Chapter 62: [Second Update]

Old Man hadn't left the town, so he didn't really understand 'tour guide,' but once Zhou Li explained, he got it. The person who leads the way. How could he charge money? He quickly waved his hand off. But in a moment of carelessness, not only did he have money, but Zhou Li had also packed up the stall and was about to leave. The tricycle that Manager Sang bought for the market trip was waiting behind. They let him in.

The 'psychological defense line' Old Man had set up was broken, forcing him to think: family? Relatives?

Old Man's heart: everyone can't escape the word 'money,' so they got dazzled by it.

Sang Yu didn't know Old Man's method, full of joy at being about to scatter money, the pleasure of satisfying personal vanity.

During school, didn't the school often organize donations? Natural disasters, man-made accidents, or teachers and classmates with serious illnesses. They'd all send donation requests.

Back then, Sang Yu hated donations because his deadbeat dad gambling had left the family in debt, with several mouths to feed. Donations were 'unnecessary' expenses.

Sang Yu also thought he was stingy, even embezzling money his mom gave, saving it to buy ballpoint pens, draft paper, correction tape. He remembered it clearly.

Because Sang Yu felt he'd done something wrong.

After growing up, he made peace with it, forming a self-consistent logic — Sang Yu was stingy because he didn't have much to begin with. Like three beans in a bowl, not enough for two bites, would he share with others? It's normal to舍不得, a saint who can give away what they have. Now it's good —

It's his turn to be a rich saint.

Sang Yu felt happy. But he did consider it a bit, didn't just say it randomly.

Before, Zhou Li's 'selling a raccoon as a prince' — there was that risk. Another person who can't tell the five grains, can't distinguish non-factory goods, finding a local as a guide, the risk coefficient would be smaller. This Old Man looked like an honest person too.

Worst case, this Old Man has selfish motives, half real half fake goods, the loss to Sang Yu would be negligible. All set. Decision made!

Sang Yu turned around and smelled something sweet — red bean paste filled dough that the vendor flattened and dropped into the oil to swim around. So fragrant. There were some already fried on the shelf. One for him. The rest all for Old Man.

He almost forgot 'friend' Zhou Li. Sang Yu's bodyguards basically don't eat outside, but the situation now is special, eating one is fine.

'Aiyo, no, I can't eat...'

In Old Man's hand, besides cash, there was a bag of fried dough balls, just out of the oven, hot, you could feel it through the calluses.

Sang Yu smiled: 'I have elders at home too, they like strong flavors, can't taste it if it's bland. You try it for me, is the flavor okay?'

He wasn't joking.

Sang Yu's work ability was negative, but his ability to entertain parents was maxed out. Otherwise, with nothing going on at home, it would really be压抑死了.

Old Man couldn't speak, took a small bite. Sweet.

Sang Yu replied carelessly: 'Sweet is fine.'

Looking at the market getting busier and busier, goods getting fewer, Sang Yu urged: 'Old Man, does anyone in your family buy stuff at the market?'

Hurry up. Need to make a move.

Yes!

On the street not just family, relatives, fellow villagers, acquaintances, all there. The old woman was setting up over there — vegetables just picked from the field today, also had snake melons, sweet melons, bamboo shoots, all fresh. So tender!

Sang Yu went to look. The old man rushed over like he opened a speed boost, took a green sweet melon bigger than a fist, cut it open, and gave it to everyone to eat. Startled by the old man's swift movement, Sang Yu was about to refuse, but when the melon was cut open, a burst of fruit fragrance instantly came out. Green flesh + yellow inner rind, looking in the light, like it's dripping with honey. The hungry Sang Yu changed his mind.

Delicious. Sweet, fresh, full of flavor. Can't describe it, it's sweet melon but especially rich.

'Load it onto the cart.'

The tricycle was big enough. But there weren't many sweet melons, not for splitting with netizens, eat first.

After murmuring with the old couple, seeing Sang Yu loves melons, they couldn't help but show a smile. Their courage also grew a bit.

They took Sang Yu to browse the big market. Besides seasonal fresh produce, there were homemade local goods — snacks, cured meat, dried vegetables. There were prepared herbs, freshly made rice candy, handmade farm tools, cloth shoes, cotton shoes, cheap clothes, kitchenware. There were especially many bamboo woven items.

Before, Sang Yu found a bamboo basket suitable for a cat's nest, really found it. Besides bamboo baskets, there were bamboo products on the stall — brooms, dust pans, straw hats, bamboo baskets that can be carried up the mountain. There were bamboo cages for fish.

Gradually, the tricycle behind Sang Yu was also piled full, they rushed back to empty it, loaded another cart, then another. One cart after another, endless.

Old Man went from shock to persuasion — you can't eat or use all this, when will you ever!

Sang Yu's family is many.

— Don't all influencers call netizens 'family'? Rounding, they're also family, Sang Yu isn't scared at all. Can't be too fake with the lottery draw, otherwise where does the prestige come from? At least a hundred points.

Not enough? Sang Yu's family hasn't bought anything.

Sang Yu figured it out — best to go to villagers' homes to dig around, self-reserved items are definitely good goods — differential treatment, he admits. For family, Sang Yu would definitely spend more thought, choosing the best of the best.

Sang Yu isn't worried, as long as the price is right, believes someone will sell.

Walking along, Sang Yu discovered — there's even a flower and bird market here! Just more down to earth. Selling some chick and ducklings, the city kind like hamsters, dyed turtles, rabbits, also have some, not many.

Right, there are cats and dogs. Should be their own cats and dogs had too many puppies they couldn't keep, so selling them. Looking around, all Dahuang and little tabbies.

Sang Yu was happy browsing. Usually doesn't mess with cats or dogs, but also pet two dog heads in the cages.

'Burp, whimper whimper—'

Someone's crying?

Sang Yu looked up and met a little fatty's misty teary eyes. About as tall as Sang Yu's waist, looks blessed. Wearing a whole gray smock, tied in two small buns, pink pore-patterned hair tie, wearing a plastic crown hair clip. Too well fed, round and sturdy — forgive Sang Yu for using this word, but really there's no better suitable word.

An auntie of the same build as the little fatty, wiped the child's tears: 'Don't cry!'

The auntie glanced at Sang Yu, swallowed, endured the embarrassment: 'Dog, fifty yuan each, okay?'

Usually twenty's fine. But this outsider is generous, buying along the way, knows they have money. All the stalls are hoping. So temporarily bewitched, saw a person, shouted a big number.

Sang Yu was stunned: 'Fifty?'

That's so cheap? Remember before seeing online, good looking Dahuang, local dog? One can sell for over a thousand?

'Four, thirty...' immediately shrunk back, tongue-tied, 'take all three, twenty-one each!'

Back to original price. The auntie's lips trembled, wanted to pinch herself, so useless.

— Honest people really can't do bad things, otherwise everywhere is a flaw.

Three? Sang Yu doesn't want any. Just temporarily stroked one for fun. Usually indifferent to animals, but according to mom, when he was little someone came to the village to buy puppies, he held the puppy and wouldn't let go. Cried with snot and tears, wouldn't let them sell, but went out to play and lost the puppy.

Sang Yu suspects it's fabricated. — No such memory at all, later as an adult, no special feelings toward pets either. Would have raised one long ago — Sang Ying's side has abandoned pets, always looking for adoption.

'Don't sell—!'

The little fatty started wailing. Really cried miserably.

The auntie looked awkward, 'We have dogs at home, sell a few for pizza money?'

'No!'

Kids at this age, liking animals is normal, not knowing family situation is normal, crying and throwing a tantrum is normal.

'I don't want New Year's money, Mom don't sell Egg Yolk, he's the most timid, going to someone else's house will die, waaaaaaah...'

This kind of request came out. But the auntie also looked troubled, kids are simple, but raising dogs really can't just give them leftover food, really can't raise them. Let alone so many...

Sang Yu appreciated the fatty's crying face for a moment, felt benevolent —

As a treat to the youth who once cried for a dog but maybe didn't exist.

Sang Yu randomly grabbed a bag of sugar cakes from the tricycle and handed it to the little fatty, slightly raised his chin to look impressive.

'Don't cry, I bought them all. Egg Yolk has siblings to accompany, won't be lonely.'

His tall figure must look very grand in the little fatty's eyes, Sang Yu had clouds.

...

'Burp, really?'

'Really.'

Sang Yu nodded. Great love, relieve farmers' burden.

— Actually buying is fine too, Sang Yu has places to put them. Can put them in the crew, the main character is a rural influencer, rural having dogs isn't unusual, a few for filming is fine. Besides the crew, can put them in Sang Ying's dog park then find adoption, if no one adopts, Sang Yu can also pay for lifelong foster care.

If really not, there's one plan — put them in Sang Yu's zoo. Among Aurora Entertainment's inventory, there's a show called 'I Inherited a Zoo' Part Two, management genre. Before, Sang Yu watched the first part, also an author-written genre. The first main character has the ability to communicate with animals, pure爽. The second part changed the setting a bit, main character can see the affection数值 on animals' heads. Bluffing and guessing, more funny.

For realism, Sang Yu waved his hand and took over a zoo, animals were listless, rundown decoration, that kind of old big. Film it. After filming, this zoo will of course be put into operation. Three local Dahuang put in the zoo won't be out of place, really can't, open a dog cafe, let them work there.

Sang Yu nodded. The feeling of being a甩手掌柜, good.

After the fatty reacted, hurried to respond: 'I have Mom at home, have Sister, don't buy them...'

Regretted it, actually doesn't want to sell, so looking for reasons.

Sang Yu's rebellious heart and teasing kid heart were反复雄: 'Then I'll buy your whole family's dogs.'

Whole pot. Just five.

— No dogs, big talk, even Sang Ying wouldn't dare be so generous.

The auntie was happy and uneasy, happy a bunch of dogs can be offloaded. That female dog originally wasn't their dog, probably someone's discarded, given some food and clung to the family. Kids want to raise, raise.

But in the countryside where's the way to get dogs neutered, soon gave birth to a whole litter. Dropping them, conscience can't bear; raising, where's so much rice for dogs? Uneasy...

The puppies really are... The auntie didn't dare hide anything: 'Young man, our dogs are many, how about buy three? Too many hard to raise.'

Sang Yu: 'Aren't there five?'

The auntie looked embarrassed.

'...Two left.'

Sang Yu nodded, understood, that number is good, easy to digest.

Then saw the auntie急得头顶冒汗, tried to correct her slipping tongue: 'Had twelve puppies, twelve puppies!'

Twelve puppies. One big dog. The big dog's milk isn't enough! Only eight nipples total! Three puppies from the twelve, the best at fighting for food, the most sturdy, were urgently taken out to sell first. One less is one less.

Sang Yu: '...?'

Suddenly didn't want them anymore.

·

Sang Ying was editing 'Dog Park Manager's Day vlog,' suddenly received Sang Yu's call, at first didn't pay attention. Just heard dog barks over there, that familiar whimpering.

Sang Ying: '?'

Put gaze on phone screen, saw a weird scene — Sang Yu was holding phone filming a group of dogs in the enclosure. Sang Yu's tone full of confusion and not understanding, 'Sang Ying, why do dogs keep barking, clearly just finished nursing and pooping.'

Sang Ying: '...What's wrong?'

'I bought dogs.'

Sang Ying surprised: 'Aren't you doing that setting collection?' Once the Aurora Immortal Realm Project came out, Sang Ying connected.

'Oh, went on a trip with Manager Sang, bought them, I'm taking care. Quickly listen to the dog language, why keep barking?'

'When I'm not there they don't bark?'

Don't dig too deep.

Sang Ying followed the reply: 'Don't bark when you're there? Then they're in love.'

Sang Yu: '?'

Sang Ying held back laughter, rarely seeing Sang Yu one day, so much more human.

'Feels your aura is close, has safety sense around, know the认母period? It's similar to that.'

Sang Yu: '...'

Shouldn't have bought them. But in public, to maintain his逼格and vanity, to keep face in front of the little fatty, he said the opposite: unwillingly did it, cute cute, can't deny...

But本身困, sleep not good, even through several layers can phantom hear whimpering, can't sleep!

Sang Ying beamed. 'Congratulations, bro. Successfully upgraded to 12-litter dad!'