"Don't grab it, don't grab it, everyone is queuing..."

"Everyone has it, five cents a barrel, everyone has a share~~~~"

I saw three large wooden boxes placed on two large wooden chariots at the entrance of the village. There were a strong man standing on the front and rear of each wooden chariot, some holding water scoops and some holding money boxes to collect money. The wooden chariots were surrounded by men, women, young and old, all with wooden barrels, crowded to the front.

"My two barrels are one cent."

A young man shouted and filled two buckets of water, immediately left the crowd with a bucket of water, and then followed the crowd forward, some of whom had one bucket and two buckets. In short, it was like a big market, and it was very lively.

The old man in the bun shop just now hadn't squeezed in yet. He held his hands and bit his five cents in his mouth and tried his best to carry it. Finally, after the people around him walked away, he successfully moved to the wooden cart and smiled excitedly: "Erhaizi, this is my money, one...one barrel."

The man called Erhaizi had a fat face, a fat figure, and drooping eyelids. When he heard the old man talking, he glanced at him slightly and waved his hand, "No more, I'll buy it tomorrow, I won't sell it today."

The old man hurriedly stepped forward to look at the log box, but Erhaizi pushed it away and suddenly became anxious: "There are still many inside, how can you not sell it? Erhaizi, get a bucket for uncle. The house is still open, so the water cannot be cut off."

Erhaizi put his hands in his pockets and laughed: "Uncle, they are all from the same village. How can we not know the difficulties of your family, but there are not many left in it. There are still a few people working here without water. You can't take some home, right? Why are you here now? Wouldn't you be assigned to me if you come early?"

The old man wiped his sweat and sighed, "I said Erhaizi, you saw it, I can't beat them with just my body. Actually, I came first, or you can make a bucket for me... If you can't make half a bucket, it's okay. The bun shop is too big and it won't be opened. Our family must have a meal, right?"

"Go away, uncle, we are still waiting to go home and take a shower, hahaha."

A young man holding the money box next to him smiled jokingly, and everyone burst into laughter.

Seeing this, I could no longer stand up. I put the unfinished buns in my hand into my pocket, strode forward, and said to Erhaizi: "Since it is from the same village, why can't you help me when there are difficulties? You are willing to take a bath or sell it to the elderly. Is it a ruthless thing for the elder brothers to do this?"

After I said this, Erhaizi looked up and looked at me, raised the corner of his mouth and smiled, "Where did this come from? You're still a hero? Boy, this is not an old society where people are helping each other when they see injustice. Now the people in the reform and opening up are in charge of their own country. I do what I want to do, and don't do what I don't want to do. Do you have any control?"

Another man also glanced at me and said in a low voice: "If this kid doesn't want to be in our area, can it be that the superiors came to understand the disaster?"

My heart tightened. It turned out that this guy thought I was a small cadre sent by the superiors. When Erhaizi heard this, his eyes opened and then glared at the man: "Fuck, what kind of cadre have you seen who is only seventeen or eighteen years old? Seeing him wearing old clothes and shoes, he is at most a poor boy who fled from another place."

The old man quietly pulled my sleeve and whispered: "Young man, don't cause trouble. These people... are the thorns in our village..."

Speaking of the key points, the old man's voice was almost inaudible, but I still heard it clearly. It turned out that these water sellers were not good things, but what if they were bad, I was alone and afraid that they would not succeed.

If you get angry, Dao Ye will still cut them like a ghost,

The atmosphere in the venue solidified for a while. Erhaizi looked at me, then at the old man, and spoke lightly: "Uncle, you can buy it, but there is really not much left. If you really want to buy it, you have to increase the price."

"You." I frowned, and just wanted to angrily scold the bastard who took advantage of the situation, but the old man grabbed him. The old man asked in a trembling voice: "Erhaizi, add, add, add... how much does it have to add."

Erhaizi stretched out a finger without saying a word: "You have to double it, a dime per barrel, otherwise we will really not sell it."

"This..." The old man looked down anxiously at the five cents of change in his hand, and immediately said with a bitter face: "Erhaizi, it's not easy for us couple to do some small business. We still have a family. Look... can we give a honest price?"

"If you want to buy it, buy it. If you add one dollar per barrel, we won't sell it anymore. Let's go~~~"

The young man holding the money box pulled the sharp sissy and shouted, and the other men began to carry the car and wanted to turn their heads.

Erhaizi laughed and said, "Uncle, you really won't buy it, haha, then go home quickly, hahaha, let's go~~~"

The old man just carried the wooden barrel and watched Erhaizi and others turn into the village until they disappear at the end of the street. The old man sighed deeply: "You bastard..."

I glanced at the remaining change and six cents in my hand. In fact, the old man could still buy a bucket of mine, but I had my intention and stepped forward to comfort me and said, "Grandpa, since they can get water for sale, it means there is still a drinking water source outside, and they can get it. Why can't we just fetch water and drink it?"

When the old man heard this, he waved his hand: "Don't mess with that little business. The villagers here all know where they got the water. It's just Niutouling, which is more than ten miles away. The mountain spring water there is drinkable. But as soon as the Sanyang Village incident happened, Erhaizi and others rushed to Niutouling to occupy the territory. They said that whatever they grabbed first would be theirs. The water source in the entire Niutouling belongs to them. If the villagers want to drink and use it, they have to pass by them. Now, they gradually started to make a profit by selling water. The villagers had no choice but to buy their water, otherwise they wouldn't be thirsty. After a while, they really regarded selling water as a serious business. Moreover, there were two people in Niutouling who were guarding all day long. Who dared to fetch water? At least they would have to be beaten half-dead by them. Alas..."

After listening to the old man's story, I felt a little numb in my scalp. What's this?
Chapter completed!