436: Chapter 43

This day, the village chief and his family went to town.

Guyuan and his two friends walked swaggeringly down the main road of the village, claiming they were also going to town to have a look, which drew sarcasm from many villagers.

"Oh my, Guyuan is going to town too? Don't go stealing other people's freshly baked wheat cakes when you get there."

"Haha, the three of you are going to town? If you get caught, don't say you're from our village."

"Just you three? You probably can't even scrape together a single copper coin between you."

To this, the three of them held their heads high, following behind the village chief's carriage like little bosses.

Of course, how could three little brats keep up with the speed of a carriage? They soon lost sight of it.

So, the three of them exchanged a look, and with shifty eyes, turned back, took a side path, and returned to the village.

They climbed into the village chief's chicken coop.

Clucking sounds rang out from inside the coop.

Little fatty Ma Si drooled: "Boss, which one should we steal?"

"Which one? Of course, we want them all!"

Outside.

"Hey, why are the village chief's chickens making so much noise?"

"What's so strange about that? Don't chickens always make that much noise?"

"Let's go, let's go. There's still work to be done in the fields. It looks like rain soon, so let's get the work finished quickly."

Half an hour later, all ten or so of the village chief's chickens were gone, leaving only a floor full of chicken feathers.

And the trio had the chickens tied up tight.

"Boss, there are so many chickens, we can't finish eating them, can we?" Ma Si kept wiping away drool.

"Yeah, Boss, it's too many, we can't finish them, we really can't!" Xia Er giggled while holding four chickens.

"Stupid, if we can't finish them, we'll take them to town to sell!"

"Holy crap! Why didn't I think of that!"

"As expected of our Boss!"

"I heard old hens are the most valuable, especially the ones that lay eggs!"

"Boss, let's go, let's go!"

Guyuan also held the chickens, preparing to go to town to sell them. Once sold, they would pretend to be exhausted and run into the village chief. No matter how much the villagers racked their brains, they would never guess that they were the ones who stole the chickens!

Although the three kids weren't very old, they were now full of enthusiasm and ran all the way without feeling tired.

"Boss, where are we going to sell them?"

"To avoid being seen by others, we'll sell them directly to those restaurants!"

Guyuan already had a plan in mind.

"Wouldn't that be too cheap?"

"Who cares how much we sell them for? Anyway, the chickens aren't ours."

"That's true! No matter how much we sell them for, it's all profit!" Thinking of this, Ma Si started laughing happily again.

Finding a decent-looking restaurant, Guyuan walked in swaggeringly, swinging his arms like a big boss.

"Boss, do you buy chickens?"

The old man behind the counter pushed up his glasses. Seeing the three kids and the dozen or so plump, shiny old hens they had, his eyes gleamed.

"Haha, of course we buy chickens. But where did you get these chickens?"

Guyuan didn't show any fear. "Raised them at home, obviously. Do you want them or not? If not, I'll go to another place. These are old hens that have been raised for several years. Once stewed into chicken soup, there's no need to say more! Good things are never hard to sell."

"Haha, little brother is a straightforward person. How about this: 30 copper coins per chicken. The deal is done, and I won't be responsible for anything after that."

Behind him, Xia Er and Ma Si's eyes lit up. They calculated on their fingers: thirty copper coins per chicken, how much for fifteen chickens? My god, it was too much, they couldn't count it, they really couldn't count it!

However, Guyuan seemed to have an understanding of the market, unhurried and unyielding: "Fifteen copper coins per jin. These are three-to-five-year-old old hens."

"Little brother, this price..."

The old man hadn't finished speaking.

Guyuan turned and walked outside: "This price is already very low. In town, restaurants sell them for eighty, even a hundred. If you don't buy, there are plenty of others who will."

"Hey, hey, hey! Little brother!" The old man walked over from behind. "Fifteen! Fifteen it is!"

Stewing these old chickens with a few slices of ginger and licorice would make a peerless delicacy in town, and the price would at least triple.

Only then did Guyuan turn back: "I've already weighed these things, but since I'm selling them to you, Boss, you surely want to weigh them yourself."

The old man thought to himself, this kid, that little fox from that family, is truly shrewd.

"Fifteen chickens, 62 jin in total, nine silver coins and thirty copper coins."

The crisp clinking sound of the shiny silver coins rang out in Guyuan's hands.

Nearby, Xia Er and Ma Si's eyes widened.

"Silver coins!"

"My god, I've only seen silver coins at the village chief's house. These are real!"

"Our Boss is the best!"

After selling the chickens, Guyuan spoke to Xia Er and Ma Si about some things, and then the two appeared in front of the old village chief's family, dusty and looking extremely disheveled.

As if they had finally found the old village chief, they hurriedly pretended to be miserable and pathetic, shouting that they were starving to death.

The old village chief's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot. In the end, he had no choice but to buy a few oil-wheat cakes, which finally shut the mouths of the three little unlucky ones.

"Hehe, thank you, old village chief!"

"The old village chief is the best!"

At this moment, the old village chief still didn't know that the old hens he had raised for years had already been sold by the three little bastards in front of him.