The man who came out to speak was a young man of fourteen or fifteen years old, and although he was a little thinly dressed, his tone of voice was extremely respectful.

"This uncle, our small shop has recently cut off supply due to the snow disaster, so there is not much food in the shop."

As the young man spoke, he secretly observed Xie Wen'an's reaction with some uneasiness. Although Xie Wen'an's clothes are not bright satin, they can be seen at a glance that they are fine muslin.

To be able to wear such clothes is rich for them. Especially the temperament of this uncle, at first glance, he is a reader. In the eyes of ordinary people, scholars are equated with officials.

Xie Wen'an also saw that the young man was cramped and uneasy, so he smiled faintly, signaling him not to be nervous, and then asked unhurriedly: "Is there really no food in your shop?" ”

"There's really nothing left, just a few beans, don't believe it." The young man was afraid that Xie Wen'an would not believe his words, so he hurriedly turned to the side and lifted the curtain full of holes on the door for Xie Wen'an to see.

The young man is telling the truth, the people living around here are ordinary people, and many families buy food, and it is good to be able to buy ten catties and eight catties at a time. What's more, there is no overnight food at home.

And their family, if they can spread rice to this boundary, they will not be wealthy merchants, they can only maintain food and clothing. However, it has snowed a few times recently, and the food in the shop is almost sold.

Because of the heavy snow blocking the road, those suppliers can't come at all. In this way, the price of grain in the city has risen vigorously, and their family is almost unable to open the pot, let alone the people living nearby.

Xie Wen'an understood this and came here.

The young man was a little surprised when he saw that Xie Wenan did not leave. Xindao: I've made it clear to this uncle, why hasn't he left yet?

Xie Wen'an looked at the young man's puzzled eyes, thought for a moment, and said, "Is your shopkeeper here?" I'm going to get down to business with him. ”

"Shopkeeper...? Oh, my dad is here, please come into the house and get warm, I'll call me daddy. After the young man finished speaking, he let Xie Wenan into the house first, and then ran to the back door, and said to an eight- or nine-year-old half-year-old boy who was shoveling snow in the yard: "Little Er, go to the house and ask Dad to come over, someone is looking for Daddy." ”

The half-sized boy let out an "um", threw away the shovel in his hand and ran into the house.

After a while, a thin middle-aged man came out of the room, his black pants had been washed and white, and the big jacket he wore outside was not thick. As soon as he came out of the house, he shivered when he was blown by the cold wind.

The half-grown boy who followed behind supported his body and thoughtfully advised, "Dad, slow down." ”

"Hey!" The middle-aged man answered, slowly moved his steps, and walked towards the front of the shop.

In the shop, the young man was talking to Xie Wenan. Seeing that Xie Wen'an's words were gentle and there was no condescending arrogance, he gradually gave up his restraint and became active. and took the initiative to tell Xie Wenan that their family name is Tian and he is the boss.

"Young man, what kind of food is good to sell in your shop?"

When the young man heard Xie Wen'an ask him what kind of rice and grain was easy to sell, he scratched his head and replied with some embarrassment: "In our neighborhood, there are all small people who do hard labor and hard work, so the best ones to sell are mixed noodles and bud rice noodles." ”

Seeing that Xie Wenan didn't speak, the young man continued: "At this time, the weather is cold, and there are fewer employees in the ice and snow, and there are more people who eat idle meals at home. Speaking of this, the young man smiled bitterly: "Many people are not rich, and what they eat on weekdays is to grab a handful of bud rice noodles, add more water, and cook them into a pot of batter. ”

"Oh." Listening to the young man's words, Xie Wen'an's heart was also sour, thinking that at this time last year, his family was living this kind of life.

At this moment, listening to the young man talk about the living conditions of most people in the neighborhood, Xie Wenan felt that his decision was right.

As the two were talking, they saw the back door open, and the middle-aged man in black walked in with the support of his second son.

When the young man saw that his father was coming, he hurriedly ran over and helped his father to sit down on the wall of fire with his younger brother.

The middle-aged man waited for himself to sit down, gasped for breath twice, and then asked, "This master, what are you looking for a villain?" ”

From the moment he entered the door, Xie Wenan had already seen that this person's body was not very good, and he had to pant when he spoke, so he decided to make a long story short. "This brother, I have a batch of coarse grains in my hand, which are all sold to you at the price at the beginning of the month, do you want them?"

"What? What is the price at the beginning of the month? Before Daddy could speak, the young man spoke first. Because my father is not in good health, almost all the rice shops at home are taken care of by young men.

At this moment, he was really surprised and delighted when he heard Xie Wenan say that he had a batch of grain in his hand and sold it to them at the price at the beginning of the month.

"Great, uncle, do you know the current price of grain?" The young man's eyes were about to pop out.

"I know a rough idea."

"Know... Probably? "The young man can help his father take care of the rice shop, he is a clever man, his brain is spinning fast, and he immediately heard Xie Wen'an's deep meaning.

"How? Do you want it? ”

"Yes." The young man just glanced at his father and made up his mind. When the middle-aged man saw that his eldest son agreed, he didn't speak.

Xie Wen'an saw that the young man agreed, so he smiled and continued: "I will send the food tomorrow, I don't know what you all want?" How many pounds? ”

"Let's make bud rice noodles, sorghum rice noodles. Shall we first ask for 500 catties for the time being? When he said the last sentence, the young man was cautious, he was afraid that the old man would dislike their family's lack of income, and he would not want to buy them.

"Okay, five hundred catties of bud rice noodles, I'll send it to you tomorrow morning." After Xie Wenan finished speaking, he turned around and walked out.

"Uncle, don't I need to give you a deposit?"

"No, don't come out, it's cold outside." Xie Wenan saw that the young man was wearing thin clothes, so he refused his send-off.

……

When Xie Wenan walked out, the young man withdrew his gaze.

"Dad, why do you think this person wants to sell our grain cheaply?" When he got back into the house, the young man felt that his mind could not turn, so he asked his father.

"Perhaps, this is the good guy!" The middle-aged man pondered for a long time before answering such a sentence.

"But~?" The young man is still a little uneasy.

"Whether it's true or not, we'll know tomorrow, and besides, our family has nothing to deceive."

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