sbdcsierra Chapter 34: Without setting up a stall, the fat constable got "orally" blown up.
Chapter 34: Without setting up a stall, the fat constable got "orally" blown up.
Da Niu, who was engrossed in eating, looked up and saw his parents staring at him with a complicated expression.
They had only touched one of the wontons in their bowls. "Dad, Mom, aren't you going to eat?"
The two shook their heads in unison and simultaneously poured all the wontons from their bowls into Da Niu's bowl.
Da Niu was flattered and overwhelmed. His parents were moved to tears, realizing how much they loved their son.
He buried his head and devoured all the "love" his parents gave him!
After seeing that Da Niu had finished eating, the two smiled slightly. Their Da Niu was easy to raise and not picky about food!
After Da Niu finished eating, the two of them led him to the pork stall with practiced ease!
I bought four pig trotters and two pounds of pork belly.
Then he went to the pharmacy and, with Da Niu's pained expression, bought a packet of spices that was more expensive than pig's trotters.
After going to a general store, I bought cooking oil and brown sugar.
Then, carrying their belongings in large and small bags, they returned to the city gate, boarded an oxcart, and went home.
The rapeseed flowers along the roadside are covered with yellow blossoms, creating a golden expanse that exudes fragrance and brings joy to the heart.
After returning home, Lin Xi made two large bowls of shredded pork noodles, which she and Gao Mengli enjoyed immensely.
Sure enough, homemade food is still the best; store-bought food is just too hard to swallow.
Watching the two of them eat so heartily, while he, having eaten too much earlier, couldn't eat a single bite, was worse than being killed.
It was only then that Da Niu belatedly discovered a stark truth.
That is, his parents disliked the wontons, so they gave them all to him; it wasn't out of "parental love"...
Instead, his parents used him as a slop bucket...
He broke down...
The truth always hurts.
The next day, Da Niu woke up as soon as his biological clock kicked in.
He opened his eyes and found his parents still fast asleep in the room.
He mustered his courage, peered into the doorway, and cautiously called out, "Dad, Mom, it's time to get up..."
If it gets too late, the cornbread won't be able to be made.
But the two of them ignored him completely and continued to sleep soundly.
He mustered his courage and shouted again.
Gao Mengli, still half asleep, said impatiently, "Stop shouting, we're not setting up a stall today."
"What?" Da Niu was startled.
With such a thriving business, why aren't you setting up a stall anymore?!
But he didn't dare ask and silently went back to his stiffened quilt.
He secretly felt it was a pity; more than two taels of silver a day...
He fell asleep while thinking about it.
When I woke up again, the sun was high in the sky...
In the county town, things have turned upside down.
They came to the city gate early in the morning specifically to wait for Lin Xi's family to come and set up their stall.
But no one showed up even as the sun rose high in the sky.
The people of the county town were getting anxious as Lin Xi's family couldn't set up their stall, and some started gossiping about it at the town gate.
"What's going on? They'd usually be setting up their stalls by now, but there's no one here today," an old woman carrying a vegetable basket muttered, glancing every now and then at the spot where Gao Mengli and the others had previously set up their stall.
"Could something have happened?" A scholar-looking man guessed, his chin lowered as he held a folding fan.
"No way, everything was fine yesterday." The other person frowned, looking puzzled.
As usual, the fat constable brought his two assistants, Bu Yi and Bu Er, to the stall to buy steamed buns.
But when they got to their seats, they were dumbfounded.
The stall was deserted, but there was a crowd of people surrounding it.
Thinking he was too late, he quickly took three steps at a time and ran over as fast as he could.
They immediately grabbed one of the "lucky ones" and asked anxiously, "Where's the owner? Don't tell me they're sold out!"
The "lucky guy" arrived too early today, thinking he could be of help and buy one more item. He's actually quite annoyed.
He glanced at the fat constable and replied irritably, "If the shopkeeper's family had sold out, we wouldn't be here. But the shopkeeper's family didn't even come today."
Then, looking at the fat constable, a bold guess formed in his mind: Could it be that this fatso didn't come back because he collected taxes from them yesterday...?
His eyes were unfriendly, and his tone was displeased. "Oh, I know, you fat... Fat Constable, it must be you. You came to collect commercial taxes yesterday, but you're not showing up today. Have you been threatening people behind their backs?"
After saying that, he held onto the fat constable tightly, feeling more and more that he had hit the nail on the head.
The others agreed.
They swarmed around, launching into a tirade: "Fat Constable, I think it's all your fault! Because of you, the shopkeeper isn't selling cornbread today!"
Upon hearing this, the fat constable immediately became agitated, his eyes widening: "Nonsense! I didn't threaten them, I was just collecting commercial taxes normally."
This is a fabricated charge; don't try to pin it on him.
No one believed it, and they started making accusations all at once.
"You must have said something nasty, otherwise why wouldn't they come?"
"That's right, Fat Constable, you're always so fierce, you must have scared them away."
Three men can make a tiger, let alone so many people at the city gate, that's a whole pack of tigers.
When many people say something, it becomes the truth.
Even the fat constable himself wondered if he had scared away the steamed bun vendor because of his own actions.
He secretly regretted it; the shadow cast by that one tax collection would take him a lifetime to heal.
Gao Mengli and Lin Xi, the instigators, were unaware that their decision not to set up their stall had resulted in a public outcry against the fat constable.
The fat constable couldn't explain it even with a thousand mouths, but he wouldn't say it anyway.
Because he himself thought so too.
"Officer, what should we do? What about the prison..." Officer Yi was worried. The prison food for that group was something they had finally managed to find that they liked. If they didn't buy it today, he didn't dare to think about the consequences.
He was scared, he couldn't control himself...
"What's the rush... let me think about it." The fat constable told him not to rush, but he himself was extremely anxious, rubbing his hands and pacing back and forth.
But after thinking for a long time, I still couldn't come up with a good solution.
So, I gritted my teeth and waved my hand, "Fine, I'll just buy meat buns today."
The three of them quickly returned to the city and went to the stall that sold "S-shaped steamed buns".
Smelling the meat, the fat constable thought that feeding them meat buns today shouldn't cause any trouble.
"If eating meat isn't enough, then they really need to be taught a lesson," the fat constable thought viciously to himself.
The three of them bought steamed buns and went to the prison.
Hearing the noise, the chubby girl quickly ran to the door, grabbed the railing, and shouted, "That fatso is here!!"
Hearing the commotion, the other prisoners rushed to the door, their eyes fixed intently on the entrance to the prison.
Hearing the chubby girl's shout, the fat constable frowned and cursed inwardly, "This chubby girl, all she knows is eating, eat, eat, eat! She'll eat herself to death!"
He led the two constables to the front of the cell and handed in the meat buns one by one.
"We couldn't buy any cornbread today, so we'll have meat buns for now," the fat constable said irritably.
The chubby girl took the meat bun, smelled it, and looked disgusted.
He accurately slammed the meat bun in his hand onto the fat head of the constable.
The chubby girl stared at the back of the fat constable's head and yelled viciously, "You fatso, eat shit! I don't want this, I want elm seed buns!"