23. The Scumbags of the 1990s (3)

Looking at this big fat fish, Old Chen was stunned for a second, then reacted and quickly refused. You know, a fish is worth a lot of money, not to mention that this fish looks big, how can he have the nerve to ask for it!

"Uncle, didn't you say that I would make fish soup for me if I caught the fish and sent it to me?" Wei Mingyan had guessed that he would refuse, and with an innocent look, he stuffed the fish into Old Chen's hand, "I can't cook this fish myself, even if it's given to me, I can't make it. My aunt is a good cook. I still remember that when I was a child, she brought me a bowl of fish soup, which was delicious."

Speaking of this, Old Chen felt sour in his heart. At that time, the family was poor and couldn't bear to put salt. How could the fish soup be delicious? It was because his father didn't let him eat it. He was hungry for two days. Seeing such a young child digging the soil to eat, Old Chen couldn't bear it, so he asked his wife to bring the fish soup.

Hearing that the child drank voraciously, he even said to his wife who was a little reluctant, "This child has grown up under our care. If we can help him, we should help him. Maybe he will remember the favor and help us in the future."

Aunt Chen was still unhappy. The fish was so precious. It was not enough for their family to eat, and they gave it to an outsider. "You said it lightly. I want to see if this child will help us!"

That being said, she was also a person with a hard mouth and a soft heart. She would take care of him from time to time.

Although Hunzi was a bad person, he was still okay with these neighbors who raised him since he was a child. He was okay in the sense that he never stole their eggs and would say hello when he met them.

Others, that was all.

But Wei Mingyan became him and wanted to marry Yi Zhilan, so Hunzi's original image was no longer good.

His small stool was already made. Wei Mingyan took the stool, stuffed the one dollar that Old Chen insisted on returning back, and staggered home with the stool.

A few neighbors who were enjoying the cool air saw it and began to murmur in their hearts.

The village is quite big, but everyone likes to gossip. The news that the scoundrel caught a sack of fish spread quickly.

When this guy went to other people's houses to eat and drink, he always said that he would pay it back when he got rich, but they didn't take it seriously. He was a scoundrel. When he got rich, they would be half buried in the ground.

But today, this story seems to be true.

After discussing it, several people decided to go to Old Chen's house to ask. Old Chen's son worked in the city, and only one grandson was left to go to school in the town. The money sent back by his son was enough for the family to live on, so he lived a good life. Although he was lame, he liked to walk around. He was also one of the old men who lived a good life in the village.

When the neighbor knocked on the door, Aunt Chen was happily stewing fish soup. Old Chen held his pipe in his mouth and puffed on it. He said proudly while smoking: "What did I tell you at the beginning? I said that this child is grateful."

"He was so poor that he couldn't eat before, but this child used to stay at home or go to the town. Why did he think of fishing?"

"He has grown up. He is 21 years old. He should have a child at this age."

"That's right."

As the two were talking, there was a knock on the door. Old Chen smiled, "It must be Lao Zhang and the others who came to see me. These people can hear the movement of ants moving."

"I'll go and talk to them and tell them not to always treat that child as a monster. For so many years, he has been called a gangster, but I haven't seen him really bully the villagers."

I don't know how Old Chen is trying to excuse himself from his neighbors. Wei Mingyan carried a sack and a small stool and staggered to the town.

The town is definitely more prosperous than the village. There is a special place to sell things. Wei Mingyan put down the bench, sat there, and took out the fish from the sack and started to fiddle with it.

Fish are still rare now. He got so many fish that passers-by quickly stopped to watch.

Seeing that Wei Mingyan had sorted them according to size, an old lady asked tentatively, "Young man, how much is this fish per catty?"

Wei Mingyan clapped his hands, "I don't sell by catty, I sell by piece."

"The big ones are seven or eight catties, five yuan, a total of three pieces, three or four catties on this side are two yuan, and the small ones over there are one yuan each, and the smallest ones are fifty cents."

The onlookers looked at each other, all a little confused.

The price of fish in the market is generally one or two yuan per catty. They must be profitable to buy like this, but people now believe that there is no pie in the sky. For a while, the small bench was full of people, but no one dared to go forward to buy.

So many people were watching and whispering. The ruffian man sitting on the small bench was not in a hurry. He slowly began to scrape the scales of a big fish with a knife. Seeing that the scales were about to be scraped off, someone couldn't help asking.

"Young man, why are you scraping the scales?"

Wei Mingyan's men kept answering, "After scraping the scales, this fish will be sold for 4.9 yuan. If no one buys it, I will take it home and eat it myself."

The eyes of the few people who were hesitant just now suddenly lit up. One cent less is still money!

Someone immediately stood up and said, "Can I buy half?"

People nowadays are not very wealthy, especially in their small town. They only buy fish and meat during festivals. If the fish was not too cheap today, they would rather be greedy than buy it.

Wei Mingyan nodded neatly, took a knife and cut the belly of the fish, cutting it in half, "Here, half, I'll give you a change, 2.40 yuan."

You can actually save another five cents!

The man looked at the big fat fish, counted the money from the small cloth bag happily, handed it to Wei Mingyan, and walked away happily with the fish.

The people present all bought vegetables frequently, and they knew the approximate weight of the things in their hands. This time they definitely made a profit.

The first person set a precedent, and others also came forward to buy fish. When the last big fish was left, Wei Mingyan closed the stall and stopped selling.

His pockets were bulging with money, and there were few one-yuan ones. Most of them were fifty cents and ten cents, and some were cents.

After counting, it should be about thirty yuan. This amount of money may not seem much, but in this small town now, a strong laborer can only earn thirty yuan after working for a month, and this is the amount of money that a scoundrel can save in his lifetime.

He was carrying the last fish in the sack and was about to go home when he looked up and saw Brother Long and his men coming from the opposite side.

Wei Mingyan smiled at them.

Brother Long turned around and left with his men without hesitation.

His only advantage is that he knows the current situation. He also knows very well that he relies on fighting to show off his power in this small town. Now that he has been beaten down, it would be stupid if he doesn't give up quickly.

Seeing that he slipped away, Wei Mingyan went back with the fish and knocked on the door of Old Chen's house again.

"Uncle Chen, where is my Aunt Chen? I want her to help me."

Twenty minutes later

Aunt Yi opened her eyes wide in surprise, "What? A bastard wants to marry my Lanlan?"

No! How can this be possible!

Her Lanlan is a college student!

How can she marry a bastard!