Another man in black replied, “Yes, that guy must hit dumb luck to buy such a beautiful wife for 50,000 yuan.”
“Only 50,000 yuan?” The man in white asked with some disbelief.
“It’s one hundred percent true. I heard that the woman was ill then, so she was sold so cheaply. Damn it. If only I had gone to the next room to have a look when I bought a wife there.”
The man in black regretted it very much. He indeed had spent 80,000 yuan on his current wife, who although tall, was actually disobedient. Besides, she was illiterate and the food she cooked was too unpleasant to eat. Even in bed, she was just like a dead pig.
The man in white licked his lips, just like a hunter who saw the prey he longed for. His eyes constantly followed He Xiyan in front of him. Such a white and pure girl was rare in the countryside, who seemed very smart at first sight and even knew how to bargain with the merchants.
If only she were his wife.
He Xiyan pulled Chen Jiahang out of the crowd. They had sold those things for 210 yuan altogether. Although not much, 200 yuan actually could be used to buy many things here in the village where people seldom needed to spend much.
“Jiahang, why not take me to the town? I want to buy something.” He Xiyan said so. Since she came here, she hadn’t been out of the village yet, so she wanted to go around and to know more about this place. She also wanted to see if there was any chance to make money.
Chen Jiahang nodded, but soon he frowned as if he had realized something. But then he shook his head again and wrote quickly in his notebook: “Yanyan, what do you want? I’ll buy it back. The town is too far away.”
Looking at what he wrote, He Xiyan pursed her mouth in the pretence of anger. She knew that he was still afraid that she would take the opportunity to find a vehicle and run away.
“I won’t run away.” He Xiyan pulled his sleeve and said very seriously, “If you don’t believe me like this, I’ll be angry. If I’m angry, I won’t eat anything.”
He Xiyan’s voice was like a child’s. Having been with him for a long time, she was gradually influenced and sometimes talked like a child.
But it worked especially well for the man in front of her.
Seeing her so insistent, Chen Jiahang could only nod. He then pushed out the bicycle and let her sit in the back seat.
The town was more than forty kilometers away from the village entrance, quite far away. It would take them two to three hours to get there by bicycle.
Fortunately, it was still early. The sun had just risen and it was early in the morning.
Two and a half hours later, they came to a small town called Qingshui Town, which had 12 villages including Mang village. The total population of this town was not large, less than 9,000 people. This was a very small and remote town, and because in recent years, most of the young and middle-aged people had left their hometown for urban area, the population was still decreasing.
In the town, there were only two streets, three schools, including two primary schools and a middle school, and about twenty stores selling all kinds of daily necessities.
He Xiyan took Chen Jiahang into a stationery store. She bought a pen, several notebooks and a bottle of ink for Jiahang. She herself bought some painting brushes, watercolors, some drawing paper and an easel. The things sold in this store were cheap, so they only spent a little.
After buying these things, they went into a grocery store and bought a lot of condiments, such as soy sauce, raw soy sauce, black pepper, anise and cumin, etc.,which could be prepared later for cooking.