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Chapter 38: Zhongping Hu Saner

Xie Hushan's curse frightened Han Hongzhen, who was making wontons, so much that her hands started shaking and the wonton wrappers she had just spread out fell onto the chopping board!
He even told me that he wouldn't cause trouble, but when he uttered these dirty words, he was just trying to start a fight!

"Xie Siling, you fight them first. I'll kill the donkey after I finish eating the wontons and come back to help you." Lao Meng also stood up, held the bowl in his hand, drank a big mouthful of soup, and then said the lines taught by Xie Hushan.

The person opposite him suddenly changed his expression.

A fight over trivial matters at the market is not a big deal, and even bleeding is not a big problem, but every fight ends with the killing of animals first!
How fucking immoral is this? Only people who don't value the labor force of the production team would do such a thing!

No matter which team the big animals were in, they were the treasures of the production team, more precious than human life! If they had a fight over something as trivial as taking a spot at the market, and ended up killing the production team's donkey, even if the four of them won, they would still be scolded to death, and they would have to deduct money from the dividends at the end of the year to compensate the donkey to the team!

Lao Meng's words made the four people calm down instantly.

"I'm talking to you, where the hell are you looking at! Look at me! I told you I know CNM, can't you hear me? Aren't you usually pretty awesome? I heard you always want to touch my lover's hand?" Xie Hushan raised his axe and ran towards the young man who had just questioned him. He lifted his shirt with one hand, exposing his chest, and cursed:
"You've never touched Men'er, right? Come here, come here, your dad will let you touch it, and enjoy it!"

Han Hongzhen almost buried her head into the chopping board. Who did Xie Husan learn how to talk? How could he speak in such a rascally way? And he was still touching Mian'er...

Not to mention saying such words, even hearing such words made Han Hongzhen feel ashamed and disgusted!

The older man rushed forward, raised his hands to block Xie Hushan from causing trouble for his companions, and smiled:
"Brother, brother, you are really hot-tempered. We are all familiar with Xiao Han. We always go to the market together to set up a stall. I am here to ask her if she needs help to move the car. I don't mean anything else. Keep eating... Xiao Han and brother, you are a family. Hey... this... we are all here to the market~ There is nothing else to do. Sit there and eat~ We won't touch your car, we won't touch it!"

Then he turned around and waved at the three young men, urging them, "Go, go, go to the stall! What can I do for you guys?"

After the young man received his instructions, he returned to the donkey cart and started to unload the cart. The middle-aged man took out a cigarette box and asked Xie Hushan: "What's your name, little brother?"

Xie Hushan pointed the axe in the direction of the young man without moving, and did not take his cigarette. The middle-aged man helped him put the cigarette into his mouth and lit it with a match. Xie Hushan then looked at him with a wooden face and blew a puff of smoke in his face:
"Zhongpinghu Saner, just call me Third Brother."

……

It's going to change.

At the Liushenzhuang market, this was the only thought in the minds of all the people selling food at stalls.

Although there were still people coming and going in the market, all the people selling food couldn't help but look in the direction of the wonton stalls and bun stalls every once in a while.

The four Li family men from Lijiazhai were really embarrassed this time. Two of the best spots were occupied by the wonton stall. The most annoying thing was that the wonton stall deliberately left that spot empty and just put some firewood and buckets there to make things worse for the steamed bun stall.

Once the members of the market bought their buns and had no place to sit, they would squat there to eat, and they would be immediately driven away by the young man named Hu Saner who had just come to the wonton stall:
"You bring other people's food to my stall to eat. Are you planning to take me to your kang to sleep tonight after you finish eating? I'm worried about having no place to sleep!"

Then he walked to the steamed buns shop and questioned the four men from Lijiazhai: "If you let anyone take advantage of my stall again, watch out for your donkey. I'm short of meat stuffing for wontons." If anyone who liked to watch the fun looked at him and asked him a few questions, he would deliberately interrupt them:
"What are you asking? I have no parents. My whole family died in the earthquake and I am the only one left. I was raised by the production team. What? You are not convinced? Do you think you can help them, seeing that I am an orphan?"

The business of the steamed bun stall in Liushenzhuang is much less than that in other markets. Usually, the steamed buns can be sold out before 11 o'clock, and the meatball soup can be used to help other stalls to attract some business. Today, it is at least 1 o'clock in the afternoon, and there is still a lot of steamed bun filling left in the basin.

There's a guy who looks like a bad guy standing by and watching closely. Who would be so blind as to patronize the business? You won't starve to death if you don't eat the buns, so you don't want to accidentally get involved and get beaten.

The wonton stall's business was much better than usual. Han Hongzhen was wearing a fitted slant-collared jacket and standing in a prominent position, which attracted many men to notice this fair and beautiful young wife. They walked over to buy a bowl of wontons and took the opportunity to chat with her.

Of course, the main reason for the good business is that Xie Hushan is not making trouble in front of his own wonton stall. He just sits in the empty space next to it, doing nothing and focusing on finding fault with the steamed bun stall, so the wonton stall business is not affected.

All the food stalls could see clearly that the young man named Hu Saner came today with only one purpose, that is, the widow Xiao Han was his lover or girlfriend, and he came to help Xiao Han vent his anger. He was determined to fight with the bun stall, and as long as the bun stall dared to confront him, he would definitely fight.

The people at the bun stall obviously understood this. No matter how Xie Hushan fanned the flames and shouted, the three young men's faces turned ashen. They were subdued by the older man and did not make any more noise. Seeing that there were not many people coming to the market, they simply told the three men to pack up and leave.

After watching the other party's donkey cart disappear from sight, Xie Hushan walked to the wonton stall and looked at Han Hongzhen across the chopping board. Han Hongzhen lowered her head and cleaned the chopping board, whispering:
"I'm going to find Uncle Wu tomorrow and tell him I'm quitting my job. I'm going back to the production team to work in the fields. I'm here to help the team with a side job, not to fight with others. I feel nervous when I go to the market."

"There's no way they'll fight. They've made money and are wearing shoes, but I'm still barefoot. They're not stupid, so why would they fight me? The wonton stall doesn't have to worry about losing business, but the bun stall has to worry about being ruined by me. And they're even more afraid that if the fight gets out of hand, someone else in the team will take over their business." Xie Hushan patted Han Hongzhen's head as she lowered it, and said with a gentle smile:

"Don't be afraid. There are... so many men in Zhongping Village. How can they let you be bullied? Besides, in this world, good people should not be pointed at with guns. Bad people deserve to be punished."

In the past two years, Han Hongzhen has met many men who had special feelings for her, but when she encountered grievances and difficulties, no man could say to her as frankly and generously as the man in front of her at this moment, "Don't be afraid."

She raised her head with some emotion and wanted to look at him, but she saw that Xie Hushan, who had just comforted her warmly, had turned around and walked quickly to the young wife who was the most open-minded and able to make jokes among the food stalls:

"Sister-in-law, which village are you from? Why don't you set up your stall next to mine tomorrow? I'll help you save the space. Don't be polite, it's just a small favor. I like to help others! Don't be shy, my name is Hu Saner, and everyone calls me Lei Feng of Zhongping Village!"

Han Hongzhen's original feeling of being touched suddenly disappeared. She threw the dough in her hand in anger and turned to look at Lao Meng who was wiping the table: "Lao Meng, go beat him!"

"Beat that woman? Let Xie Siling beat her. I don't beat women. My mother said that if you beat women, you won't be able to get married." Lao Meng glanced in the direction of Xie Hushan and the woman, and said with a silly smile.

Han Hongzhen said angrily: "Aren't you afraid that Xie Siling won't be able to marry after beating a woman?"

"You are stupid!" Lao Meng looked at Han Hongzhen as if she were an idiot:

"It's shown in the movies. Bandit leaders never marry wives. They all rely on robbery!"

(End of this chapter)