"etc!"

Manager Zhu hurriedly shouted: "Mr., have you not paid yet?"

The guy who bought buns looked like a 50-year-old, with a round face and squeezed out without any skin. There was only a crack left in his eyes, which was very bright and shiny, and he showed his spirit.

He smiled at Manager Zhu's contemptuousness: "Why, isn't the money for the buns there?"

Manager Zhu suppressed his anger and said with a smile: "Mr., you need thirty little ones to give you twenty-six. Do you think this is true? Even if you have twenty-five cents, you only gave three cents, and there are twenty-two cents. Please feel sorry for the little ones, and you are thinking about the small business and understand us..."

Before he could finish speaking, a thunderous shout came from the shop.

"Zhu Zhen, you give me my mother's buns to favor again! If you have money to eat buns, you can get rid of them without money, and you can't lose a single one!" The legendary shopkeeper ran over with a cage in his arms, put the cage on the pot, turned around to the customer who bought the buns. He put his waist on it, looked up and down, and sneered.

"Mr., those who sell things are not afraid of big-bellied men. We are happy if you can buy them, but if you don't pay, you should also ask me what kind of temper you have!"

As expected, the reputation was well-deserved. The shopkeepers showed their heads, which scared the diners to their mouths obediently. Tang Yi didn't care at all, ate the buns with oily mouths, and secretly picked up a small piece of charcoal.

The person who bought the buns was not scared at all, squinted his eyes and coughed twice.

"I am here to eat buns, not to be angry. Do you want to open a black shop?"

Manager Zhu shook his head quickly and said anxiously: "Mr., don't you say that. Who doesn't know that we are the most conscientious in our business, and the real thing..."

"It's real. When I first came, I clearly saw that it was ten buns for one cent, but it was three cents. I bought you 26 buns, but you still made a profit. Do you want to cheat people?"

"You fart!" The inner shopkeeper's face suddenly sank.

"Open your dog's eyes and see, such a big bun, you can cost ten pennies? Why don't I give it for nothing? I can still gain a good reputation." The shopkeeper's power was comparable to that of the mother Yasha.

"Who knows, maybe you have long hair and short knowledge. Sorry, I still have something to do, so I won't be with you."

The guy turned around and was about to leave. The shopkeeper in his inner stern was so angry that his hair stood up. He stomped his feet and cursed at the shopkeeper Zhu: "You are such a cowardly thing, why don't you stop him by my mother."

Manager Zhu had no choice but to run over, stretch out his hand and block the way. He bowed and begged: "Ke-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-

The short and fat guy didn't care at all, and pushed Manager Zhu's hand and sneered: "I care how much money you earn. The price you set is written on the sign. I can't control the price you set. I'll get out of here as soon as possible."

"Okay! I have never seen such a reasonable meal in so many years. You really opened my eyes." The shopkeeper suddenly picked up a kitchen knife and rushed over in a few steps. He was even more adept than a monkey.

"What are you doing? You want to open a black shop!" The short and fat guy became scared.

"You are right. I am the mother yaksha. Today I will chop you into meat filling!" The shopkeeper cursed fiercely.

As blood was about to occur, Tang Yi laughed: "Uncle Zhu, he said the sign was written, so let's take a look at what it was written on it!"

Yes, a sentence reminded everyone. The couple of shopkeeper Zhu and the diners looked up together. Everyone was shocked, and shopkeeper Zhu couldn't help but go out.

"Thousands, ten, ten, thousands of people! What's going on?"

"Idiot, you don't understand!" The shopkeeper in the inner shopkeeper turned his husband away, jumped three feet high, and shouted with his waist: "Haha, I only realized that buns are so valuable. As you said, take 2,600 cents and a penny less. I will go to the magistrate with you to sue!"

The short and fat man only felt like he was shooting himself in the foot. Which evil ghost did this?

He hurried over, stared at the sign carefully, and suddenly screamed.

"You all look at it. This thousand words have definitely been added twice. It looks different when the new and old!"

"What a great eye!" Tang Yi looked at him idiotically and sneered: "Then look again, is there a sum above the ten behind him also added? If you dare to cheat, you must be willing to accept the loss and get the money quickly!"

"Well said!" The shopkeeper raised the bright kitchen knife in the air and reached out to grab the fat man's clothes.

"Give money, give money!" The fierce god roared like a vicious person, and the spitting star squirted.

The two people pulled up, and a diner frowned and suddenly shouted: "Oh, this is not Wang Sancai from Changqing Village, but a famous local rich man, who is stingy."

"Wang Sancai? Is that one who used a brush to draw braised pork with thirty nights?"

As soon as these words were said, everyone wanted to see rare things, staring at the short and fat guy, saying that being stingy was nothing, and this guy was stingy. Every Chinese New Year, the landlord would add some food to the servants at home. But this guy couldn't bear it. He thought hard and came up with a trick, using a brush to draw, and then showed it to everyone, even if he had eaten it.

Only such a top-notch guy can do something to change his signature.

The more people around him were talking, the more unpleasant they were, and the fingers were pointed at the short and fat man. As the saying goes, the spitting star drowns a person. Wang Sancai's face turned red and white, and he struggled desperately, but the shopkeeper did not give in at all.

"You shrew, why don't you let go?"

"Haha, let go? I want to pull you to the official position. Anyway, I am not afraid of embarrassing people. But the rich man is willing to give up his face. Let's see who is more cruel!"

Why did he meet a tigress? Wang Sancai hated this? His creed is to lose it even if he didn't pick up anything when he went out. This time he went to Liuhebao to discuss business. When he accidentally heard someone chatting, someone would tell jokes about changing his signature and eating for free. Others would use it as a joke. Only the rich man Wang remembered it in his heart and even learned it.

Unexpectedly, I was smart but was mistaken for being smart and cheated on me!

"I, I can't admit that I'm not bad!" Wang Sancai's face turned red and his neck was thick. He put his hand into his arms, took out a few pieces of silver, picked out the smallest piece, and it seemed like he was cutting his flesh, and his face was trembling with pain.

"Take it!"

"Pooh!"

The shopkeeper took it in his hand and spat and cursed: "You are blind. Is this little money enough? My mother's buns are worth ten, so I'll give you money quickly!"

Wang Sancai was forced to have no choice but to take out a piece of silver.

"Crazy woman, two dollars are enough for three cents. If you still insist on your support, you will see the official. I am not afraid of you!"

"You have any reason? Look at me..."

Manager Zhu hurried over, grabbed his wife's arm, and whispered: "Okay, let's do business and make money, stop making trouble!"

The shopkeeper weighed the broken silver and had already been in his heart. He could not make so much money in a morning. But he still refused to give in and cursed: "Just knowing that harmony makes money is just a ill-ethical and smoking thing, I will have to pay my life!"

Although he cursed, his hand quietly let go. Wang Sancai wanted to stuff his head into his crotch, turned around and ran away. The shopkeeper in the inner shop took the silver happily, looked left and right, not to mention how happy it was.

Manager Zhu pulled her sleeve and whispered: "I can't come here and thank Mr. Tang?"

"Thank him, why?"

Manager Zhu rolled his eyes. His wife, who was usually very smart, became confused when she saw the silver.

"If Mr. Tang hadn't helped change the signboard, Wang Sancai would have succeeded."

The shopkeeper in the inner shop was shocked and hurriedly said, "I deserve thanks, I deserve thanks."

"Mr. Tang, your buns don't have any money!"

I lack these buns for you, and Manager Zhu is ashamed of this, and I have no shame to see others.

At this time, someone laughed and said, "Shopkeeper Zhu, everyone is hungry and wants to buy two buns, but we can't afford these ten thousand words!"

After he said this, many people immediately followed suit, and Manager Zhu hurriedly said: "I don't dare to ask for more money for one penny."

"How can we calculate the signature? If we buy a bun and the shopkeeper catches up with a knife, we can't stand it."

"Okay, third son, I dare to make fun of me. Believe it or not, I will chop you up now!" The shopkeeper's move in the sword caused another burst of laughter.

Tang Yi smiled and said, "Uncle Zhu, the bad sign is really a trick. How about letting my father write a new one for you?"

When Manager Zhu heard this, his face suddenly opened, "The relationship is good, but he is afraid of ruining a good word from Master Tang."

The shopkeeper ran behind her husband at some point and said in a low voice: "I'm confused, someone is helping with writing, why are you pretending to be garlic?"

"You are stupid. Mr. Tang is a scholar. He has to pay for writing to him, especially the signature couplets. You can say that it costs less than one or eight cents. Are you willing to bear it?"

"Ah? That's so expensive!"

At this time, Tang Xiucai stood up, walked over a few steps, and smiled and said, "Sister-in-law Zhu, you are polite. We father and son rent your bamboo house. Thanks to our care, we should have done our best. In the past, I didn't know anything about it. If my sister-in-law didn't dislike me, I'll write it now."

He was so good at talking. The shopkeeper inside laughed so hard that his wrinkles were opened, and he shouted loudly: "The boss, don't you go get paper and pen!"

"Hey, hey!" Manager Zhu quickly agreed, turned around and brought paper, pen, ink and inkstone. The manager cleaned the table.

Tang Xiucai picked up the pen and hesitated a little.

"Yi'er, what's your name?"

Tang Yi thought about it and suddenly smiled in a bad mood: "Dad, I think it's called Qingfeng Baozi!"

"Qingfeng!" Tang Xiucai sucked it, and found it catchy, and looked at the couple Zhu's husband again.

"Hello Qingfeng, just call it Qingfeng!" Manager Zhu grinned.

Tang Xiucai was not polite, and immediately splashed ink, and wrote the pen in a dragon and snake way. The Qingfeng Baozi Shop was written in a blink of an eye. One word was two buns. Tang Xiucai always felt that he had taken advantage of the Zhu family, so he spread the paper and wrote two banners "thin skin, beautiful filling" and "real price". Finally, he deliberately rewrites "One article, one".
Chapter completed!