"Gu! Gu! Gu!"
"Mr. Gu!"
A rapid voice sounded from the mouth of the old man holding the dry smoke pot.
Seeing the other party's expression, Gu Ning'an smiled and responded: "Butcher Liu, it's Gu... Do you think you recognize me?"
suck! suck! suck!
The old man picked up the cigarette pot and took a few puffs, but found that he had not even lit up the cigarette.
He took a deep breath, and the hand holding the cigarette rod was obviously shaking. He calmly looked at Gu Ning'an and whispered: "Mr. Gu... are you a human or a ghost?"
Wow!
The neighbors who were crowded together were frightened by this abrupt sentence and scattered. Only the old man and a slightly stout middle-aged woman were still standing in front of Gu Ning'an.
Without waiting for Gu Ning'an to respond, the middle-aged woman pointed at the shadow beside Gu Ning'an and said, "Old Zhang Liu, what are you talking about...Mr. Gu must be a human being, where does the shadow of a ghost come from?" ....."
Gu Ning'an looked at the middle-aged woman for a while, then paused and said, "You are the youngest daughter of Carpenter Zhao's family, Zhao Liu, right?"
"Sir, you actually remember me?" Gu Ning'an nodded: "Of course I remember. When I bought the table and chairs, I was short of two coins, so you and your father begged me to give me a discount."
"Yes, yes, at that time my father scolded me for turning my elbows outward... Speaking of this, Zhao Liu changed his tone and said with a sigh: I never thought that more than twenty years later, Mr. Just like back then..."
Without saying anything more about the fact that his style has not changed after more than twenty years, Gu Ning'an responded with a smile: "Is Mr. Zhao still okay?"
"My father is quite strong. He keeps yelling about doing carpentry work every day, but he can't stop him."
Gu Ning'an said: "Just be tough. I'll come to see him another day."
"Okay! Then let me tell dad, he still talks about you from time to time..." Zhao Liu's demeanor at this moment did not look like a middle-aged woman at all, but more like the one who was talking to Gu Ning'an back then. A little girl who can blush and stutter.
"Oh? Is he talking about my two coins?" Gu Ning'an joked.
Zhao Liu nodded helplessly: "My husband really made it right."
"Okay, the time for reminiscing about old times is long. I'll buy some things first." After saying that, Gu Ning'an glanced at Butcher Liu who still looked wary, and said helplessly: "Gu doesn't eat people."
Hearing this, Butcher Liu said with a smile: "Hey, Mr. Extraordinary, I am old and timid as a sesame... Don't be surprised."
"Hey." With a long sigh, Gu Ningan nodded to the disturbed neighbors and walked away.
After he walked away, the neighbors who had dispersed to watch gathered together again.
They surrounded Zhao Liu and Butcher Liu and kept asking questions.
Zhao Liu didn't want to say anything more. He just said "Sir is a good man" and left in a hurry.
Butcher Liu, the only old neighbor, became the target of crowds.
Butcher Liu couldn't stand the "siege" by everyone, so he told the story about how Gu Ning'an looked like this more than 20 years ago.
After hearing such shocking news, everyone finally understood why Butcher Liu had asked people "is he a human or a ghost" as soon as he opened his mouth?
For a while, the neighbors once again expressed their opinions.
Said that Gu Ning'an was a ghost, not a ghost... said that this gentleman was too handsome to be human... and said that regardless of whether he was a human or a ghost, he had to move overnight, etc... ...
"Okay, okay! Don't talk behind people's backs!" Tiaolang, a big-bodied and round-waisted man, slammed his broom on the ground and yelled at the neighbors gathered together: "Didn't Zhao and Liu say that there is no trace of the ghost? Mr. Gu has a shadow."
"To put it another way, when have you ever seen ghosts appear during the day and treat people so politely?"
"Zhang Biao, you said that Mr. Gu is too handsome to be human, why didn't you say that you are as handsome as a ghost?"
"And boy from the Qian family, you are moving, do you have the money to move? You can spend half of the penny you have picked up, and you are still talking about moving, you are not ashamed!"
"One by one, if you are really too free, why not learn from Lei Ben and help Auntie and I sweep the streets?"
After being laughed at by Tiao Lang, all the neighbors stopped staying here and dispersed.
"Hey, this Mr. Gu has an extraordinary temperament, where does this ghost look come from... His appearance has not changed for more than twenty years, and he is almost an immortal!" Mrs. Tiaolang said, and looked at him again. Lei Ben, who "swept thousands of armies" among the weeds, shouted loudly: "Lei Ben, do you think so?"
When Lei Ben heard this, he immediately stopped what he was doing: "Auntie, I like plump people!"
Tiaolangshi:......
...
After wasting some time at the door of the house, Gu Ning'an arrived at the morning market at chen o'clock.
When he came down from the mountain, he didn't have any money on him. He was thinking about paying off the "yokan" money that Grandma Sun had borrowed on credit, so he planned to come to this morning market to set up a stall and work on his old profession of fortune telling and calligraphy. , earn some money.
Because he arrived late, Gu Ning'an only found an empty seat at the corner of the market.
But it doesn't matter if the location is small. After all, he came with nothing and doesn't need a large location at all.
Picking up a piece of gravel from the ground, Gu Ning'an sat down cross-legged and used the stone to write two rows of large characters on the ground.
[When writing, bring your own pen and ink. 】
[Look at the fortune, the hexagram gold will follow the fate. 】
On the side, the hawker selling rattles saw him and couldn't help but give Gu Ning'an a thumbs up: "Scholar, you are doing this business for nothing."
"By the way, writing and fortune telling are two different professions. What on earth do you do?"
"Taoist priest or scholar?"
Hearing this, Gu Ningan shook his head and chuckled, but did not respond.
When the rattle vendor saw this, he didn't ask for trouble. He held a rattle in one hand and kept shaking the rattle in his hand when he saw the children to attract business.
Time passed by, and even though the stalls were remote, many vendors around them were open.
Only Gu Ning'an couldn't do anything.
"Scholar, you'd better come back to set up a stall after you've made enough preparations. You've got your own pen and ink to write with, so who's going to do the writing?"
"And that's about reading faces. If you're dressed like this and reading faces, who will believe you?"
"If you want to do business, you have to find some decent things, right?"
The rattle vendor saw that Gu Ning'an's business was bleak, so he couldn't help but speak again and give some advice.
Hearing the kindness in the other person's words, Gu Ning'an opened his eyes with slightly closed eyes, looked at the other person and smiled: "Don't be impatient when doing business... If there is no business today, then I will come back tomorrow. "
"You..." The rattle vendor looked like he hated iron, and sighed: "How about this, I want to go home for a meal, you help me look after the stall, and if I sell one, I will share it with you. How about 30%?”
A rattle vendor sells ten cents for ten cents, and the 30% is equivalent to three cents. After removing the cost, it is basically equivalent to a half-and-half split with the vendor.
Obviously, this hawker felt sorry for Ning'an and wanted to help.
"Go back, I will help you look after the stall." Gu Ning'an nodded.
The rattle vendor grinned, explained the price and other matters to Gu Ning'an, and left quickly...
