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卖柴火的是个将近古稀的老头儿,干瘦干瘦的,虽然年迈却很有精神,只是稍微有些驼背,他几乎天天都从我的门口经过,带着那头跟他一样干瘦的小毛驴。这一天,我叫住他,问他柴火是怎么卖的。“50块钱一车,便宜卖了。天太冷,早卖了早回家。”他说。“40块怎么样?”我跟他砍价。“这是俺花了35块钱从20里以外的木材厂买的,您再给添两个子儿,怎么也得让俺们挣点儿,行不?”老头儿憨厚地笑了笑。我打定主意只给他40块,多一分也不给。因为我根本就不相信他说
The old man who was selling firewood was an old man who was thin and thin. Although old but very spirited, only slightly hunchbacked, he passed through my door almost every day and took the little donkey that was as thin as him. On this day, I stopped him and asked him how the firewood was sold. “50 dollars a car, sold cheaply. Heaven is too cold, sold early to go home early.” He said. “How about 40?” I bargained with him. “This is how you spent 35 yuan to buy from a lumber mill that is 20 miles away. If you give two more children, how can you make it worthwhile for us to make a profit or not?” The old man smiled generously. I made up my mind to give him only 40, and I didn’t give it more. Because I didn’t believe him at all