50. Chapter 50: Anonymous tax

Author: Lao Huang next door 007

The next day, Yiren still delivered mountain goods, so she went to the dock to set up her cake stall. She hadn't set up her stall for many days, and the big guys working at the dock gathered around.

"Sister-in-law, why haven't you set up a stall recently?" asked a familiar elder brother enthusiastically.

"There are some urgent matters in the family." Yiren smiled forever when facing her God.

"No" The elder brother came to her, tilted his eyes, raised his chin, and pointed his chin at the noodle stall not far away. "If you don't come to do this business, someone wants to do it for you!"

Yiren looked in the direction of his elder brother's chin and was the old man who used to sell noodles. Today, in addition to a steaming pot, there was an extra basket on his stall. The white cloth on it only covered half of the basket, revealing the black-faced cake inside.

"Normal, everyone is doing business!" Yiren still smiled with a good temper and continued to greet the people around him.

The old man saw Yiren who had been surrounded by things as soon as the person came and put them down, so he was so angry that he was so angry that Yiren's cakes were sold well a few days ago. He thought that there was something difficult to make cakes. Which wife of his family couldn't make them, so he asked his old wife to make some to sell them.

I only made thirty pancakes on the first day, but I didn’t expect that they were not sold. Seeing that the work was about to start in the afternoon, fewer and fewer people were wandering around the dock to rest, he had to push his cart to the central street in the town. Only nine pancakes were sold, and there were twenty-one left. If they were not sold today, I’m afraid I could kill the dog tomorrow, so how could I sell them!

The old man at the noodle stall thought about it but couldn't figure out what the problem was. When he saw Yiren coming to sell cakes today, he secretly looked at the cakes for several times, and it looked like they were made of white flour.

No wonder! Who is willing to use white flour for selling cakes! The black noodles are mixed with corn flour in their homes! This little wife is really a prodigal! The old man in the noodle stall sneered disdainfully.

Seeing that Yiren's cakes were about to be sold out, I didn't even sell a few bowls of cooked noodles.

The old man couldn't help but be angry. He took a few steps towards Yiren, and finally withdrew his steps. Seeing that the few people here had finished eating noodles and left, he couldn't help but sigh, and then walked to Yiren's cake stall in anger.

"Hey, little girl, you sell me one of your cakes!" The old man said angrily without looking at Yiren.

Yiren looked at the angry old man in front of him and couldn't help but feel funny and said, "You can take it for food, what money do you charge for neighbors!"

She took out a vegetarian three-fresh pie and an egg pie, and stuffed it into the old man's hand without saying a word.

The old man wanted to scold "Do I want you to pay for a few cakes?" But as Yiren moved, the fragrance of the cake suddenly penetrated into the old man's nose. He forgot to scold Yiren for a moment, but picked up the egg cake and stuffed it into his mouth and took a bite.

The tender yellow and soft egg cake is oily and charred. It has the aroma of eggs and the aroma of flour and green onion.

"How is it? Old man!" The elder brother who had just talked to Yiren came to the old man again and asked teasingly.

The old man was always on the cake. While chewing the cake carefully, he thought about the ingredients inside. When the elder brother at the dock asked, he couldn't get over his mind. He nodded blankly and said, "It's delicious, delicious..."

The eldest brother laughed out loud: "Oh, you old man who sells noodles, are you willing to admit that his sister-in-law's cake is delicious?"

The old man finally came to his senses and his face turned red: Why did he involuntarily praise other people's food for being delicious!...

After such a thing, the old man threw the copper plate onto the Yiren stall, as if the copper plate was hot, and then he ran away.

Yiren felt funny in her heart. This old man was diligent in selling noodles. Seeing that her cakes were selling well, she wanted to make cakes for sale. In her opinion, there was no problem at all. As long as it was not Zheng's behavior of cheating and harming others for self-interest, she thought it was a legitimate business competition. What's more, this old man praised her cakes for being delicious!

Yiren had a smile on her lips and was packing up the stalls that were sold, while a team of people wearing official uniforms surrounded her.

"Who is Song Yiren?" The person in charge stood up straight, and his eyes were not sure where he looked, and asked coldly.

Yiren looked up and down at the few people who were dressed in uniform, and they looked like they were in official uniforms, but she didn't know the clothes, so she didn't know who they were.

"Who is Song Yiren, who sells cakes?" The man saw that no one responded, and shouted loudly again. This time he did not look away from the distance, and he looked at everyone present with a cold look.

Although everyone didn't know the identities of the people, looking at their uniform clothing and their cold temperament, they knew that these people must be not ordinary people.

In this era, the people were afraid of officials, and then the leader was coldly swept away, and everyone suddenly became birds and beasts. Only Yiren and the old man who sold noodles were left.

Seeing that he could not guess the purpose of these people and could not stay here forever, Yiren took the initiative to step forward and said, "I am Song Yiren, I wonder what this lord is asking for me?"

Yiren didn’t know who this person was, but it was absolutely right to be called “adult”.

"You are suspected of anonymizing taxes, please come with us!" The man glanced at Yiren coldly and said without emotion.

Perhaps the people saw that Yiren was a woman and were pregnant with Liujia, so they didn't get started to capture her. They just surrounded her in the middle and walked forward with her arms.

Yiren was also confused and said, "What are you saying, "Is it illegal?"

"Oh, official, official!" The old man who was selling noodles next to him changed his usual cramped appearance and shouted at those people. "Do you officials are from the Commercial Tax Office?"

The person in the lead nodded to confirm when he saw that the old man was calling him was an old man.

The old man followed up and said breathlessly: "My sirs, this little woman and I are doing small business. You see, we don't even have any store. We sell some cakes and noodles every day, which will only be enough for the porridge at home. Where can we work as a sir of the Trade Taxation Institute?"

"Hmph, then you don't have to worry about it!" The man stopped paying attention to the old man selling noodles and pushed Yiren. "Go away now!"

The old man wanted to go up and say something. Yiren was afraid that the official was angry and hurt the old man. He quickly said, "Old uncle, I'm fine. Go to the central street and find an old handlebar called Song Qing, and ask him to bring a letter to Aunt Li, and say I'll go back later!"

After the incidents of the previous two times, Yiren was afraid that she would not return home on time, so Aunt Li was worried again and happened to send the old man who sold noodles.

The old man got the errand arranged by Yiren and did not hit the official side anymore, but he still shouted: "Sister-in-law, you have no store and no taxes, don't be afraid!"
Chapter completed!