“卖肉喽,每公斤10元。”集市上飘荡着肉贩子那嘶哑的河南腔。“给我来3公斤。”一位乡下人站在了肉摊前。“3公斤——肉——来——了。”贩子边唱边乜了一眼顾主:“一个50多岁的乡下佬,宰他一下。”于是他放了一块肉,麻利地将秤高高提起:“不多不少,3公斤。”“这么神,秤没问题吧?”乡下人双眼紧盯着秤,脸上露出了疑惑的神 “Meat myself, 10 yuan per kilogram. ” Market float meat traffickers that hoarse Henan cavity. “Give me 3kg. ” A countryman stood in front of the meat stalls. “3 kilos - the meat - come on.” “Monogamy side glanced at the client: ” a 50-year-old country guy, kill him look. “So he put a piece of meat, deftly Lift the scale high: ”not more than a few, 3 kg. “ ”So God, the scale no problem? " Countrymen eyes tightly fixed on the scales, his face revealed the god of doubt