The old farmer whispered quickly, "Twenty meters ahead, there is gray trousers and a black cotton-padded jacket, carrying a bag on his back and holding a bamboo basket in both hands."
A customer who was eating at a breakfast stall glanced at the left side while eating, quickly determined the target, drank the tofu puffs in one gulp, and said to a friend next to him with a smile, "This time Please." After saying that, he stood up and walked along the stone street. Then he wiped his mouth vigorously with his left hand without using a handkerchief.
After this action, some pedestrians on the street or some traders in the morning market began to slowly move forward along the road.
The man who hadn't finished his breakfast smiled, took out his money, took a picture of Table Mountain, and said, "This tofu puff is pretty good, no need to look for it."
"Hey! Thank you, boss. Please go slowly." The boss replied with a smile and began to clean up the dishes left by the other two.
The customer did not walk along the street, but crossed an alley on the opposite side and went to a grocery store with a public phone. He picked up the phone and dialed a number. After about a few seconds, the other party picked up and said, "We have a visitor!"
Qian Jinxun's voice also came out, saying, "Look for an opportunity to administer the medicine."
"It's already started," the man said.
Qian Jinxun said, "Okay, let me know the result."
The man said, "Understood." Then he hung up the phone, walked forward quickly, then walked to the left through a small alley, and came to Shitou Street again. After a while, he found a coordinate, that is, the old farmer had put down the pick and lifted up the tarpaulins on the two loads.
The man walked over and said, "Hey, good stuff, give me a bag." As he said that, he handed over the money he had prepared. The old farmer handed the other person a small bag of flour with his left hand and collected the money. He said, "Absolutely freshly ground, delicious."
The man nodded, then looked in the direction where the old farmer was looking after collecting the money, and saw the backpacker standing in front of a pancake stall, waiting for the other party to bake pancakes. There was a guy wearing a cloth-brimmed hat about five or six meters behind this kid on the left side, looking in his direction.
So the two parties immediately looked at each other, and he nodded slightly towards the other party. Both parties began to pretend to buy something and wandered around the area.
The pancake maker is an experienced businessman, and his hands and feet are very nimble. In addition, he opens the stall very early, and has baked a dozen or so pancakes in advance. Anyone who comes to buy them can take them away directly.
But today he met a big business, and the other party ordered sixty pancakes at once. It made him smile. After agreeing, he immediately started putting it on the hot pot.
Seeing this, the backpacker looked around and found a porridge shop on the left, so he said, "You bake it for me first, and I'll buy something else."
"Hey, okay, you are busy." As he spoke, he continued to work.
The backpacker walked up to the porridge shop with a basket and said, "How do you sell pickles?"
There is a young boy here who saw a customer and immediately said, "Oh, boss, we have porridge here and can eat pickles for free. We also sell steamed noodles and steamed buns here. These are good products that are rare to see on the market, and they are very good." cheap."
The backpacker shook his head after hearing this and said, "I don't want anything else. I just want to buy some pickles, and I want a lot of them. Can you give me a price?"
The guy was startled when he heard this and said, "How much... do you want? I'll ask our boss for you."
The backpacker pointed to the small basin on the table. This basin was filled with cabbage sticks, radish skins, the cheapest kind of pickles, and there was plenty of salt. If anyone comes to eat, they can grab a small plate and eat it for free. The backpacker said, "Just this small basin, give me two basins."
"Oh, wait a minute, I'll ask you a question." The waiter turned and entered the porridge shop at the back.
At this moment, the backpacker heard a shout from behind him, saying, "Hey, thief! Catch the thief!" He immediately became vigilant, because after all, this is a Kuomintang-controlled area, and as long as he is exposed, the Chinese agents will not give him any trouble. Eat the good fruit.
But the backpacker kept his expression. Like most people, he looked over with more curiosity than surprise. He saw not far away, only fifteen or six meters away, probably next to the place where he bought pancakes just now. There was already a small cloud of white mist. There were two figures fighting in the white mist. A boy wearing a hat waved his hand vigorously and pushed the other person hard. The figure opposite said "Ouch" and immediately fell to the ground, shouting, "Catch...catch the thief. He stole my money...!"
He fell down and hit a bag on the ground. With a "pounce", another burst of white mist splashed out from the bag, but it was a bag of relatively high-grade white noodles. Fortunately, the man fell on the bag and was not injured. He fluttered twice and wanted to chase after him. In the end, he ran two steps, turned back, picked up the torn flour bag, and shouted again, " Are there any patrolmen? Catch the thief...catch..." he shouted as he chased him forward.
The backpacker did not move rashly and looked around, but found nothing wrong. Seeing the excitement, the pedestrians on the road dispersed and began to go about their own business again.
At this moment, someone spoke behind him and said, "This guest wants to buy our pickles."
The backpacker looked back and saw that in addition to the guy who just spoke, there was a man wearing a half-worn quilted cotton robe next to him. Wearing the melon skin hat from the old days, he was smiling at himself. Seeing him looking over, the other person said, "This gentleman wants to buy our pickles?"
The backpacker said, "Yes, how did you sell it? I want two pots." He pointed to the small pot again.
The shop owner said, "Oh, I have never sold it like this before. Why don't you give me a dollar?"
It is said that the current legal currency is becoming less and less valuable. In the past, you could take a rickshaw from one end of the city to the other for only 35 cents. Now it takes several pieces to do it, and it takes more than ten turns and turns. Therefore, for the price of two pots of pickles, the boss didn't ask for much.
The backpacker nodded, took out a dollar from his pocket and handed it to him, saying, "Can you find something to pack it for me? It's easy for me to carry."
"Yes." The boss turned to the waiter and said, "Go and take out the oil paper and wrap it up for this gentleman." The waiter agreed and started to work.
The backpacker took advantage of this time and sat on the bench next to the stall, observing the surroundings as carefully as if he were watching a street scene...
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