The arrogant little husband is desperately flirting with the hunter

The young man lives not far from the entrance of the village. When you open the door of the main room, you can see many cloth bags and two large jars, which reveal a little bit of the aroma of wine.

Chu Xiao doesn’t like the smell of alcohol, but this time it didn’t seem that bad, it tasted sweet.

"I don't have many mountain products here, just some mushrooms and black fungus, which I picked when I had time in the mountains. You can take a look at their quality first." The young man opened the bag for them to see.

Chu Xiao grabbed a handful and found that although these mushrooms and fungus were not as good as those he had picked, they were not much worse, so he asked, "How much are they?"

"In previous years, mushrooms were six cents, wood ear mushrooms were twelve cents, and they collected fruit wine in jars. This jar weighs about 100 kilograms, which is one tael and two cents." said the man.

Chu Xiao thought the price was acceptable, but he didn't know whether the fruit wine was good or not, so he asked the man to serve him a bowl to try.

Although the fruit wine is sweeter, it is still a bit irritating to the throat. Chu Xiao still can't get used to it, but Yan Zhenshen drinks it sip after sip, obviously liking it very much.

Chu Xiao pursed his lips and smiled. If his brother Shen liked it, then he would buy them all and save them for him to drink slowly later.

Knowing that he wanted them all, the young man looked at them in surprise. After all, the two men said they were going to visit relatives, and it would be fine to buy some mountain products as gifts, but what was the point of buying so much?

The young man looked at them and said hesitantly: "This fruit wine is made from fruit after all. If it is not stored properly, it will not last long."

Chu Xiao nodded. None of this mattered. "There are other people who have mountain products to sell. As long as they are not worse than yours, I will buy them all."

Mushrooms were sold for six cents each, and could be sold for at least eight cents in the county town. The price in the provincial capital might be even higher. After all, Wang Wu boasted to them that things in the provincial capital were very expensive.

"Okay, wait a moment, I'll ask the villagers to bring the things over."

The young man was about to leave, but then he remembered something and stopped: "Do you want more fruit wine? Uncle Wang in our village makes really good fruit wine. I learned it from him."

Chu Xiao thought about it and realized that he didn't know if he would have the chance to go out again in the future, so he nodded and said, "I can get five or six more cylinders. If there are more, the ox cart won't fit."

When the young man heard this, he ran out happily, not even considering whether the two strangers left alone here would secretly move all the things away.

However, Chu Xiao's idea was unnecessary. After a while, he saw a white-haired woman carrying two cloth bags over.

The old woman grinned when she saw them. "You are the ones that Wen said are here to collect mountain products, right? I have some black fungus and wolfberry here, and quite a few mushrooms as well. My grandson will bring them over later. You can take a look. They are all the best."

Then more than a dozen people came, some carrying three or four bags, and some carrying only one. Chu Xiao checked them one by one, and they all seemed fine.

However, the fungus in the last bag he opened was already a little moldy. He shook his head and said, "This one won't do. Take it back."

An old lady with drooping eyes frowned and said, "Why not? I always go with them to pick them. Young man, don't pretend to know. If you want to pick them today, pick them all. Otherwise, don't pick any for your family."

The villagers were a little unhappy when they heard her say that. In previous years, people who collected mountain products would come early before it snowed, but this year they were late, which meant they would not come at all.

Although they could carry the goods to the county town to sell, it would take a long time to sell them individually, not to mention that the county town is too far away.

After waiting so long for someone who was willing to buy the product and not to bargain for it, this old woman actually went against my will.

So Chu Xiao didn't need to say anything, the villagers started to scold him: "Old woman, you think your son is a hunter and you want to be the master of the village. You didn't dry the fungus thoroughly to make it moldy. If they don't want it, you can take it back and eat it yourself, don't block us from selling mountain products."

The old woman was not convinced and said with her hands on her hips, "Let's see who dares to sell it to him today. If you do, I will let my son go and have a good argument with you."

It sounds nice in theory, but in reality they are just looking for trouble. In mild cases, they will just throw tables, chairs and benches, and in serious cases, they will really hit people.

The point is that the old woman's son listens to his mother very much. He really hits people wherever his mother points, even women.

Seeing that no one was talking, the old woman pointed at Chu Xiao and said arrogantly: "If you don't accept my fungus today, then you can't leave the village in one piece. My son is at home."

Chu Xiao raised his eyebrows. It turned out that being a hunter could be so awesome. He had become a bully in the village. In comparison, his brother Shen was much inferior. Although the villagers were afraid of him, they were not to this extent.

The old woman was still yelling. Yan Zhenshen took out the hot water bottle and handed it to Chu Xiao. He looked at the man with cold eyes and said, "Let him come over."

The old woman was speechless for a moment. Where did this man come from? She took a few sneaky glances at him and was afraid that her son could not compare to him in terms of height or physique.

If this really starts, I'm afraid...

The old woman put her hands on her hips, pretending to be calm despite not having enough confidence: "If you don't want to take it, then don't take it. You are not the only one doing business."

Yan Zhenshen continued coldly: "If you ask your son to come over, I will take him in."

Old woman: "...I, I won't sell it yet."

After saying that, he ran away in shame.

Chu Xiao chuckled.

Yan Zhenshen looked down at him: "Husband, what are you laughing at?"

"I feel like you really want to fight." Chu Xiao told the truth.

Yan Zhenshen curled his lips slightly, and said a little embarrassedly: "It's not a fight, just a competition to see what other hunters are capable of."

Chu Xiao understood. This was another example of a man’s damn desire to win.

I had planned to leave after collecting the things, but I had to weigh everything and pay for it, and also move the fruit wine, and by the time I finished everything, it was already dark.

It was obviously not realistic to continue traveling at this time, so the young man invited them to stay overnight: "I am the only one in my house, and there are many rooms at home, so you don't have to be polite."

It was indeed not easy to travel at night, so Yan Zhenshen nodded and agreed. Since people in this village were afraid of even a hunter, there shouldn't be any vicious people.

At worst, just stay awake at night and don't sleep too deeply.

He gave the young man ten cents as lodging fee. The young man refused to take it at first, but then he thought: "Well, I'll take the money. I'll go to the village to buy some eggs and exchange them for some bacon. You can have dinner here and don't eat the dry food you brought with you."

Yan Zhenshen did not refuse, and took out another ten cents and handed it over: "Thank you."

The young man accepted them all, lit the fire in the stove first, and then went out to exchange things.

Since there were no outsiders here at this time, Yan Zhenshen asked Chu Xiao: "Why do you suddenly want to collect so many mountain products?"

Chu Xiao: "..."

He could say it was just a momentary impulse, and he didn't know he would collect so much at once. But since he had collected the money, he might as well sell it slowly.