Jiangcheng has been an important town in the country since ancient times. It has a profound history and culture. Collections of cultural relics from past dynasties can be found here. Treasure hunters and collectors come here in an endless stream, so it has also formed a unique culture of antique collection.
Antique Street is the place where Jiangcheng has the most comprehensive collections and the largest concentration of collectors and treasure hunters. Of course, it can also attract tourists who come to Jiangcheng. In addition to the numerous antique shops on both sides of the street, a unique street stall culture has also been formed on the periphery.
. Just spread a few newspapers, an old cloth on the ground, and put some old items on it and you can start a business.
Even though you have to pay the market management fee, there are also differences in the location of the street stalls. Those who get up early and occupy a good position will always have several businesses coming to the door during the day. Therefore, before dawn, the stall owners who occupy the position will set out their belongings.
For Xu Qing, he was just passing by and had no interest in the old objects on display, not to mention he only had ten dollars in his pocket.
"Brother, please buy a book for the old lady!" A mother-in-law with gray hair on her temples started selling old books on the stall in a low voice. Unexpectedly, the words just came out of her mouth, which caused a burst of laughter from the stall owners nearby.
"Mrs. Hua, didn't you see the dewy look on this guy's face? He might have run away because of a dispute with his family. There is also a guy who is reading a book..." A man was dressed like a landlord in a copper suit and a melon skin hat.
Lao Cai's stall owner said.
"Look at his outfit, I'm afraid he can't even take out a red card."
Xu Qing was walking in a hurry, wearing a tank top and shorts. He had fallen down in the park just now and had a lot of grass clippings and dirt on his body. He really didn't look like a rich man.
The old woman smiled nonchalantly and said, "The cheapest book is only five yuan a copy. It's not expensive. It's a good sign that it's open so early in the morning."
"I think Mrs. Hua is going crazy trying to open a business. Are your quotations and books on the Republic of China worth five yuan each?" Someone else ridiculed.
Hua Laozi comes to take a seat early every morning, but the business is very light, and it has not been open for the past two days, so she takes the initiative to shout, hoping to open and make a good omen.
Xu Qing unexpectedly stopped and squatted beside Hua Pozi's stall, casually flipping through the old books. When he picked up a broken atlas with the cover off, his right eyelid twitched suddenly, and there was unexpectedly something in his pupils.
A thin square piece of paper appeared, with an elephant clearly printed on it, and the words Qing Dynasty, Post Office, Five Cents of Silver, etc. written on it.
"Stamps?" Xu Qing's heart skipped a beat and he flipped through several pages, only to find that the stamp with the elephant on it was flipping with the page, as if it was stuck to the page.
He tried to pick at the page with his fingers, but the stamp did not move. There were gaps in the page. An idea flashed across Xu Qing's heart. Xu Qing was startled and quickly closed his eyes. When he opened his eyes again, the page was restored.
As it is, it seems like a momentary illusion.
"Brother, this book is quite old. If you like it and get it for ten yuan, it will be considered as a book for the old lady..." Seeing Xu Qing's lack of interest, Mrs. Hua couldn't help but start mumbling in a low voice again.
"How about eight yuan? I still have two yuan left to take the bus." Xu Qing put down the atlas, patted the grass clippings on his pants and stood up.
Mrs. Hua pondered for a moment, picked up the atlas, stuffed it into Xu Qing's hand and said, "Okay, take the eight yuan..."
A deal can be made early in the morning. If this is a sign, even if Xu Qing presses a few more dollars, the old woman will accept it. She has already had this atlas authenticated. It is not an isolated copy of an ancient book, but a very common early printed matter.
, not worth a few bucks.
Xu Qing was happy. He took out the crumpled banknote from his pocket and handed it over. He rolled up the atlas and put it in his pocket, took the change and turned around to leave.
After wandering out all night, Xu Qing has made a decision to go home. No matter how much his sister-in-law complains, he will insist on doing the work introduced by Sister Zhu. No matter how hard and tired he is, he must support himself.
Xu Qing did not take the bus, but chose to walk. The two yuan he saved was just enough for breakfast at the snack stall downstairs.
When I walked to the breakfast stall, I ran into an acquaintance again, the beautiful landlady Zhu Xiaoling. At this time, she was lowering her head to sip the soup noodles. Her back was turned to Xu Qing, but she could be recognized at a glance from her back.
"Boss, a bowl of noodle soup costs two yuan..." Xu Qing called in a low voice. Noodle soup that costs two yuan is very rare in Jiangcheng. It can only be found in such remote snack stalls. It can be regarded as a small profit but quick turnover.
Bar.
"Okay! A bowl of uncensored noodles."
This is a father-son stall, the father is in charge of the cooking, and the son in his early twenties plays the role of the waiter. This shout is even more original, attracting the two young people who followed to join in the fun.
"Boss, give me a bowl of thinly sliced pork noodles..."
"Hmm! I want it to be more precise and add more Wutenglan...wrong, it's beef brisket..."
Hahaha……
One stone stirred up a thousand waves, and Wu Jian actually brought out Wu Tenglan, which caused a burst of laughter from the diners. Zhu Xiaoling also turned around in surprise. When she saw Xu Qing sitting behind her, she frowned slightly, holding a noodle bowl.
He walked over directly and sat across from him.
"Eating noodles?"
"Um!"
It happened that the boss's son brought the noodles over. Hearing the conversation between the two, he smiled slightly and said, "You should use fresh noodles to eat noodles!" After saying this, he pointed to the old soy sauce on the corner of the table.
Zhu Xiaoling remembered an advertisement slogan, and the corners of her tight mouth suddenly raised an arc. She glanced at the uncensored noodles in the bowl and said with a smile: "Add some ribs for him."
"Okay!" the boy responded and walked back with the noodle bowl.
"No need..." Xu Qing squeezed the two dollars in his pocket, feeling a little uneasy.
"No need, sister, please." Zhu Xiaoling seemed to see Xu Qing's difficulty and smiled: "Where did you go last night? Your sister-in-law didn't sleep all night. If you are in trouble, I didn't say what happened yesterday...
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"No, I have to do this job, but I have to trouble you with something." Xu Qing bit her lip and said, "I will definitely do the job well, just don't tell my sister-in-law."
"Well! Go back and have a good rest first. I'll call you when I'm alive." Zhu Xiaoling nodded in response, got up, paid the bill and left. Xu Qing looked at her graceful back and felt a warm feeling of care in his heart. Sister Zhu Zhu
He is still a nice person, but he looks a bit tough when he loses his temper.