Everyone was chatting away when suddenly someone pointed not far away and said, "Hey, isn't that the young man from the Shi family?"

Shu Yan looked in that direction and saw three or four people walking towards him. One of them was indeed Shi De.

"How do you sell this firewood?" asked a man who looked like a steward.

Shu Yan knew this person, he was a servant with some power in the Shi Mansion, named Huang San. Although these few were just servants, their clothes were brighter than those of most people in the city.

"One hundred dollars." Shu Yan answered truthfully.

When Shi De heard the voice, he thought it sounded familiar. He looked up and was deeply surprised: "Hey, Shu Yan, why are you here?"

"I'm selling firewood." Shu Yan answered naturally.

"Why are you dressed in such rags? You are covered in dirt and smell of sweat!" Shi De said with an expression of disgust while looking Shu Yan up and down.

Shu Yan was used to Shi De's disrespectful behavior, so he was not angry. He just said calmly: "Haha, I come from a poor family, and I have to run for a living every day and rely on my own efforts. How can I be like you who are so pampered and well-dressed?"

Yushi. Why would a noble person like you come to the market to ask about firewood and rice? You shouldn't."

Shi De stopped laughing: "Oh, you think I want to come, but it's me, Aweng, who insists that I come to the market to go with them and experience people's livelihood. What is there to experience? A

One buys, one sells, one delivers the goods, and the other collects the money, isn’t that what it is?”

"You are a young man from an aristocratic family. You have clothes to wear, food to eat, and mouth to open. How do you understand the business of the market? How do you understand the hardships of the people? Most people here operate on a small scale. If you don't work on a day, you won't be able to eat. For example, today, I'm here

It's been a long time, but my firewood hasn't been sold yet. If it were someone who was poorer than me and couldn't sell it for money, I might not have any rice to cook today."

Although Shi De always looked down on people from poor families, and sometimes even ridiculed Shu Yan, he was sometimes warm-hearted. When he heard Shu Yan saying that he hadn't sold the firewood for a long time, he asked, "Selling firewood? That's easy to do."

, let me tell you, there will be a big event in my family in a few days and we will need a lot of firewood. From today on, you don’t have to come here every day.

Sell ​​it, just send the firewood directly to my house." Then he turned to Huang San, who was in charge: "He is mine..." He wanted to say 'friend', but he couldn't think of it. People from aristocratic families are not as good as people from poor families.

People will be laughed at if they are friends. Then he changed his mind and said, "He has known me since childhood. If you recognize him, you will need his firewood."

How dare Huang San disobey, but Wei Wei agreed.
Chapter completed!