Yo, grandpa is here

Chapter 27 The Curse Doesn't Work
Hearing Chen Qingqing say that the other party was drunk and driving, Yu Buli was refreshed and said pretendingly:

"I really admire these bold people. I can't compare to them who dare to drive while drinking and socializing. I don't drink at all, and I can't even be brave enough to show off in front of beauties."

"Why do you admire him? Any age that does not obey the law will not end well—"

As soon as Chen Qingqing finished speaking, she saw two horses galloping past behind her, on a rampage.

Yu Buli hurriedly tugged at the reins, the donkey cart slowed down a bit, and the man on the horse running behind turned his head and cursed:
"Things that don't have eyes delay Master Zhao's way, be careful with your skin!"

These horses rampaged extremely domineeringly, the nearby vendors were trampled, and the horses didn't stop, they stopped in front of the wine shop.

"Old man, which official is this?" Chen Qingqing asked by the way, helping the trampled vendors clean up.

The old man wiped the corners of his eyes, picked up the broken leaves and said, "Soldier Mr. Zhao's long follower, hey."

"Buli, can these dishes be pickled?" Chen Qingqing asked.

Yu Buli nodded.

Ermao came back in disgrace.

"Ermao, come here."

Chen Qingqing called Er Mao aside.

"Grandma Zu, I didn't find the rice ball." Er Mao was extremely frustrated.

"No hurry, did you see that old man's vegetable stall?" Chen Qingqing pointed, and Ermao nodded.

Chen Qingqing took out a handful of copper coins from the money bag and handed them to Ermao.

"Grandma, we also grow cabbages."

"Well, I know, but there are not many vegetables in the clan. Your grandfather and I can't pick food from the mouths of orphans and widows. You can ask the price of vegetables and buy the right ones."

"But all his dishes were trampled?"

"Your clan grandfather can handle the trampled vegetables. It's up to you to decide how much to buy those vegetables, or not to buy them at all."

"Me? How can I!"

"Do it." Chen Qingqing ordered.

Er Mao went over hesitantly, the hand holding the copper plate was sweating nervously.

Although he had accompanied his elders to the city, he had never done such a thing alone. He wanted to ask his grandfather for help, but Yu Buli walked towards Chen Qingqing. .

Ermao, who was entrusted with a heavy responsibility, was sweating nervously.

"Old man, how do you sell this dish?"

The crying old man looked up, saw Ermao, and was about to make an offer when Li Laowu came over.

Li Laowu looked towards the end of the street with mischievous eyebrows. Chen Qingqing and Chen Qingqing were some distance away from the stall, so they couldn't hear their words.

"I don't even want this rotten food for nothing, and I give him a penny."

"One penny?!" The old man was surprised, and looked at Li Lao Wu tremblingly.

Ermao also felt a little less.

There are also people in the village who go to the market. Such a large amount of vegetables can be sold for at least eight cents.

"Are there any broken ones? If you remove some of the broken ones, you can still eat them." Er Mao spoke for the old man.

"Are you stupid?" Li Laowu leaned closer to his ear and lowered his voice, "Your patriarch is not stingy. If you don't tell me the rest of the money, how much does he know? Keep the price down, and the rest will be Yours, you just need to give me a penny."

Ermao frowned, and was about to refute, but Li Laowu snatched a few copper coins from his palm, counted roughly with his eyes, there were 22 coins.

"Look at that old man, he's half dead, maybe he's got tuberculosis, and he's short-lived. If you give him a penny, he'll sell you. Give me a penny for tea, and I'll make twenty. That's the price? Don't be dissatisfied."

Holding the copper plate, Er Mao looked at the old man who was wiping away his tears, and at the grandpa and grandma in the distance, lost in thought.

Chen Qingqing was fiddling with the vegetables on the vegetable stall calmly. Her back was facing the vegetable stall of Ermao and the old vegetable seller, which was also some distance away.

The stall owner greeted her warmly at the beginning, but seeing that she only asked the price but had no intention of buying, her tone became impatient.

"My little brother, our dishes are all good. If you are greedy for cheap, go buy Xie Abo's. His food is trampled to pieces. It's cheap. He's a dying person—hey, look how careless I am. Did you say it?"

"Oh? How do you know that old man is dying?" Chen Qingqing asked.

"Who among us doesn't know? His only son served as a soldier and hasn't come back yet. He's a widowed old man. He has no money to see a doctor when he's sick. I'm not the kind to say bad things about others just to sell my own food. You two It doesn't matter whether you buy my food or not, I'm just afraid that you will suffer from Aunt Xie's bad luck."

"What's wrong with Uncle Xie? Is it the same as me?"

Chen Qingqing stood up and suddenly covered her mouth and coughed.

"How can he be like you—wait a minute, what's wrong with you?!" Caitou Zhang, who was sparing no effort to discredit his colleagues just a second ago, changed his face drastically.

"Pulmonary tuberculosis—cough cough!" Chen Qingqing didn't cover her mouth this time, and just coughed.

Caitou Zhang was scared to death.

tuberculosis!

infect! ! !

He didn't care about selling vegetables anymore, he threw the vegetables into the basket indiscriminately, and ran home without looking back. He had to go back and drink a glass of Tusu wine to get rid of bad luck, lest he run slowly and the tuberculosis brother would get sick gas.

Seeing Chen Qingqing scaring people, Yu Buli frowned in dissatisfaction.

"You see he's upset and just ask me to find a place where no one is around and beat him up. Why pretend to be sick and curse yourself?"

Chen Qingqing waved her hand indifferently.

"The curse doesn't work, it doesn't hurt to fart, if the curse worked, war would have been extinct from human history long ago, how could so many people die? Don't leave, don't you think it's a prodigal act for me to grab a handful of money and give it to Ermao?"

"Didn't you ask me why you paid Li Laowu so much for the car? No matter what, it can't compare to your 3800 bottle of red wine?"

The two of them looked at each other sharply, irresistibly.

None of the money in Party A's father's pocket was spent in vain.

By the same token, not everyone can take advantage of profiteers.

Chen Qingqing glanced in Ermao's direction, Li Laowu was trying his best to lobby Ermao, Chen Qingqing looked very interesting from this angle.

Li Lao Wu's face was facing away from the sun, so he couldn't see his expression, it was completely dark, Er Mao stood in the sun, the tangle on his face was clearly visible.

"There are only five and a half children in Yujiagou now. In the future, all affairs will be supported by them. We have to find out who has a temper. Li Laowu added a little bright spot to my special 'interview' .”

She said it calmly, and Yu Buli seemed very interested in it.

"Whether these children's character is good or bad, can you tell the whole story? Do you not consider character in employing people?" He asked very schemingly in the last sentence.

"There are no mediocre people, only leaders who can't use people. White gloves have white gloves, and black gloves have black gloves. When the team grows bigger, someone will always do the dirty work."

Chen Qingqing's words made Yu Buli's lips twitch, but her next sentence made him lose face and feel sad.

"Teamwork is not about choosing a spouse. Only looking for a partner depends on character—hey, what's wrong with you?"

Why is his expression so strange?Chen Qingqing was puzzled.

(End of this chapter)