The bill seller said in a kind tone: "Little brother, don't you know that in winter? Cotton bills are more expensive than cotton. Now it's good to be equal."
Li Laifu gave him a cigarette and said: "Tomorrow, bring all the cotton tickets, all the cloth tickets, all the Class A liquor tickets, Class B liquor tickets, and Class A cigarette tickets to me to clear them out for you."
The ticket seller said excitedly: "Little brother, are you telling the truth?"
"Isn't this bullshit? I'm not free to tease you?" Li Laifu said with a look of disgust. Anyway, he didn't want to keep the cash, so it was basically useless.
Li Laifu suddenly remembered something and asked: "I heard people say that there are antique sellers in Pigeon Market. Why don't you see them here?"
The ticket seller smoked a cigarette and said: "Little brother, you are overthinking. Our pigeon market is outside the city. Almost all the people who come here are farmers from the east. How can those old people and young people selling antiques come here?"
"Where is that?" Li Laifu asked casually.
The ticket seller said without hesitation: "Do you know about Guijie? It's just inside our Dongzhimen wall. That place? It has been a famous ghost market since the early years. Nowadays, a bunch of old people and young people still look for it."
Li Laifu has heard of the place, but has never been there. That place is a coffin shop street. What young kid would run there?
The ticket seller hesitated for a long time, and finally expressed his thoughts and asked: "Little brother, do you still have pumpkins? Can you give me some in exchange for my brother?"
Li Laifu stretched his head over and whispered, "I have stick noodles."
The ticket seller looked around nervously, then hurriedly pulled Li Laifu back a few steps to the big tree and said: "Little brother, you must not say this!" Pumpkin is not considered a real food. After all, it rots quickly and can only be eaten in time. Bangzi noodles are a serious food, here? Do you know how many eyes are watching? Look at those people who exchange grains for only three to two kilograms, and they turn a blind eye. If you really want to get more than 50 kilograms of grain, you may not leave the pigeon market? They have to be arrested. After all, those big-brimmed hats are also short of food, no matter what family they are? It's not like they can save 50 kilograms of grain these days, so those police officers will catch the criminals right away. Maybe they can follow the clues and make meritorious deeds if they catch the criminals, even if they can't catch them? You definitely can’t explain the food! Food confiscated? They can still divide it, little brother... You have been happy to cooperate with me a few times. The eldest brother and your little brother are also close, so I will say a few words to you. "
Li Laifu was shocked, his eyes rolled around, and he thought to himself, your mother's seniors who came first were selling millions of kilograms of grain on the black market, how did they get to him? 50 pounds can kill someone?
In order to cover up his embarrassment, Li Laifu said: "Fuck, you scared me. I only weigh ten or eight pounds. How much do you think I weigh?"
ah?
The ticket seller smiled awkwardly and said, "Little brother, I'm sorry. I was too nervous. I was thinking about how you changed the pumpkin last time. I didn't expect you to be so heavy."
Li Laifu got through the test, but he thought in his heart that this person was good.
As the two continued chatting, Li Laifu also asked him about the locations of various pigeon markets in the capital.
You can't hang yourself from a tree. It's safer to commit a mobile crime. Li Laifu thought to himself.
Li Laifu looked at the sky and said, "Brother, I will try my best to exchange pumpkins for you tomorrow. I have four pheasants, do you want them?"
The ticket seller looked at him and said, "Yes, why don't you want it? Don't say four? 40 will be fine too."
Li Laifu blinked. Damn, this guy seems to be a man. He obviously didn't believe what he said about ten or eight pounds of stick noodles? All I have to do is tell him directly that pheasants can be sold, but not others?
"I'm leaving, it's dawn," Li Laifu felt frustrated. He was still young, and these people were all fucking veterans.
When I arrived at the Dongzhimen Pigeon Market, there were a lot of people leaving. I picked an alley and took out my backpack, loaded it with two hens and a pound of rice and headed home.
When we arrived at the alley entrance of Nanluogu Lane, a breakfast stall was set up. There were really not many people eating breakfast, just a few old people in coats with bird cages under their feet.
These old people used to have breakfast, go to a teahouse, go out to a restaurant at noon, and take a bath in the afternoon. Alas! Now only breakfast is left? This finally made them stubborn. They suddenly remembered a TV series they had watched in their previous life, where they had to wipe their mouths with meat skin every time they went out...
"Little boy, why are you standing here looking at me if you don't want to buy something?" The old man had quite a stubborn temper.
"Get 15 meat buns," Li Laifu shouted.
The old man was not done yet. He was holding a birdcage in one hand and drinking soy milk in the other. He was quite poor and said, "Boy, do you have money? Don't think about running away with the buns. That old six who makes buns , His ancestors raised horses in the palace and were very fast."
The old man was also very idle, drinking soy milk and teasing Li Laifu.
Li Laifu glared at him and said, "What? His ancestors raised horses, and he runs so fast? His ancestors crossed horses."
puff!
A mouthful of soy milk sprayed onto three tables.
Two old men got sprayed all over their backs and stood up and said, "Fifth Master, you are not being particular. The back of my coat is all wet. We didn't drink a single sip of the sour bean juice? What do you think we should do?"
"Master Qin, Master Zhao, this is a misunderstanding. I was teasing and playing with this kid. This kid said that Xiaoliu's ancestors were crossed with horses. I couldn't hold it back for a moment. You can pay the bill first. I'll pay for it tomorrow morning. .”
Li Laifu said righteously: "You old man coughed on your own! Did you accidentally spray it on someone else? Why don't you just say that you don't have money when you don't have money? You still rely on me, I know your noble surname!"
The fifth old man pointed at Li Laifu and said: "You little brat is too talkative and lacks great virtue. Little Liuzi said you run fast? It's because... it's because your ancestors crossed with the palace horses. .”
The little old man who was making buns had already taken out his rolling pin. Li Laifu said calmly: "I don't even know you. How did I know that your ancestors raised horses in the palace? This old man here thinks you don't have enough bean juice. I’ve been muttering and scolding you for a long time.”
The little old man making the buns looked at Li Laifu, who was speaking righteously, and then at the old man who was apologizing to the two people in front of him, and said: "Fifth Master, I have paid for three days of breakfast for you. Please pay it back." .”
The fifth old man was stunned. Li Laifu took the rhubarb paper bag from Xiaoliu's apprentice. There were 15 buns in it and gave him money and food stamps.
The fifth old man calmed down and said: "Xiao Liuzi, what do you mean? When did the fifth master ask you for anything? Why do you still want to ask for a debt from me in front of outsiders?"
Xiaoliuzi was also anxious. He knocked on the chopping board with a rolling pin and said: "Xiaoliu Xiaoliu? I'm going to be 60 years old soon, and you still call me Xiaoliu. I was about to get married back then. What the hell! You're scratching your head when you cross the threshold." As for the basket, you haven’t called me Xiaoliu enough after decades! The Qing Dynasty has been ruined by that prodigal bitch. You are still living in the past, and you still fucking show off to me and call me Xiaoliu? Hurry up and pay for breakfast. Here you go, get out of here."
