At the beginning of the famine, I became famous all over the world with my useless system

Gu Ermiao had long been dissatisfied with the fat but narrow-minded Shopkeeper Qian, and the anger in his heart was almost uncontrollable. But seeing that his mother was calm and confident, he was comforted a little. He reached out to open the oil paper and spread the sour jujube cake in front of Shopkeeper Qian.

"Manager Qian, please don't be so hasty to refuse. It's not too late to give it a try first! Anping Town is so big, and there are more than just yours. If you give away such a good thing to others for nothing, you will be the one who suffers, right?"

Shopkeeper Qian was still upset about being led around by Gu Ermiao just now. He thought to himself, "If I continue to do that, you're treating me like a dog." He opened the door casually with disdain.

"Humph, Wang Po selling melons, take care and leave."

Seeing that Shopkeeper Qian was so arrogant and persistent, Lin Qing couldn't help but feel indignant. She stopped Gu Ermiao, who wanted to continue arguing, and said, "If Shopkeeper Qian regrets it and calls me back, the price will be double what it is now."

After saying that, she took her two children and walked out the door without looking back.

Shopkeeper Qian didn't take Lin Qing's arrogant words seriously at all and rolled his eyes silently.

The world is really going to be in chaos. Anyone dares to bully him and act tyrannically.

Just as he was about to throw away the ugly pile of things, he heard Jiang Yi say loudly, "Butler Liu, what brings you here? Just in time! Please come in! My master is waiting for you!"

When Shopkeeper Qian heard that the visitor was actually Butler Liu, he was delighted and thought to himself that his coming meant that his affairs would turn around.

This is truly a blessing in disguise!

You have to know that Butler Liu works in the Tang Mansion. He is from the capital, a wealthy man who is so rich that you can't find him even with a lantern. Just a little bit of information that comes out of the Tang Mansion can make him a harvest of ten days!

He can accomplish things with just a few words that you can't do even if you run yourself to pieces!

Shopkeeper Qian forced a smile and was about to stand up to greet the guests, but as soon as he left the chair, Butler Liu walked in with a brisk stride.

Butler Liu was wearing a dark blue shirt today. At first glance, it looked like coarse cloth, but the dark patterns inside surged with his steps, revealing his wealth and nobility. As soon as he entered the room, he covered his nose, coughed twice, and said:

"Wow, you're still burning goose pear incense in this little attic. Didn't I tell you that this thing doesn't suit your preserves shop? Why haven't you changed it yet?"

Shopkeeper Qian was a little embarrassed, and he clasped his hands and said, "Yes, yes, you are right. I haven't had time to change it yet."

But what I was thinking was, this goose pear fragrance is so expensive, how can I throw it away and buy a new one without finishing it?

He is not as wealthy as the Tang family, who have eaten and seen everything, and even the butler is dressed so well.

He was complaining in his heart when he looked up and saw the sad face of Butler Liu. He knew that he could not help this powerful man. In order to avoid bad luck, he just smiled, poured water and made tea, and greeted him.

But after Butler Liu came in and said just that one sentence, he kept silent. Not only was he not as talkative as usual, but he also sighed frequently and kept glancing at Shopkeeper Qian.

He thought that Shopkeeper Qian would certainly ask questions in a sensible way, but he didn't expect the other party to play dumb to the end, and finally he couldn't hold back.

"Old Qian, we have a good relationship, why don't you ask me what's bothering me?"

The words were thrown in his face, and Manager Qian had no choice but to take over the conversation.

"Haha, Steward Liu, you are rich and powerful, what do you have to worry about? Even if there is, good fortune will come to those who are lucky, and misfortune will turn into good fortune. A nobody like me, with little power and influence, how can I help you?"

Suddenly feeling a chill around him, Shopkeeper Qian quickly changed the subject: "But if I can help in any way, just tell me, I'll definitely do my best!"

Butler Liu placed the teacup on the table, sighed again, and said quietly:

"Oh, it's because my old lady has been in a very strange mood recently, has a poor appetite, and can't sleep well.

"I've tried every chef from far and wide, and every doctor in the city has come to my doorstep, but the old lady still hasn't gotten better."

Upon hearing this, Shopkeeper Qian also frowned.

Why are you telling me such secrets of the mansion? If any rumors get out, will you let me go?

Neither the doctor nor the chef can solve the problem, so how can you expect me, a candied fruit maker, to come up with a solution?

Butler Liu seemed lost in thought and continued, "Alas, the master issued an ultimatum today, saying that if the old lady doesn't get better, he will take us to the police for disrespecting the master and have us beaten to death.

"I was desperate, and I thought of the old lady's favorite preserves from your house. I'll weigh some back and maybe she'll be kind enough to try some. After she finishes eating, maybe her mood will improve and she'll recover, right?"

Shopkeeper Qian's heart was almost in his throat, and he was shaking like a sieve.

Doesn't what Butler Liu said mean pushing him into the fire pit?

It would be fine if the old lady gave him some face and ate some, but what if he didn’t get better?

If Mr. Tang really gets angry, even a close steward like Butler Liu will be sent to the county government office and beaten to death. Wouldn't this little shopkeeper who has nothing to do with him be killed?

Wouldn’t the hard work of three generations be destroyed in his hands?

Shopkeeper Qian was racking his brains over how to politely refuse Butler Liu when he suddenly heard him raise his voice and hum.

"Hey, your new preserves taste pretty good, even better than the ones in your shop. How come I haven't seen them before? I didn't expect you to be so secretive!

"It's just the right amount of sweet and sour, and soft. I'd like to try some. Go weigh some and I'll take it back for the old lady!"

Shopkeeper Qian was just turning around to add some water when he heard this, and he was quite confused.

How come he didn't remember putting candied fruit in your living room?

Could it be that that little bastard Jiang Yi stole some food again? He's an apprentice, and he hasn't even finished the candied fruit yet, yet he's still so clueless! I'll have to teach him a lesson later!

When he saw clearly what Butler Liu was eating, he felt as if he had been hit hard in the chest.

Isn't what he holds in his hand what the peasant woman left behind?

Steward Liu smacked his lips and accused, "Old Qian, you're really confused. How could such delicious food be wrapped in such ugly oil paper? It's such a waste!"

Shopkeeper Qian was really like a dumb person eating bitter herbs, unable to express his pain.

He finally understood what his father meant when he repeatedly warned him before his death: "Don't think too highly of yourself and drive away the God of Wealth with your own hands."

He did more than just send away the God of Wealth today.

He was scolded away!

If his father knew how foolish he was, he would probably be so angry that he would lift the lid of the coffin!

Butler Liu even pushed the tea aside and just ate the sour jujube cake with relish. Seeing that Shopkeeper Qian was still standing there in a daze, he felt quite displeased.

"Hey, Lao Qian, what's wrong with you? Are you afraid that I won't pay? Don't worry, I won't let you suffer any loss. I'll pay for this small bag too. Why don't you go and get a new one!"

Shopkeeper Qian felt as if he had fallen into an icy cave, unable to even open his mouth. He thought to himself, "Where can I get you to make something out of this?"

But he knew that he couldn't tell Butler Liu the truth that the sour jujube cakes were not from his own shop, otherwise he would be in big trouble.

In a state of desperation, he came up with a plan.