The butcher said, "You mean that old geezer? He came by yesterday and bought three jin of meat to take home. He hasn't been back today..."
Chu Yao gave an awkward smile. "Then I must've mistaken him for someone else, though from a distance he really did look like him. Hm, did something happen in his family, or did they strike it rich? Buying three jin at a time, and from the sound of it, coming back again today?"
Just thinking about that old man made the butcher's teeth itch.
The old geezer loved to take advantage of people, and his hands were always wandering. He'd sneak a feel of the meat on the butcher's stall whenever the butcher wasn't looking. If the other customers saw that, who'd still want to buy anything? Then he'd shamelessly ask for a discount, trying to save even a few coins. He never learned his lesson.
He hadn't been doing that lately, but every time he came by, he'd deliberately slap down copper coins and broken silver on the counter, then loudly announce that he wanted to buy several jin of meat and a few liang of bones, as if he were afraid no one could hear him. He'd open his mouth and show off those yellow old teeth, practically spraying spit everywhere.
But the butcher ran a shop and couldn't chase customers away. Truthfully, he'd long since had enough.
The butcher rolled his eyes and curled his lip. "What happy occasion could there be in his family? They had a granddaughter last month, but that old geezer acted like he'd swallowed a fly. He was standing there saying, 'One spread of the legs, one money-losing girl.' Bah! And he talks about spreading his legs—if it's so easy, let the old geezer spread one