An eight-year-old kid emptied his scumbag father's warehouse and followed his grandparents into

Ah Heng brought them to a stall selling sugar cakes: "Come on, the sugar cakes here are the best."

After walking such a long way, not only Tang Xing, who had a big appetite, but also Jing Chunxi and the other kids were starving.

Although they were concerned about Jing Chunxi, the others were also very quick. Seeing the young lady sit down, Xiaoman and Tangshuang also found a small stool and sat down next to her.

"Heng, come sit down quickly! What are you waiting for?"

Ah Heng and Xiao Man had been walking ahead, exploring the way, and Jing Chunxi hadn't paid much attention. But now, seeing Ah Heng taking a seat opposite her without hesitation after receiving instructions, Jing Chunxi noticed that he was different from the other children. Although there was a hint of cunning in his bright eyes, he exuded the fragrance of books.

He changed his clothes today and his face was clean. Although he was still very thin, he had a handsome face. His posture, whether standing or sitting, and his gestures were really different. None of the young scholars in the city who had just started school for four or five years had such a temperament as him.

In any case, in Jing Chunxi's opinion, he is definitely not just an ordinary rich family who has only studied for one or two years. He must have some background.

"Dear guests, how many plates of cakes would you like?"

The stall owner's question finally brought Jing Chunxi back to normal. But before Jing Chunxi could say anything, people started answering one after another.

"We'll have six plates." The one who spoke was Frost. Six plates for the four of them should be just right, and Frost could eat more.

"We'll have four dishes too."

"We want twelve dishes for this table."

When they heard two familiar voices from behind, they realized that July and September, as well as Chongsan and three guards, had followed in at some point. They had opened two more tables and sat next to them.

Ordering so much at once made Jing Chunxi and the other three laugh, but they just looked at each other and didn't say hello.

"Why do you want so much? A plate of four large pieces costs one ounce of silver."

The shopkeeper, a hunched old man, was stoking a fire inside. Standing there was probably his son, a man in his thirties with a dark complexion, either from the sun or the constant exposure to the fire.

It was his son who had just spoken. They saw the three or four people who came in at the end, each of them with an aura and gait that resembled soldiers guarding the gate, and they were instantly terrified. Seeing them order twelve dishes at once, their faces changed as if they had seen robbers. The middle-aged man shrank back, but still tried to stop them from ordering so much.

The more they order, the more losses they suffer. They can’t afford to lose money as a small business.

Jing Chunxi saw their timidity.

"Don't worry, boss, we are not here for free."

After Jing Chunxi finished speaking, he poked Tang Shuang on the shoulder. Tang Shuang immediately understood and reached into his pocket and slapped a twenty-liang silver ingot on the table.

The man was a little hesitant at first, but when he saw that everyone at three tables was staring at him, one table was full of children, and one table was full of two weak women, and then he looked at the four of Chongsan, they didn't seem that fierce.

He couldn't help but lean over to Jing Chunxi's table, and stretched out his hand directly to the silver ingot. He said, "If we count them together, the total is 21 taels. Miss, you have to pay an extra tael."

But his voice was still a little trembling, and he had not completely dispelled his concerns.

Sure enough, he guessed it right.

Just as he was about to touch the silver, his hand fell empty and the silver ingot was snatched away by Ah Heng.

"You little bastards, you guys really want to come here and eat for free. We, we, are not afraid. At worst, we can just close this stall in the future!"

The man's voice was obviously weaker when he spoke. At the beginning, his voice was quite loud, but at the end, it sounded like a mosquito swatting its wings, and only a buzzing sound could be heard.

"Ah Heng, what are you doing?"

No one expected Ah Heng to act like this when he saw the silver. He must be afraid of being poor, and this was his instinctive reaction when he saw the silver.

Xiao Man stood up and tried to grab the silver ingot from Ah Heng's hand, but Ah Heng loosened his grip and the ingot fell back onto the table. He said, "Don't you see what's going on today? You still have customers at your stall. Don't you see everyone is eating the free porridge with their bowls? And you dare to ask for a tael of silver per plate? Aren't you afraid your cakes will go bad?"

Ah Heng pointed outside, and they all realized that in a short while, almost all the pedestrians on the street had disappeared. Those who were still running were holding empty bowls and pots in their hands, looking like they were queuing.

Everyone turned back and looked at the man again.

The man frowned and looked at the winnowing basket on his stove, which was usually empty. Today, only two pieces of sugar cake were missing. One piece was eaten by his daughter early in the morning, and the other piece was just shared by him and his father.

The old man, still sitting inside with his back hunched, whispered to the man, "At least there are people eating, so let's give them ten taels of silver."

The man walked back reluctantly, scratching the winnowing basket with a bamboo stick, and cutting the sugar cake in a depressed mood: "But we have to buy rice for one ounce of silver per catty. If we sell it like this, we won't even get back our original investment."

The old man sighed and said, "Who made us not see those two notices earlier?"

Ah Heng was very eloquent despite being young: "You guys are still thinking about making money. Tomorrow, refined rice and flour will be 30 wen per jin. Let's see how many wen you can sell your sugar cakes for?"

After hearing this, the two men's faces turned even darker. The old man burst into tears and wept bitterly. The flames on his face were imprinted on his face, which was full of ravines. "You, you can give five taels of silver, okay? Or give three taels. We really can't afford to lose money on this small business."

No one dared to say a word, and their eyes turned to Jing Chunxi again.

Jing Chunxi couldn't help but ask, "How much did it cost to make these baskets of sugar cakes?"

The man replied in a buzzing voice, "I cook fifteen kilograms of rice every day and start grinding the rice in the middle of the night."

Ah Heng muttered quietly beside him: It’s a loss to buy rice even if you don’t grind it.

The man didn't dare to object to the three or five taels of silver his father offered, knowing that Ah Heng was right. If the price of grain dropped, the price of grain-related businesses would surely follow suit. Fortunately, his family was poor, so they bought their grain tonight and ground it in the early morning. They didn't hoard grain, otherwise they would have been bankrupt.

But these few baskets of sugar cakes were the majority of the family's wealth, so how could he not cry? The middle-aged man also had a sad face, suddenly wiped his tears, and then squatted down.

Everyone:…

"Let's do this. We'll buy according to the cost. First, serve the cakes to each table as you said just now, and wrap the rest in oil paper for us."

The man stood up suddenly, a look of disbelief on his face, said thank you, then turned around to cut the cake.

"Okay, okay, okay, you are really good people!" The old man stood up with tears in his eyes, and suddenly wanted to kneel down in front of Jing Chunxi.

When Jing Chunxi touched her shoulder, Tang Shuang quickly stood up to support the old man and even took a small stool for him to sit on.

Jing Chunxi consoled him by saying, "Once grain prices drop, your business will be better in the future."

The old man nodded after hearing this, indicating that it was right. Seeing his son in a panic, he stood up to help.

The old man wanted to die just now, and he knew that the customer was right. Although the sugar cake would not go bad if he took it back, he could only eat it at home. Thinking that he had to spend fifteen taels of silver on it, he would find it difficult to swallow!

That's not a candy, that's life!

Therefore, if someone is willing to pay fifteen taels of silver to buy his sweet cakes, he would be willing to do so even if it means asking him to kneel for a few hours.

"You'd better take the silver first, so you don't feel uneasy." Jing Chunxi pushed the silver ingot over. This time the old man took it and thanked him while speaking.

Soon a handful of change was handed over.

Tang Xing reached out and tried to grab it, but Jing Chunxi stopped him with a look.

He pushed the silver in front of Ah Heng and said, "Here you go. Take the cake back for your family to eat later."

Jing Chunxi didn't think there was anything wrong with Ah Heng's behavior. He also didn't think that the shopkeeper was at a loss for giving him five taels less silver. Instead, he was the shopkeeper who made a profit.

So I accepted the old man's gratitude as a matter of course.

However, it was Ah Heng who had bargained cleverly, so the silver and the packaged cakes were his earnings. It wasn't too much of a reward to him now.

Ah Heng was not polite either and said "Thank you!" The silver quickly went into his sleeve pocket, and the speed was so fast that Xiao Man was dumbfounded.