm his mind, but just as he sat down he heard the old man ask:

"Little brother, do you have any more sacks? You have taken out everything, but how come we can't put any more..."

After a while, the man had slaughtered the wild boar and put the pig's blood in a basin aside. While the man was slaughtering the pig, the woman secretly gave him two packs of cigarettes.

After everything was ready, the couple smiled shyly at Zhang Xingwang. The man then stepped forward, pulled the old man who was scratching his head, and carried the sack into the mountains.

The old man was looking at the half-filled sacks of supplies in front of him, and then at the copper pot in the woman's backpack, scratching his head frantically.

When he was about to ask, the man picked up the sack, put it on his shoulder, and dragged him away.

Zhang Xingwang finally breathed a sigh of relief. As for the old man's "low voice":

"The price of the pig's blood hasn't been agreed yet, and he has to pay for our ropes. You guys don't know how to do business..."

And women don't care:

"I don't want to ask for money for the pig's blood and rope for this skinny wild boar..."

"You need to be thick-skinned to do business. Look at them. If we don't mention it, they will pretend not to know..."

"We're not going anyway..."

Zhang Xingwang felt nothing when he heard this, and just regarded it as the old man's special way of saying goodbye...