Master Gao let Zhang Dazhu carry his dustpan and came to the stall under the shade of the big tree without saying a word.

"Pillar, where's Saburo?"

When the old man and the old lady were about to take a break and drink saliva, Zhang Dazhu heard the old lady ask.

The old man who was sitting in the shade of the tree resting, although he looked indifferent, but his expression of listening with his ears pricked up was too obvious, and it did not escape Zhang Dazhu's eyes.

"Auntie, the third brother sent steamed buns to the gentleman who wrote on his behalf, and he should be back soon." Zhang Dazhu hurriedly said, replying to the old lady's words, and deliberately said it to the old man.

The old lady nodded, turned her head to look at the old man, only to see her wife's gloomy face, sighed, and said no more, and placed the dustpan neatly under the shade of the tree to sell.

At this moment, the people who had eaten the steamed buns were actually blunt and reluctant to leave, and everyone had an aftertaste on their faces.

Finally, a fat man with a meaty face walked out of the crowd, with a slanderous face, and stepped forward to Zhang Dazhu, who was making a face: "This merchant, is there any dim sum called steamed buns?" ”

"Yes, I'll make good noodles for a while, and when the noodles are ready, I'll make the second pot of steamed buns." Zhang Dazhu looked at the face and did not look up at the fat man.

"Really?"

The fat man's face was happy, and he didn't believe that there was a second time for this kind of free steamed bun.

Zhang Dazhu raised his head, saw the fat man's familiar horizontal face, remembered that the fat man in brocade had received steamed buns once before, and suddenly said: "Naturally, it's true, but you have already received steamed buns once, and you can't get them again." ”

According to Gao Sheng's requirements, one person can only eat one steamed bun, but now, not only the fat man is unwilling to leave, but even the common people who received the steamed bun just now are unwilling to leave.

Many people are still like fat people, swallowing saliva, looking at him and noodles with blank eyes, only one of such delicious steamed buns is eaten, and no one is addicted.

For the lethality of steamed buns, Zhang Dazhu has a personal knife experience.

"This merchant, if you make steamed buns again, one of the three articles, you will buy them all." The fat man's face was full of pride, and he roared.

The crowd began to stir, and they were all in a commotion, just now Gao Sheng, Zhang Dazhu's shouting, the steamed buns that were sold at the original price were given away for free, this fat man increased by one penny compared with the original price, arrogant!

The people who knew this fat man sighed in their hearts, within ten miles and eight townships, they could sell steamed buns so arrogantly, except for the courtyard of King Zheng's Mansion and a few squires and clan elders, they belonged to this fat man with a full face.

This fat man is the butcher of Shanghe Village, not only has hundreds of acres of fertile land in Shanghe Village, but also slaughters livestock in Chang'an City to make a living.

Although Shanghe Village and Xiahe Village are next to each other, Zhang Dazhu has only heard of Butcher Zhang's name, but he does not know Butcher Zhang.

But he remembered Gao Sheng's explanation and strictly implemented it.

"Not for sale."

Zhang Dazhu refused categorically, but he regretted it in his heart.

A steamed bun costs three yuan, and a steamer steamed bun has dozens of yuan, which is more than 100 yuan, and two bags of millet noodles have been bought.

The old man Gao who was setting up a stall and selling dustpans with the old lady next to him couldn't sit still when he heard it.

A loser, he doesn't sell a steamed bun for three cents, and he deserves to be poor for the rest of his life.

Old man Gao knew Butcher Zhang, but Butcher Zhang wanted his granddaughter to be a child daughter-in-law, and the old man had not yet smoothed out this evil breath in his heart, so he naturally didn't bother to deal with Butcher Zhang.

"As long as you sell it, a certain one will be four yuan, and it's all inclusive!"

Seeing Zhang Dazhu's refusal, Butcher Zhang gritted his teeth, hesitated for a moment, and then increased the price again.

Whether it was the ordinary people who were watching, or Zhang Dazhu who was meeting each other, and the old man and the old lady who pretended to sell the dustpan as if nothing happened, they were all taken aback by Butcher Zhang's bid.

The Hu cakes sold in the west and east markets of Chang'an City are only a penny, and the steamed buns of the nun sisters, poor and remote villages, are sold for four cents a piece.

Zhang Dazhu was stunned and didn't speak, his mind was full of Kaiyuan Tongbao wandering.

After he made steamed buns once, he knew how many steamed buns he could make in this bag of millet noodles, and made all the remaining millet noodles into steamed buns, which could be sold for hundreds of dollars according to the bid of four Wen!

Hundreds of dollars are astronomical for ordinary people, the general existence of the rich man.

"No, not for sale."

Although Zhang Dazhu's voice was a little stammering and trembling, he still rejected Butcher Zhang's bid.

Gao Sheng's words are holy decrees for him, and before Gao Sheng's approval, even if the mountains of gold and silver are placed in front of him, it will be in vain.

"Not for sale?"

Butcher Zhang looked at Zhang Dazhu with wide eyes.

The surrounding onlookers looked at Zhang Dazhu blankly, as if they were looking at a fool.

At this moment, more and more people came to hear the news, and for a while, there were crowds of people, all of whom were watching the strangeness.

"Coward, it's sold, it's a mallet if it's not sold!"

Just when everyone was amazed that Zhang Dazhu rejected Butcher Zhang's bid, an old and energetic voice sounded.

I saw the old man Gao walking to the stall with a gloomy face.

"Uncle ......"

Zhang Dazhu looked at Old Man Gao, a little timid, and his face was a little panicked.

Butcher Zhang was also a little stunned, his attention was all on the steamed buns before, he didn't see that Old Man Gao was also present, thinking of the family affairs matched by the eldest daughter-in-law of the Gao family, Liu, he hurriedly hugged his fists and smiled at Old Man Gao: "In-laws, the little nephew is reasonable." ”

"I'm not your in-laws, Zhang Guanren, don't admit your mistake."

Old man Gao's face was dark, just now Butcher Zhang gave out three dollars for a steamed bun, he thought of it and agreed immediately, but when he saw that it was Butcher Zhang's bid, he was depressed or not.

Promised Gao Yue to be a child daughter-in-law to Butcher Zhang's stupid son, he was very conflicted in his heart, and yesterday's Gao Sheng's troubles made him firm in his confidence, and his granddaughter who was righteous and righteous could not be so cheap.

If he agrees to this marriage, he, a Weng, will be scolded and gossiped by people in the future.

After Gao Sheng left that night, he discussed with his two sons and daughter-in-law to return the bride price to Butcher Zhang, but he didn't expect that the two sons and daughters-in-law who divided the bride price into two actually said that the bride price money was spent.

The old man was so angry that he rushed to Shanghe Village the next day to make some money by selling a few newly made dustpans, hoping to fill in the butcher's bride price all his life, so as not to lose the festival and leave the notoriety of selling his granddaughter as a child bride.

When I arrived in Shanghe Village, I met Butcher Zhang, Old Man Gao had no money to divorce Butcher Zhang, and his old face was tender, how could he not hide?

But now Zhang Dazhu and Gao Sheng's livelihood, a pot of steamed buns can be sold for one or two hundred Wen, this money is not profitable, let alone when, when you bump into Zhang Butcher, you will bump into it.

"Hey, in-laws, you can't say that."

"Your eldest daughter-in-law, Liu, came to a certain house to be a matchmaker, and said that twenty stones of grain were in the way, so that a certain person folded the bride price of the same money, and you can't ignore the money when you take it."

"In-laws, this is Shanghe Village, if you dare to play tricks with someone, you also have to look at the ground, right?"

Ten miles and eight towns, Butcher Zhang felt that he was the character who walked sideways, and in the nearby villages, only when he was playing tricks, there was no part of others pretending to be forced.

Unexpectedly, now an old man in Xiahe Village has made it clear that he is playing tricks with him, isn't this self-inflicted......