Lian Wanzhen scratched his head, bargaining over something that cost just two wen a skewer was a bit embarrassing to even propose. Plus, his clan aunt had said to start by pushing hard in the bargaining—how could one push hard with just two wen?
Suddenly, he had a brainwave, he knew how to be tough.
Right away, he said, "Mister, how about one wen for five skewers?"
That was tough, wasn't it!
Several children looked at him all at once, one wen for five skewers—that temptation was huge; they wanted to see if it was actually possible.
The candied hawthorn seller paused, thinking he hadn't heard correctly due to bad hearing, and asked, "Young man, what did you say?"
Lian Wanzhen repeated, "One wen for five skewers, how about it?"
