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Chapter 36 You are such a kind person

It turned out that it was knocked off.

As I said, the pot has no ears, which makes it a bit inconvenient to use and it is difficult to lift the pot out of the pot cavity.

But it's not completely unusable, there is nothing wrong with the pot itself.

Although Yu Qiutang was smiling when the uncle was talking, he couldn't help swallowing his saliva, and there was helplessness in his eyes.

This person might be a pot maker who specializes in making pots and selling them. Somehow the pots turned into this state, so they definitely cannot be sold.

I don’t know where he can go with this blame on his shoulders.

At this time, the uncle sighed, turned around with the pot on his back, and slowly walked forward. Yu Qiutang watched him walk a few meters away, suddenly thought of an idea, and hurriedly ran out to grab him.

"Uncle, are you selling this pot?"

"Yes, but the ears are broken and no one wants it," the uncle touched the ears of the pot with heartache. This kind of handmade pot requires a lot of tempering to take shape, and then it is waited to be sold for money after it is finished to exchange for living capital. It is really an unexpected disaster for it to become like this.

Difficult!

"How about this? The pot's ears are broken, so I can't sell it for the original price. I'll give you some money, some Guanyin tofu, and two pickled yellow rats in exchange for your pot. How about that?"

The uncle stared at Yu Qiutang blankly, probably thinking about what he said. After thinking for a while, he asked nervously, "You said you wanted this broken pot?"

When Yu Qiutang talked about the pot, he consciously avoided the word "broken pot" in the hope of not irritating the uncle.

He was soft-hearted and felt very sad when he saw such poor people.

Thinking that the uncle had no pots to sell now and might have a hard time for a while, and that my family just happened to be short of pots, I simply accepted the uncle's pot.

It doesn't matter if he doesn't have ears, he doesn't have to mention them often anyway. He had originally planned to sell the civet cat and the magic tofu to buy a new pot, and this happened to happen, so it can be considered a good thing.

"Yes, that's right. I want this broken pot of yours, a portion of Guanyin tofu, and two yellow rats. Can you calculate how much I have to give you as compensation?"

The uncle obviously didn't expect there would be a sudden turn of events. Upon hearing this, he hurriedly took the pot off his back and put it on the ground.

"Look carefully, this pot has no ears, and there's a gap on this side. Do you really want it?"

The uncle was a really honest man. When he met a kind-hearted person like Yu Qiutang, he was afraid that Yu Qiutang would suffer a loss, so he explained the actual situation of the pot to him first.

If those with bad intentions meet such a person, they will definitely try to cover it up and would be eager to sell the pot.

The uncle's look made Yu Qiutang feel that he was doing the right thing. Doing small good things within one's ability is also a way to accumulate virtue.

In this era, many poor people have a very difficult life. Yu Qiutang himself has experienced hardships, and now he is suffering again. He can deeply understand that even a small matter like a broken pot may be the last straw that breaks the camel's back.

Nowadays, there are a lot of people who commit suicide, not just women, but many men as well.

The burden of life is already overwhelming, and it is impossible to bear a heavier load. If you are suddenly hit by another setback, it would be easy to collapse completely.

He patted the uncle's arm gently and said gently: "Well, I want your pot, you name the price."

The uncle was sure that Yu Qiutang was real and didn't want to make fun of him. Instead, he immediately became cautious. With trembling hands, he thought about it and said nervously, "Can you give me another 4 yuan?"

Yu Qiutang smiled with relief.

The uncle did not disappoint him, he is really an honest man.

In this era, a new 4-foot- pot costs about yuan. If you meet someone who needs it, you can sell it for at least or yuan. The uncle asked for yuan, which must have been a consideration.

"Okay, uncle, that's it. Put the pot down and I'll pack the food for you. Xiaowei, help grandpa pack two yellow rats."

"Good."

Yu Qiutang skillfully helped the uncle wrap a large piece of magical tofu. When he was about to tie it up, he opened it again and added another piece for him.

Xiaowei, who happened to be there, had also wrapped up the yellow rat. He counted out four yuan from the money he earned from selling the magic tofu and handed it to the uncle.

"Uncle, please keep the money first before you take your things. There are many thieves on the street, don't let them take away your things."

The uncle took the money tremblingly, looked at the money, looked at Yu Qiutang, and looked at the money again. He seemed unable to believe that someone actually wanted that broken pot and that he actually made money from it.

"Baby..."

"Uncle, put it away quickly, be careful of people watching you."

Yu Qiutang helped the uncle put the money close to his body, and then picked up the two oil-wrapped papers on the basket and put them in the uncle's hands.

"Uncle, take it and eat it. Be careful on the road."

The uncle's eyes were wet, and he was holding things in both hands. He wiped away his tears with the back of his hands, which were as rough as tree bark, and said tremblingly: "Kid, you are a kind person."

"It's okay, it's okay, uncle, go back quickly, and be careful when selling pots next time, and don't hit them."

"Hey!"

The uncle also realized that if he continued to stay, it might affect Yu Qiutang's business, so he forced a kind smile, and walked away with tears streaming down his face, wiping his tears as he walked.

Yu Qiutang stood in front of the basket and watched him walk away. He then sighed and returned to the back of the basket. He saw Yu Xiaoyun also wiping tears, "Uncle, that grandfather is really too anxious."

Yu Qiutang touched her head and knew what the child was thinking. When he saw others looking anxious, he would think of himself, because they were all anxious people.

"Hey boy, can I trade this for a piece of what is it called... divine tofu?"

As soon as the uncle left, an older sister came over and asked.

When Yu Qiutang saw the elder sister holding up a gourd-scooped ladle, he smiled and said, "Okay, you can only exchange it for a smaller piece."

"Then it's the small one. I also want to give the baby a taste~" The eldest sister swiftly pulled off the rope on the ladle. It was probably a person selling ladles, and there happened to be only one left.

"Okay, wait a minute."

Yu Qiutang helped the eldest sister to wrap it up. The eldest sister saw it and hurriedly shouted, "I want the small one, you gave me the wrong one!"

Yu Qiutang laughed, "It's okay, it's okay, I've already wrapped it up, take it back and let the child try it, if he likes it, come to me to buy it next time, okay."

The elder sister smiled shyly and said, "Okay, I will definitely come to buy from you next time. Young man, you are such a kind person. I was standing here just now and watching you. You have such a kind heart."

"This is nothing, I made it all myself. Here, take it, big sister." Yu Qiutang packed it up quickly, handed it to the big sister, and put the ladle he got in exchange into the basket.

Barter transactions were very common in this era, and it was mainly a historical legacy. At that time, people could not go out to do business and could only exchange things from others.

Now that the policy has been relaxed, most commodities, except for a few items, can be bought and sold freely, but the original customs are still retained in village markets.

(End of this chapter)