Golden Fishing Village

The clouds have been lingering for more than four days. In the morning, God finally parted the clouds and saw the bright sun, and the autumn sunshine fell on the earth again.

Vegetables, meats, fruits and seafood are fresher in the morning, which is the first peak period of the day.

At the seafood market, the bosses and their families and waiters enthusiastically greet the customers, and the sounds of hawking and bargaining come and go:

"Boss, how do you sell red fish? Sixty-one pounds? Why is it so expensive?"

"Is this expensive? It sold for a hundred yuan in the past two days!"

"What's the price of clams? Ten yuan per catty? Isn't it usually ten yuan for three catties? Where are the oysters? What's the price? Forget it and buy some Haihong."

"This fish is almost flavorful but it still weighs twenty-one pounds? It's cheaper."

At a stall, the boss was collecting money from the cash box. There were thieves in the market recently, and several colleagues had their cash boxes stolen. Everyone learned their lesson, and now they quickly collect the big tickets.

He squatted behind the stall to collect money and counted the money carefully. Well, good, business was good today. The rain stopped and everyone went out to visit the market.

But why is there no guy to put down the money? Does everyone use Alipay or WeChat to pay their bills? He scratched his head and had nothing to do but count the money in his hand again.

As a result, he counted the money three times and still no new bills came. This was abnormal.

He looked up and saw that everything was normal. A group of old men, women and women were crowding at the stall to look at the seafood and ask about the price, just like usual.

But after looking at it for a while, he felt something was abnormal. Take the woman in front of him as an example:

The woman picked up a crab and looked at it: "Boss, how much does this crab cost?"

The clerk glanced at it: "Sixty-one pounds, two hundred yuan and three and a half pounds."

The woman quickly put down the crab and said, "Oh, it's too expensive. I can earn two thousand yuan a month. I can earn thirty-five kilograms of crabs with this month's salary?"

The guy laughed and said, “It’s the same price.”

The woman also laughed and started to negotiate the price: "Cheaper, do you want to sell fifty-one pounds?"

The clerk snorted: "Don't even think about it. It sold for 100 pounds two days ago."

The woman looked like she was fighting a protracted battle: "Fifty-one pounds, boss, you can make some profit from fifty-one pounds. Small profits but quick turnover, right?"

The clerk said categorically: "Fifty-one pounds is not enough, fifty-five pounds per pound, this is the lowest price."

The woman frowned and gasped: "Fifty-five is too expensive. I can't afford it. Let's say fifty-one pounds."

The clerk waved his hand impatiently: "Okay, okay, I'm really scared of you. Fifty-one pounds, how many pounds does it cost?"

The woman hesitated for a while: "Fifty-one pounds is too expensive. Can it be forty-one pounds?"

The guy was dumbfounded.

According to market rules, bargaining means buying. The two parties negotiate for the transaction price. They cannot reach one party's lowest price and then the other party makes another bid.

However, some women and old people are greedy for cheap and break the rules from time to time. This is barely normal, but the old man next to them is very abnormal:

The old man pointed at the mackerel: "How do you sell this fish?"

Guy: "The big one is one hundred and one, the medium one is ninety, and the small one is eighty."

The old man pointed at the small yellow croaker: "How can I sell this fish?"

Guy: "Ninety-one pounds."

The old man pointed at the big yellow croaker again: "How do you sell this fish?"

Guy: "Eighty-one pounds."

The old man pointed at the golden pomfret again: "How can I sell this fish?"

Guy: "Do you want to buy it or not?"

The landlady coughed: "Pay attention to your attitude!"

The waiter was helpless: "Want the big one or the small one? One hundred and two for the big one and one hundred for the small one."

The old man asked around, then returned to where he was and pointed at the mackerel: "How do you sell this fish?"

The boss's face suddenly darkened, and the landlady said dissatisfiedly: "What's going on with the old man? Does he have Alzheimer's disease? You asked me again."

The old man ignored it and continued to ask questions tirelessly.

The boss said sullenly: "Humph, this is not Alzheimer's disease, this is looking for trouble."

More than 20 old men, women and women gathered in front of his stall. People outside could not squeeze in, so they had to bypass him and go to other stalls to buy fish.

But these people just asked and negotiated the price, and no one paid to buy it.

The boss grabbed the fish-killing knife and stood up, asking fiercely: "Damn it, are you looking for trouble on me? You don't even want to ask..."

"Ahem, do you want to, ahem, beat us?" asked a dry old lady.

The woman next to her smiled and said, "My mother-in-law has old lung disease. She is told that it costs 200,000 yuan to go to the hospital for treatment. It just so happens that my family doesn't have the money. If you want to beat someone, then beat her, send her to the hospital, and give her the medical expenses." Solve it."

The boss's face looked as ugly as if someone had thrown a piece of shit at him.

A man who looked like a black iron tower walked over with his eyes drooped. He stood beside the stall and said nothing, just holding his arms with a sullen face.

The boss looked up at the man, and his heart suddenly sank.

The other party came prepared, he was calculated!

There were old men and women in front of the stalls, and they were all trembling. He knew that touching one of them was equivalent to recognizing a parent. If he touched them all, he would stop opening a stall and open a nursing home.

The guys also knew this, so when the boss winked at them, they all thought they were blind, lowering their heads and not looking at anything.

You don’t want to have multiple parents, do we? The guys cursed inwardly.

If they were really allowed to do it, they wouldn't dare to do it. Not only would they have to pay money, but they might also have to pay for their lives. The big man with the black iron tower next to him was two meters tall and weighed two hundred kilograms. His fists were like casseroles. If he hit someone, he would at least be disabled. No Dare not to provoke.

The proprietress got anxious and pointed at them and scolded them: "You old bitches with small arms, why are you holding up corpses here in my house? You are all old and immortal. If you want to die, you go to the crematorium..."

As soon as she opened her mouth, it was like the referee fired the starting gun. Several women in the crowd immediately spoke:

"What are you talking about, you shameless person? How dare you talk here? Don't think we don't know what you've done. How many men are you now? You've been married four times, and four men have died." Is it the fifth one?”

"Where is the crematorium? I will take you to it. You can go by yourself. Why don't you go with a man like you? You are a shameless bastard just like your mother. You are shameless on the left and shameless on the right. If your parents hadn't given it to you at that time, Can you be born again after giving birth to eight crippled brothers?”

"If you can't find a crematorium, I'll draw a coffin for you on the ground. You and your man can lie in it together..."

"Shut up, you bitch, you have to fart and raise your head. Farting in the sky can replenish the ozone layer and contribute to our country's environmental protection..."

"What are you looking at? I am your mother, why do you look at me like this? Look at how bear-like you are, no wonder you don't have children yet!"

Ao Muyang took out his mobile phone to record from behind. This is really a classic. These old ladies in the village usually don't show off their appearance. This is a real person who doesn't show off.