Rebirth of an Old Farmer: Escape from Famine with Children and Grandchildren

After the chef explained this, the shopkeeper immediately nodded and said, "Take it! I want this too!"

Sun Wan was overjoyed and immediately sold all the garlic sprouts to the shopkeeper for twenty cents.

After coming out of Zuixianlou, Sun Wan hummed a little tune all the way.

With money in pocket, people feel more confident, and Sun Wan feels that the whole world has become a lot wider.

As we walked, we arrived at the door of our teahouse.

The sound of narration continued inside, and cheers could be heard from time to time. Sun Wan didn't care much about it in the past.

But today, inspired by Zuixianlou, Sun Wan's eyes lit up.

She walked into the teahouse, took out fifty coins, and sat in the cheapest seat.

As soon as I sat down, I heard the storyteller on the stage shouting, "I saw General Su, holding a spear, fly up and knock the leader of the White Turban Army off his horse!"

"That damned white-haired old man, not startled after falling off his horse, flung out a hidden weapon from his sleeve and charged straight at General Su's face!"

Inside the teahouse, the audience took a deep breath, their nerves tensed, and their eyes focused on the storyteller.

"Don't underestimate General Su. How could he be so naive? He had long anticipated the White Scarf Army's cunning tactics and had taken precautions!"

"Those hidden weapons whizzed by, not only failing to injure General Su, but even lightly knocking him off his arm armor, miraculously deflecting back. And guess what happened next? Truly a stroke of luck, they landed right on Old Man Huang's... Oh, well, let's not talk about that!"

"Ha ha!"

This scene caused the whole audience to burst into laughter.

It was Sun Wan's first time stepping into the world of listening to stories. She was involuntarily immersed in the storyteller's ups and downs in tone and vivid expressions.

At this moment, a voice rang out: "General Su Xu, you are truly a divine soldier sent from heaven!"

When Sun Wan heard the word "Su Xu", her expression suddenly changed.

She was flustered for a moment and turned her head to ask the person sitting next to her: "Is this General Su Xu from Jizhou?"

The man was listening intently, and when he was interrupted, his brows furrowed slightly, a hint of dissatisfaction. But when he saw that the questioner was a woman, he lowered his voice and said in a rough voice, "From Jizhou? Of course not."

"Most of these stories were made up by storytellers, or pulled out from ancient books. Su Xu is just a random name."

Sun Wan felt a mixture of emotions when she heard this, not knowing whether to be happy or sad. She could only force a smile: "So that's how it is."

To express her gratitude and for the purpose of today's trip, Sun Wan came to her senses, called the waiter, generously took out fifty cents and bought a snack.

This action of hers, dressed in rags, attracted surprised looks from the onlookers, and the man who had spoken to her earlier even widened his eyes.

She smiled at him: "Thank you for clearing up my confusion."

The snacks were served quickly, all of which were pre-prepared dried fruits and pastries.

Sun Wan gave half to the person sitting next to her: "Please accept this as a token of my appreciation."

The other party was already in financial difficulty and only came here occasionally to listen to free books, but never spent his own money to buy snacks. So when he saw such a good opportunity, he naturally accepted it with a smile.

Sun Wan quietly mixed a few pine nuts into the soup, and when the other party had almost finished eating, she asked casually, "Big brother, how does it taste?"

"Of course it's excellent!" The other party praised while eating. The dried fruits in the teahouse were not bad, not to mention that someone was treating them.

Sun Wan pointed at the pine nuts and asked, "What do you think of this thing?"

He looked down and nodded repeatedly: "This thing is very fragrant, I like it the most, the fragrance lingers in my mouth for a long time."

"It looks quite strange, and I don't even know its name."

Sun Wan said pleasantly, "These are pine nuts. They're sold outside by the bridge."

Upon hearing this, he suddenly understood.

After getting the expected reaction, Sun Wan had tasted enough of the dried fruits in the teahouse, but she always felt that they were not as delicious as pine nuts.

Full of confidence, she no longer lingered on the fictional story, stood up and walked straight to the shopkeeper behind the counter.

The shopkeeper was counting the accounts with his head down when suddenly a shadow blocked out the light. He looked up and saw a woman standing in front of him.

There were very few women in the teahouse, so the owner asked in surprise, "What can I do for you, young lady?"

Sun Wan showed the pine nuts in her palm and asked softly, "Boss, would you like to add some new snacks?"

The boss took one look and realized it was just a salesperson, so he quickly waved his hand and said, "No, no, no!"

I thought it was some important matter, but it turned out to be a minor incident of door-to-door hawking. The boss wanted to lower his head and return to the world of account books, but Sun Wan persisted: "Boss, try one, just as a test, and don't charge me, okay?"

Seeing Sun Wan's determination to achieve her goal, the boss had no choice but to compromise and picked up a pill and put it into his mouth.

As soon as the pine nuts entered his mouth, the boss's expression changed slightly.

"Ok?"

After picking up a few more and tasting them carefully, he suddenly asked, "Did you fry these?"

Sun Wan caught the boss's subtle reaction and nodded in delight, "Yes, I made it myself!"

"Pine nuts freshly picked from the mountains, simply fried with salt, everyone who has tasted them says they are delicious!"

"Not only here, but also the stalls by the bridge are selling like hotcakes."

The boss didn't pay much attention to the words, but was intrigued by the taste of the pine nuts. They were crispy, fragrant, and didn't need to be shelled, making them perfect for satisfying a craving while listening to a book.

"What price do you want to sell it for?" the boss asked with interest.

Sun Wan gestured: "Eighty copper coins per pound!"

The boss laughed out loud when he heard this: "You are so brave to make such a price."

Although he found it amusing, he wasn't annoyed. Years of business experience had taught him that bargaining was the norm. He paused for a moment and said, "Sixty copper coins."

Sun Wan refused to budge: "Seventy-five, no less!"

After two incense sticks of time, the deal was finally settled at seventy copper coins.

As a condition, all of Sun Wan's pine nuts must be sold to the boss in the future.

Sun Wan naturally agreed immediately. Outdoor stall business was bleak, and being able to get rid of the inventory all at once was something she was more than happy to do.

Although she was satisfied in her heart, Sun Wan still pretended to be helpless on the surface, shook her head and sighed: "Boss, you are really a shrewd businessman."

"At this price, we won't make much profit!"

The boss knew Sun Wan's little thoughts, but he was too lazy to point them out. After all, for him, this was already a good deal.

"Okay, okay," the boss said with a smile, "Big sister, if you can fry it better in the future, I will raise the price for you."

"Other dried fruits are spiced, but you only use salt. This will overshadow the flavor of the pine nuts."

Sun Wan's heart moved, and she remembered the bowl of pine nuts fried by Lin Xiangxiang. The taste made her swallow her saliva.

Unfortunately, given the child's current condition, this deal is currently hopeless.

At least another problem was solved, and Sun Wan left the teahouse satisfied.

Not long after she left, the storyteller finished his tale for the day and was about to take a break to drink some water when an audience member jokingly asked, "Old Zhang, where did you get this story today?"

"It's much more interesting than what you said before."

"That's right, General Su is simply a living god!"

When Uncle Zhang heard this, his beard almost stood up: "What nonsense! When have I ever copied anyone else's work?"