Chief don't slap in the face

"Uncle Xia, please forgive me!"

Xia Lingyue accompanied her with a smiling face, and even cut a small piece of ham and sent it over.

"It's a good thing, I can't afford this!"

Although he refused, Xia Shu gave way a few times, but still accepted it. He was secretly happy that he could give the children a tooth-beating ceremony tonight.

Xia Ye's bacon is very famous in the neighborhood.

"I'm going to sell the brown sugar while it's still early!"

Xia Ye didn't even enter the house, it was only half a month, the time was too tight, he still had a lot of things to prepare.

"How are you going to sell it?"

If you want to sell brown sugar for a good money, you can only find those noble people, but poor people like Xia Ye can't enter their mansions.

"Don't worry about it!"

Xia Ye thought about it a long time ago: "Give me ten knives!"

"Then be careful!"

Xia Lingyue told her that since she couldn't sense vitality, she was an ordinary person, so she didn't need to participate in the trial.

"That's all? I remember her family had half a pork leg!"

Uncle Xia's wife was dissatisfied with the smell of meat.

"You can be content!"

Uncle Xia complained angrily, although the ham is only a small piece, it is already a heavy gift.

It is not enough to rely on kindness alone for the Xia family's two waste siblings to gain a foothold in the slums. This kind of small kindness is the foundation.

"Oh, what a pity!"

This woman coveted that piece of ham for a long time, but she dared not steal it, because there were so many eyes staring at it.

The generosity of summer months is well known, who hasn't received meat a few times?Once the meat thief is caught, he will definitely be rewarded with a large piece of meat.

Stealing and gifting, fools know how to choose!

"You guys!"

Uncle Xia shook his head speechlessly. This kind of mutual restraint was deliberately created by that smart and kind girl, and it was a subtle idea to avoid hitting her.

Xia Ye was not stupid enough to sell along the street. When he left the slum, he called out a few children he knew.

"Go, call all your little friends, go to Manshi Square and wait for me, do a day's work, and give each of you a sorghum pancake!"

As soon as the children's eyes lit up, let alone a pancake, if you give them a bite, they will sacrifice their lives. What's more, the one who opened the mouth is Brother Xia Ye with a very good reputation, so the children ran away in a swarm, and quickly informed the good friends of this kind of good thing. buddies.

"Is this the way to get rich, starting with child labor?"

Xia Ye laughed at himself, and when he arrived at the square, he went into a nearby grain store, and before the clerk could stare at him, he took out a knife coin and slapped it on the table.

Chapter 9

Xiacheng is the last stop for the tribes in the north to go hunting in the wilderness Gusen. Therefore, relying on the favorable location, after hundreds of years of development, it has changed from a small tribe at the beginning to a large city with tens of thousands of people today. A five thousand.

The Tower of Glory stands on the Manshi Square, which shows the brilliant achievements of the Xia clan in the past years of battles. In addition, it is an important place for releasing various news. Over time, this place has become the most prosperous area. There are quite a few shops, but they are mainly for basic necessities of life.

"what are you doing?"

The man looked at Xia Ye warily.

"Buy sorghum pancakes!"

Xia Ye put on a very airy look.

"It wasn't stolen, was it?"

The guy didn't dare to pick it up. This kid was wearing a sackcloth. Although it was washed clean, he looked like a poor man. How could he have a knife coin?

"Hmph, do you dare to say that the money given to me by the Great Prophet was stolen, and you don't want to live anymore?"

Xia Ye is vicious.

"Uh!"

The three words of great prophet stunned the buddy. This kind of person is generally the number two figure in the tribe, second only to the chief patriarch, and his status is detached.

"Hurry up and put it on, don't delay the great prophet's important business!"

Xia Ye urged, speaking loudly on purpose.

"What's the matter?"

The man inquired.

"People like you are not qualified to listen!"

Xia Ye glanced at it and found that it had attracted the attention of many people.

The people walking here are basically warriors and heroes from various tribes. Unfortunately, spring has just started, and if summer comes, there will be more people.

"Then who is qualified to listen?"

The boss heard the movement and came out.

"A wise man can listen!"

If Xia Ye said that rich people can listen to it, the style is too low, but if it is wisdom, no one will feel that they are stupid, so they can try it.

"Oh?"

The boss became interested, and hurriedly urged: "Tell me!"

Xia Ye stopped talking, and pointed to the big basket containing sorghum cakes, and then pointed to the street.

"Hurry up and move him there!"

The boss winked, and immediately kicked the guy on the thigh.

Xia Ye sat cross-legged in the center of the long street, and there were two mountains of pancakes piled up next to it. People passing by, curious, swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva.

"Fortunately, there are no urban management in this world. Otherwise, before I set up a stall, I'm afraid I'll be stuffed into the trash can!"