"Boss, I want all the local chicken and straw mushrooms you have left, can you get a discount?"

It turned out to be the chicken seller with a cigarette in the morning, and he also came to join in the fun, and he wanted to finish all the remaining chickens.

Kuang Dejun looked back at the remaining goods, there were more than a dozen local chickens, and there were two baskets of straw mushrooms.

The chicken seller with a cigarette said to the onlookers who were about to buy chickens: "No, I have bought all the local chickens, and everyone is scattered!"

Kuang Dejun asked coldly: "Fifty yuan a catty, if you don't reduce the price, you want it all?"

The man gritted his teeth and said, "I want them all." ”

Kuang Dejun said: "It's okay to ask me for a local chicken, but you forgot one thing, as you said in the morning, I sold a local chicken, and you will eat all the chicken feathers." All you need to do now is eat a chicken feather, and I'll sell you the chicken. ”

He turned his head to Wu Jia and said, "Boss Wu, please hand me the chicken feathers of my chicken, someone wants to eat chicken feathers." ”

Wu Jia felt a little weak, it turned out that I was not the only one who wanted to eat chicken feathers.

The chicken dealer blushed and scolded: "You are really sick, you take a joke seriously." I'll buy it for you all at once, pay you, and you'll be able to go home, why do you want to do this again. ”

Kuang Dejun said to him: "The husband is a word, the horse is difficult to chase, and the truth of daring to do is not understood." If you don't buy it, you just get out of the way and don't block other customers from buying local chicken. He was unceremoniously driven out.

"It's arrogant, you kid wait. "The chicken dealer obviously couldn't imagine that a wild boy from the countryside would dare to embarrass him on his turf. After saying this, he angrily walked towards the back alley of the market.

Kuang De was a little worried, and said to Kuang Dejun: "Junzi, it's almost sold anyway, let's go." ”

Kuang Dejun said to him: "Don't worry, we don't do anything illegal, and no one dares to do anything to us." ”

Several young men dressed in black and wearing black mirrors entered the market through the back alley door, and the chicken seller who was smoking a cigarette pointed to Kuang Dejun, who was selling chickens, and said: "Just that kid, the brothers beat him, and in the evening, my brother and I invite everyone to dinner at the Phoenix Restaurant." ”

The corner of Kuang Dejun's eyes signaled that Kuang Defu was optimistic about the goods, and the business was done, and he was single to greet him.

"You are a wild boy from the countryside, you dare to act majestic in front of the ninth brother in the old market in the city, hurry up, apologize to the ninth brother, and let you go. A young man in his early twenties, but his forehead was empty, bald said.

"What's wrong with the countryside, which law stipulates that the countryside can't go into the city to sell and buy, besides, there are no countrymen who raise chickens, pigs and vegetables, you drink the northwest wind every day and eat a fart. Kuang Dejun's tone was also quite polite.

"This kid owes a beating, brothers, go on, beat him!" the bald man took a step forward, and his fist beckoned to Kuang Dejun.

Kuang Dejun grabbed the opponent's fist with a little force, and with a little force, the bald head was so painful that he tore his teeth and cracked his mouth: "Ah, ah...... , it hurts, it hurts......"

The other kicked down with one foot, and Kuang Dejun easily moved the bald head in one direction, and with a "bang", the other party kicked the bald head downward.

"Ah, Huaizi, you, why did you kick me?" the bald man was kicked again, and his fist was clenched in the palm of his hand by Kuang Dejun, and he couldn't move. I also fist the old market in the town, but now a country boy makes himself ugly.

Kuang Dejun kicked Huaizi over, and two other youths attacked him from behind and were slapped by him. "Bang" The two of them fainted for a long time on the spot, their eyes were full of stars, and they couldn't touch the north and south for a while.

"Ah, ah, let go, the palm of your hand is going to be pinched by you, let go, let go...... Please!" until the end, a plea was sent to the Kuang German army.

"You say, should I call the police?" asked the bald man.

"Brother, brother, it's not worth calling the police. We didn't do anything to you, and besides, it was us who suffered, not you. "The bald man is still pleading.

", don't let me see you again. Kuang Dejun let go of the bald head, and several people got up and ran away.

"Okay, little brother, you have a bad breath for these vendors in the chicken and duck market, good job. Wu Jia whispered to him: "That chicken dealer Lao Jiu is a tyrant in the chicken and duck market, and often relies on relatives to be market managers, and he buys and sells here. ”

Kuang Dejun looked up to look for the figure of Lao Jiu, but saw that he had already slipped away without a trace. Kuang Defu is not worried about the victory or loss of Kuang Dejun's army at all, the rotten boys who came back from Gangdong can't help him, and a few loaches in the vegetable market are not weak enough for him to pinch and burst.

More than 50 local chickens and more than 200 catties of straw mushrooms are almost sold out, but there are still a steady stream of customers coming to buy. Some of them came to their neighbors after hearing them: "Where is the local chicken seller?" Some acquaintances brought them directly to their stalls: "Boss, I'll bring a hot person to buy local chicken with you." ”

Regardless of whether it is raw or cooked, customers will always hand over a bowl of local chicken stewed straw mushroom soup before buying: "Try it, think it's good and buy it again." ”

Wu Jia leaned over again and said, "Boss Kuang, give me a call." Your local chicken is so delicious, there must be many people who will come back after tasting it. I'll introduce you to business then. ”

Kuang Dejun saw that he was enthusiastic, so he added him WeChat. Wu Jia nickname: A hair. When he saw it, he smiled: "Brother Wu, you pluck your hair every day, but the WeChat account is called a hair, interesting!"

"It's really because of a lot of plucking that I got this micro trumpet!"

"Is your chicken soup really so delicious, young man?" spoke a kind old lady, neatly dressed, with an elegant temperament and a gentle voice.

There were two middle-aged people, a man and a woman, standing next to her, and the woman put her arm around the old lady and said, "Mom, just taste the local chicken soup he stewed on the spot." ”

Kuang Defu took a small bowl of chicken soup from the pot and handed it to them. There's basically not much left in the pot.

The old lady took a sip elegantly, and hurriedly said to the middle-aged man and woman beside her: "Wan'er, Yuanping, drink it quickly, it tastes really good, I have never tasted such fresh local chicken." ”

The middle-aged man and woman lowered their heads and took a sip, and were immediately intoxicated by a strange aroma, and the taste was particularly fresh. Middle-aged men and women have eaten puffer fish, which is delicious, white as milk, plump and delicious, melts in the mouth, and is wonderful. Nowadays, this local chicken can be said to be another extreme of deliciousness, and after chewing a few bites, it is even more delicious and unforgettable.

"Young man, can you sell me all these leftover chickens and straw mushrooms?" The middle-aged man took out a business card from his pocket and handed it to Kuang Dejun.

It turned out to be Huang Yuanping, the general manager of Huimin Supermarket, the woman was his wife Xie Tianwan, and the old lady was his wife. The three of them walked through the market and were attracted by the fragrance of local chicken.

"The Huimin supermarket I opened is now dedicated to selling local agricultural products, the higher the quality, the more popular, if it can be supplied stably for a long time, it will be better. Huang Yuanping said what he thought.