"Flower Girl" by Sanmao

Foreword: The Fox Lord

There are thousands of ways to seduce people, the most common are bitter and sweet. What is bitterness? Picking your pain point provokes you and makes you can't help but argue with it; what is sweet, vote for what you like, give a little sweetness to please you, so that you can't help but take the bait out to thank you.

Bitter plucking has initially worked, but did not achieve the expected effect, maybe the next step is to try sweet plucking, let us be vigilant, approach science, read a Sanmao "Flower Girl", understand how superb seductive technology makes people repeatedly stupid.

The slogan of the dreamer is: ...

Hey hey, sleeping people are dreaming, no slogans.

The following full text, please enjoy reading -

Although our home life is not as leisurely as Tao Yuanming in ancient times, we are in a human situation, and we do not hear the noise of cars and horses, and in today's twentieth century, it is probably rare to be able to insist on being a fool of the countrymen like us.

I didn't live here with the intention of learning from Mr. Tao, nor did I pick chrysanthemums while looking at Nanshan, I just lived here and became a country mouse. Jose did not know who Mr. Tao was, he was very enthusiastic about bending his waist for five buckets of rice, the problem is that although this is a foreign country, there are many people who want to eat rice, these five buckets of rice, the five buckets of rice are distributed, we have bent over, and there are very few things that can be eaten.

The man said, "The poor are on the side of the road and no one asks, and the rich have distant relatives in the mountains." "

We are poor and dare to live by the deserted sea, so it is quite natural to be forgotten.

After living in the countryside, naturally no noble people came to visit, and we were happy to hide in this peach blossom garden to enjoy the blessings, which fulfilled my wish for many years.

In fact, after living here for a long time, I will find that this peach blossom source is actually not isolated from the world, and ordinary people forget us, but there are still many people who enter the "source" every day, at least the vendors who sell things have always played the role of Wuling people and have not let go of the attack on us.

The people who come to us to sell goods say that their salesmen are too civilized, and this group of Spaniards from Canary Island is not selling detergent for a certain manufacturer, nor is it to sell encyclopedias, and it is not to show you vacuum cleaners. They visited the house for three days and five days, and what they asked for was probably a bag of tomatoes, a few fish, a few pounds of fruit, or a few pots of flowers, a dozen eggs, a bunch of corn... At first, I was very happy to buy things from these simple villagers, some of them were loyal, some were cunning, some were rich, some were poor, but the same business was done, which was much more convenient for me, and I did not have to drive to the town to buy vegetables.

Talking about how we refused to open the door to shop again and refuse to go thousands of miles away was really the fault of the old woman who sold flowers.

Writing this, I heard the sound of the wooden shed in the front yard being pushed open, turned my head and glanced outside, immediately rushed over, pushed Jose, who was reading a book, and shouted softly in his mouth - "alarm", and then rushed to lock the door of the living room through the garden, extinguished the soup that was boiling in the kitchen, and then ran behind Jose to the bathroom, jumping too fast, almost squeezing Jose into the bathtub, at this time, the door had been touched and slapped.

"Open the door!" Ma'am, sir! Open the door! "

We gently closed the bathroom door, and the voice went around to the back bedroom window to call, banging on the glass window, and said enthusiastically: "Open the door!" Open the door! "

The man had seen all the glass windows that could be opened, and returned to the living room door, and she shouted indomitably at the crack of the door: "Ma'am, open the door!" I know you're inside, you're playing music! Open the door, I have something to say to you. "The radio forgot to turn off!" I said to Jose.

"So nasty, so annoying, I went out and told her to go." Jose pulled open the door and prepared to go out.

"Can't go, you can't get her, every time we just talk we lose!" "Which one do you say?"

"The one who sells flowers!" You can't hear it? "

"Shhh! I'm not going out. Jose heard that it was this woman, shrunk his neck, sat on the flush toilet and looked down at the book, I smiled and took the nail clipper to break my fingers, and both of them hid from the atmosphere without taking a breath, allowing the outside town to bang on the door at a high price. After a few minutes, there was no longer a ring outside the door, and I ran out lightly to look around, turned around and shouted--the alarm was lifted--and Jose slowly stepped out.

Why these two people who are not afraid of heaven are frightened by an old woman who sells flowers is really a good skill of that person. Looking at the large and small completely dried or semi-dried bonsai in the room, I had to admire this amazing flower girl in my heart, and we never won against her.

When the flower seller first appeared, I naively regarded her as a poor old country woman, and because I liked flowers and plants, I warmly welcomed her, and the door of the home was opened in front of her without defense.

"How much is this pot of leaves?" I asked her, pointing to one of the few plants the old woman had placed in a cardboard box on the floor.

"This pot?" Five hundred pieces. As she said to herself, she took out the leaf I was referring to and placed it on my table.

"So expensive? It's only one hundred and fifteen in town! I was startled by her price and couldn't help but scream.

"It's not the town, ma'am." She glanced at me.

"But I can go to town and buy it!" I said softly.

"Don't you have a pot now?" Why bother, huh--。 She smiled at me flatteringly.

"I didn't say buy it!" Please take it back. I put her flowers back in her big cardboard box.

"That's it! All right! Don't say it again. She quickly and automatically moved the flowerpot to the table she had just had, and did not look at me.

"I don't." I stiffened and carried her flowers to the box to return her. "Who don't you want? Obviously, you picked it yourself. She yelled at me, and I took a step back, and her flowers flew from the box to the table again.

"Your price is impossible, it's too expensive!"

"Am I expensive? Am I expensive? She cried out as if she had been wronged, and that's when I realized I had met a powerful guy.

"Ma'am! You are young, you sit in the house and enjoy the blessings, you have water and electricity, you are not hot, you are not thirsty, you are not walking with this big box on your head, you are listening to music, you are cooking, you are being a god. Now I, the poor old woman, have nothing, I came to the door to ask you to buy a pot of flowers, you actually said that I am expensive, I paid such a big price, only ask you to buy a pot, where do you say I am expensive? Where is it? She pressed me sentence by sentence.

"Whew! You are such a strange person, you came out to sell flowers and it was not my idea, how can this account be calculated on me? "I was also angry and refused to sympathize with her at all." You don't want to, of course it won't have anything to do with you, you think about it, think about your life, think about my life, are you buying or not buying my flowers? "

The woman's old face approached me, her terrible wrinkles pulled up, her eyes glaring and gritting her teeth. I was at home alone, scared to death by her. "If you want to sell, you have to sell for a reasonable price, so expensive, I can't afford to buy."

"Madam, I walked all morning, I didn't eat, I didn't drink water, my head was dizzy, my feet were green and my feet were up, you don't have to leave the house for a step, you can have the flowers and plants I sent to the door, do you say this is expensive?" Can you bear to see that I am still struggling with my life at this age? You are so young and live in such a good house, have you ever thought about us poor? "

This woman accused me sentence by sentence, in short, all the suffering she suffered was my fault, I was terrified, I didn't know that I was such a sinner, I looked at her stupidly.

She wore a black dress, tied a black turban, carried a plastic leather bag, her face was deeply wrinkled, and her curls spurted out like a handful of hay under the turban.

"I can't buy it, we're not rich." I still stuck to my position and moved her flowers back into the box again.

Unexpectedly, I returned a basin to her, and she pulled out two more pots in a large cardboard box with her hands like magic, and put them on my table.

"Tell you, I can't afford this price, you go out, don't do it again." I pulled the door down and told her to go.

"I'll go out right away, ma'am, you buy these two pots, I count you nine hundred yuan, automatically reduce the price, you buy me and leave." As she spoke, she sat down with her own words, and she was determined.

"Don't sit down, get out!" I don't buy it. I crossed my hands and looked at her. At this time, she suddenly changed her expression again, and suddenly cried: "Madam, I have five children, my husband is sick again, you have no children, how do you know that there are children of the suffering of the poor... Uh huh. "

I was overwhelmed by the sudden farce of this man, and her suffering, when I opened the door to see the flowers, was ready to be thrown to me to share. "I can't do anything, you go!" I looked at her without a smile. "Then give me two hundred dollars, give me two hundred dollars and I'll go."

"Not for you."

"Give me some water." She demanded again, and in short she refused to go.

She asked for water and I couldn't refuse her, opened the fridge and took out a bottle of water and a cup for her.

She took a sip, took all the water in the bottle, went to water her pot, sprinkled it and sighed, and forced it against me.

"Give me a blanket, do good deeds, a blanket!" "I don't have a blanket." I'm already angry.

"Buy flowers without a blanket!" You always have to do the same! "

I sighed and looked at the clock, Jose was coming back for dinner, there was no time to grind with this man, went into the room and opened the drawer and took out a ticket. "Take it, I'll take your pot." I handed her five hundred yuan, but she didn't accept it, and looked at me with a smile.

"Ma'am, nine hundred pieces of two pots." Five hundred pieces of a pot, which one do you say can be drawn? "I've bought a pot, now please go out!"

"Buy two pots!" I haven't done business in a morning, do good deeds, buy two pots! Please, ma'am! "

It was so much so much that my face turned red with anger.

"You go out, I don't have time to argue with you."

"Whew! People who don't have time should count me, I'm in a hurry to do the following business, it's Mrs. You're delaying time, if you buy the flowers at the beginning, we won't be pulling for so long. "

I heard her so unreasonable that I got so angry that I went up and pulled her.

"Go!" I yelled.

She stood up slowly, put the cardboard box containing the flowers on her head, smiled generously at me, and said, "Thank you!" Ma'am, blessed are your Mother, goodbye! "

I touched and closed the door, it was like a century later, this woman has been entangled with me for half a day, and in the end I still bought it, which is not exactly what she said - if you bought it at the beginning, we would not have ripped it for so long. It's all my fault anyway, and she makes sense.

Pick up the pot of leaves that won the prize and go under the tap.

As soon as the soil flushed, the only flower stem in this pot fell down, and the more I looked at it, the more wrong it became, how could such a small pot grow a few large leaves that were so disproportionate?

Gently pull the stem, it emerges from the mud, this turned out to be a rootless branch, the cut is still fresh, obviously someone cut it from the tree and inserted it in the pot to deceive people!

I dropped the branches and immediately ran out to find this bastard, and not far down the road, I saw this woman sitting on the grass of a small park eating, next to a man of about thirty years old, probably her son, and a medium-sized car parked on the side of the road, and there were several large cartons and pots of flowers. "Whew! Didn't you say you came from walking? I asked her deliberately, and she was as calm as if she didn't understand.

"Your bonsai has no roots, what's going on?" I looked at the sandwich bread she was eating and asked her.

"Root? Of course there are no roots! Sprinkle more sprinklers of water will grow out of the roots, hey! giggle! "You faceless woman!" I stared at her slowly and said the heaviest words to her, and I wouldn't scold anyone anymore.

I scolded her like this, and she was still laughing as if she were deaf, and the man who looked like her son lowered his head.

"The price of root is different, you see how beautiful this pot is, one thousand and two, why didn't you say it earlier!"

I was so angry that I turned around and left, and it was the first time in my life that I had been caught by someone. I took a few steps, and the woman cried out again, "Ma'am! I'll go to your house again in the afternoon and pick it up for you slowly, it's all rooted..."

"You don't want to come again!" I yelled at her, unable to utter any more words, and at such an old woman I felt clumsy like a child.

That afternoon, I went to send a letter, and on the way back I met a neighbor's wife, she asked me about the practice of "sweet and sour ribs", we stood on the road and talked for a while, and when we came back, we entered the door and saw that suddenly there was a pot of leaves on the table in the house that was exactly the same as in the morning.

Taken aback, I sensed that the situation was not good, and immediately looked around for Jose, who was empty of people in the house, and went around to the backyard and saw that he was planting the branch I had bought in the morning into the mud.

"Jose, I didn't tell you about the woman during the day, how could you go to her fool and be deceived by her?" Has she come again? "

"Actually, she didn't lie to me." Jose sighed.

"She's a liar, everything she says is fake, you..."

"She didn't cheat in the afternoon, so I bought another one."

"How much?" We're unemployed, you must be crazy. "

"This woman came as soon as you went out, she didn't force me to buy at all, she only said, you are good to her, give her water to drink, and then she got it wrong, sold a pot of rootsless leaves for you, and now she regrets it, just the last pot left, so come back half the price to us, also count as a gift, don't worry about her." 」 "How much?" Say it soon! "

"One thousand two, six hundred pieces at half price, will grow a big tree in the future, she said." "Are you sure this tree has roots?" I asked Jose, and he nodded.

I pulled the pot of leaves with one hand and pulled them violently, and the second branch of the day fell into my hand, and I was not at all surprised, I was surprised that the fool of Jose had his eyes so wide that his mouth could not be closed.

"How did you get her, she's old, so powerful." Together, we planted this second branch in the backyard soil, hoping that it would grow roots by sprinkling more water.

The first and second rounds of our contact with this flower girl, she won very simply.

A few days later, I was borrowing a sewing machine at a neighbor's house to do some needlework, and this flower girl broke in.

"Ah! Ma'am, I was about to go to you, but I didn't expect you to be here. "

She greeted me affectionately, and I just nodded as if smiling. "Ruth, don't buy her, her bonsai has no roots." I said to the neighbor's wife.

"Really?" Ruth turned strangely and asked the flower girl.

"There is a root, how can there be no root, that lady is mistaken, I don't blame her, please trust me, where, how do you see this pot?" The flower girl immediately held up a pot of beautiful leaves to Show Ruth.

"Ruth, don't fool her, you pull it out!" I said again. "Show me the roots, and if there are roots, buy them."

"Oops! Ma'am, this will pull out the death! How can you buy flowers to pull out! "

Ruth smiled and looked at me. "Don't buy it, tell her to go." I said. "If there is no root, we don't buy it." Ruth said.

"Well, you don't trust me, and I can't pluck my flowers to show you. Well, I'll take two hundred dollars each from your two wives, and I'll leave two pots of flowers, and if there are no roots as you say, then they'll have withered when I come back next week, and if they do, I won't take any money. "

This flower girl actually did not play tricks, did not purr Su, that day was very crisp.

Ruth and I listened to her very reasonably, and each of them paid a deposit of two hundred and left a pot of flowers.

After four or five days, Ruth came to me, and she said to me, "My bonsai leaves have withered, and I have sprinkled a lot of water and will not live!"

I said, "Mine is also withered, and this time the woman will not come." "

Unexpectedly, she came on time, and the flower seller inquired about her flowers as soon as she came. "Withered, I'm sorry, the two-hundred-dollar deposit is back." I held out my hand to her. "Whew! Madam, my flower is worth five hundred pieces, in case it withers, I will not ask you for another three hundred pieces, we have agreed to be good, why don't you keep your word? "But I have two hundred deposits for you?" You forgot? "

"Yes! But I also had turquoise bonsai for you at that time, which was worth five hundred! You only paid two hundred, cheaper than you. "

I was flipped over and over by her, confused again, and looked at her in a daze. "But now thanks, withered." What do you say? "I asked her." I have nothing to say, I only have to move back, don't take a dime from you, I only keep my word. Saying this, the old woman took the withered bonsai away, leaving me to talk to myself around my fingers, untangled.

In this third round, I paid two hundred dollars and didn't even get a pot.

Compared with all those who came to sell, the strength of this old woman was the most fierce, and the average man was completely out of her appearance.

"Ma'am! Good day! Do you want eggs? "

"What's the egg!" Come back in a few days! "

"Good! Thank you and see you soon! "

I looked at these men and thought they were really loyal, so that if they were not entangled, the income for a day would be much worse.

Once a middle-aged man who had never been seen before came knocking on the door.

"Madam, do you want to buy a pot?" His haggard face resembled that of a seriously ill man. "Pot? Don't, goodbye! "I turned him back.

This man was so stupid that he didn't say a word, nodded at me, and walked away carrying a large number of his bumpy and concave pots.

I looked at his scrawled back, suddenly regretted it, opened the window and called him again, he actually didn't hear, I locked the door, took the money and chased him out, he was already on the next street.

"Hey! Your pot, take it down and take a look. "

The price he wanted was unexpectedly low, I bought five pots of one size, but it was only two pots of money to spend, and when I gave him the money, I said to him: "So far away, you can sell it at the same price as the market!" "

"Enough money, good day!" The man carefully packed the money and left in silence.

These are two completely different types, and I naturally like the latter, but when I see these men who sell things, I will always feel sorry for a while, not as crisp as I do with flower girls.

The flower girl used to come to the area where we lived to do business, and every time she came, she would always hang around our house for half a day.

One morning she came again, standing outside the kitchen window and shouting, "Ma'am, do you want to buy flowers?" "Don't." I yelled at her.

"Today was good." She leaned in.

"Good or bad can't believe you, forget it!" I still looked down to wash the dishes and refused to open the door. "Oh! Send you a pot of small flowers. She suddenly handed in a tiny pot of henna from the window, and I froze.

"I don't want you to send me, please take it back!" I reached out to look at her, she had gone far and waved happily at me!

Although this pot of henna is something she does not charge money for, but unexpectedly bloomed well, a week later, the flowers continue to emerge, I like it very much, carefully take care of it, and the next time the flower girl comes, my attitude is naturally much better.

"The flowers bloomed so well, and this time you didn't lie to me."

"I never lied to you, it was just that you wouldn't take care of the flowers, so it's not my fault that they withered and died." She said triumphantly.

"How much is this pot of flowers?" I asked her.

"I'll send you, ma'am, and please introduce business for me later."

"That's not good, how can you afford to lose money in a small business, I'll give you money." I went to get three hundred dollars out, she had already escaped, and somehow I suddenly felt good and sorry for her.

A few days later, Jose came home, and when he looked up, he was shocked to find that there was a large vine-climbing plant in the house.

"Sanmao!"

"Don't be angry, this time there is a root, I bought it automatically." I hurried to explain.

"How much?"

"She said to pay in installments, five hundred at a time, four installments."

"Small fish catch big fish, hmm! Send a small pot, sell a pot of extra large. Jose grabbed the small pot of henna and gestured to throw it against the wall.

I opened my mouth wide and looked at Jose, yes! That's right! This person still made my money, just a change of wrist, why didn't I think of it earlier! That's right!

"Jose, we are about three chapters of the Law, this woman is too powerful, she comes, one does not open the door, two does not open the window, three does not reply. These points must be done, otherwise we can't get her, passive resistance, pay attention, passive resistance, do not make direct contact. "I repeatedly tinked Jose and myself.

"Can't you say anything?"

"No." I said firmly.

"I don't believe in this evil." Jose murmured.

On Saturday afternoon, I was taking a nap, and Jose was going to the neighbor's house to fix the washing machine for a wife, and he went for a long time and came back with a small pot of henna in his hand. "Ah! Inge sends you flowers? "I'll take it right away.

Jose looked at me with a wry smile and shook his head.

"You --?" I looked at him in amazement.

"Yes, yes, the flower girl at in the Inge's house, alas--"

"Jose, are you an idiot?" I was angry.

"I didn't know Inge, the poor old woman, crying in front of her again and again, and then suddenly came up to me and said that she was going to give me a small pot of flowers, just like she had always given us."

"She said -- always --?" I asked Jose.

"You think, how kind I misunderstood Inge, we are taking advantage of this poor old woman, I had to take the money out of my pocket."

"Jose, didn't I tell you not to come into direct contact with her repeatedly?" "She didn't contact me today, she was looking for Inge, I was fixing the washing machine, and I suddenly lost so much that I couldn't even figure it out."

"Do you dare to say goodbye to the world's greatest salesman?" Jose? I asked him softly.

Jose shook his head in embarrassment, locked the door in horror reflexively, quietly looked out the window, and gently asked me: "Do we dare to see this genius again?" "

I shouted, "Don't you dare! Don't you dare! "Hold your head up and don't look out the window.

Since that day, this great flower girl has not seen us again, but we often tremble behind the curtains and look up at her style!