Looking at the three or two people walking over in the distance, Qin Song revealed a happy smile. His mother still had good taste. This location was simply too perfect. He didn't expect so many people to come to court. It seemed like he would have a good harvest today.
"Shopkeeper, what are you selling?"
"Sir, this lowly one is called Soup Dumplings.”After saying that, he opened a tray and saw that each soup dumpling was soft, tender, fresh, and fragrant. It was white and smooth, and there seemed to be juice flowing inside, like a chrysanthemum blooming in the steamer.
Du Ruhui twirled his beard and smiled." This thing is very good. I've never seen it before. Bring me two baskets."”
Fang Xuanling smiled." Brother Keming, look! There's something special about this store. These tables and chairs are extraordinary. Come in quickly."”
The two of them came to the shop and looked around. They couldn't help but be fixed on the spot by the price.
"Soup Dumplings, fifty wen per tray.
Five coins for a bowl of corn porridge.
Green vegetables, two wen a plate.
Herbal Tea Eggs, three coins each.
The profit is small, so we don't pay on credit."
Du Ruhui gasped and turned around."Shopkeeper, are you trying to kill someone? A tray of soup dumplings was sold at such a high price?”
As they spoke, many ministers followed them in. When they saw the price, they could not help but feel a common hatred. This was a sky-high price for steamed buns. Was it dragon meat?
"Look, there's a poem here,'Don't give credit'."
Many people read it once, and most of them laughed out loud.
"You're indeed a merchant," said a man."Every word you say is about money. Hmph, it's fine if you don't eat this." With that, he flicked his sleeves and left.
"Do you want to eat it or not?"
Qin Song didn't care if he left or not. He had absolute confidence in his craftsmanship. If he didn't eat it, then so be it. But once he did, it was like a fish biting a hook. He couldn't escape even if he wanted to.
Cheng Yaojin stood in front of Qin Song. His eyes were as big as copper bells, and his voice was buzzing."Brat, do you know who we are? How dare you look down on us?”
"This is the entrance of the Imperial Palace. I naturally know who you are, but so what? The future High Duke and all the marquises are ganging up to bully a kid like me? Although I am a merchant, I am also a good man and a citizen of the Great Tang.”
Qin Song pointed at the big drum in the distance and said,""Did you see that? The Weng Deng Drum has been around since the time of Emperor Wu of the Jin Dynasty. This is the court allowing the people to beat the drum to voice their grievances and directly appeal to His Majesty.
"You can choose not to eat, but I dare not force you. If you dare to bully me, I will beat the drum and sue you for bullying merchants. You don't have to pay for eating buns.”
In front of these people who killed without blinking, Qin Song was like a roaring chicken cub. Other than making people laugh, it did not have the slightest deterrent effect.
Many people looked at him and laughed. One of the ministers grabbed another person and went forward."Come, this is Wei Zheng, the most upright and upright person in our Great Tang. If anyone bullies you in the future, look for him. Haha."
Wei Zheng smiled and waved his hand." Too expensive, too expensive. I can't afford it." Don't embarrass yourself here."
Qin Song said," Sirs, the country has its laws, and the family has its rules. No matter how small the small shop is, it still has its rules."
The small shop is here all year round, so it is inevitable for us to have dealings with you adults in the future. We should first be villains and then gentlemen. If the buns are not delicious, we can be beaten and scolded, but the kid won't say a word.
If you think it's delicious, you can't lose a single cent.”
"He's really a person who values money over his life.”
These people seemed to want to tease him. A minister said,"Brat, you think you can deal with us?”
Qin Song smiled and said," Your Excellency, the wheel of fortune turns. Thirty years of east and thirty years of west. Two mountains can't meet, but two people will always meet. Who can guarantee that?
It is better to deceive the white-bearded man than to deceive the poor young man. There must be a day when the dragon wears the phoenix. Who believes that I will wear pants for a lifetime?”
"Haha, good, what a good 'don't bully a poor young man'. This little shopkeeper is quite interesting.”
"How could this Steamed Bun not know? Haha."
"Although he's a little thin, he has some temperament, like a man of the Great Tang.”
"Brat, you've angered me, I've flipped your stall, what can you do to me?”
Qin Song knew that this group of people were dressed like dogs and were the most despicable. Most of them had a few lives on their hands. He was a bun seller. Fighting with them was equivalent to fighting with electricity.
Harmony begets wealth. For points, for his little life, Qin Song could still endure it.
After all, if he lost it, he would have nothing.
Although he was a transmigrator, he did not dare to feel superior in front of this group of people. He might be killed.
"Little shopkeeper, why are you in a daze?" Cheng Yaojin laughed. Are you scared by me?"
"Daren scared me, but I dare to say that as long as Daren eats a tray, I guarantee that you won't smash the shop. Do you want to try?"
"Hmph, I won't fall for your trick. If they eat, I will eat.”
An old man stroked his beard and walked forward with a smile.""This old man is looking at the 'No Credits' on the wall. Although it's humorous, it does make some sense.
Only then did he hear that the little shopkeeper did not bully the poor young man. Today, this old man wants to test you. If you can answer, this old man will buy a tray of buns from you. How about it?”
"May I ask how I should address you, Old Sir?" Qin Song said with a smile.”
"This old man is Kong Yingda."
"In that case, Lord Kong, please set the question.”
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