"Are you going to buy it or not? If not, leave immediately. Don't delay our business!"
"Here! Five kilograms of stick noodles, tall, take it!"
"Don't worry, I won't bring anything worthless.
At the stall, several young men were selling grains in full swing, while Mazi was sitting there smoking a cigarette with his legs crossed and a cigarette in his mouth, looking very leisurely.
"Business is good!"
At this time, Chu Heng came to the stall with a smile, and touched the rice bags on the stall with his hands, wanting to see the quality.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa but but a boy slapped his hand away rudely and glared: "Dont move around. These are all for food. Who will sell them to us if they are dirty?"
Seeing that he dared to stretch his claws against his boss, Wan Xiaotian stopped. He pointed at his nose and scolded: "Who the hell are you trying to do? I'll kill you, believe it or not!"
"Aha, are you here to cause trouble?"
The younger brother was not timid at all and puffed out his chest with a sneer: "Come on, try using your hands!"
The other boys who were greeting the guests put down what they were doing and looked over with unkind expressions.
"Let's see who has the heart of a bear and the guts of a leopard!" Mazi stood up at this time and pulled away the younger brother who was blocking him. He was about to say a few words when he saw that the person coming was actually the elder of Sijiu City. , his face turned pale with fright, and he hurriedly kicked the boy who had just hit Chu Heng in the palm: "You're blind!"
Immediately, he hurriedly ran out from the backstage of the stall and came to Chu Heng with a flattering look on his face: "Master Chu, this little brother of mine is too blind to see Taishan. Your Excellency, you don't remember the faults of villains. Please give him a break."
The man in front of him was a master who stomped his feet so hard that the whole city would tremble a few times. He was not something he could afford to offend.
The people at the stall were shocked when they heard that the person in front of them was the Mr. Chu whom their boss often talked about. They stood there in a daze, not daring to move, and didn't even pay attention to someone buying something.
"Don't blame those who don't know."
Naturally, Chu Heng would not care about such a trivial matter. He glanced at the stall with a smile and said, "Your business is not small."
"Hey, just make a living." Mazi forced a humble smile on his face, and hurriedly picked up half a bag of white noodles from the stall and handed it over: "Take this, special Fuqiang flour, the steamed buns will be big and sweet !”
"No need, I took it from my heart." Chu Heng smiled, waved his hand, and asked, "What's your price for this?"
"Coarse grains are fifty cents, fine grains are one dollar and two, and this kind of rich and strong powder is more expensive, one dollar and five cents." Mazi said hurriedly.
"It's not cheap!" Chu Heng raised his eyebrows. The price is not much better than that of Sijiucheng.
Mazi didn't know what the old man meant, so he had to carefully explain: "It's the same price now. It wasn't cheap when we harvested it in the countryside. Coarse grains cost 40 cents, so it's just hard money."
"It's really not cheap."
Chu Heng nodded, then took out the cigarette from his pocket and dispersed it, saying goodbye: "Okay, you guys should be busy, have a drink another day when you have time."
"I'll invite you then."
Mazi stood respectfully and watched.
Leaving here, Chu Heng continued to go deeper inside, looking thoughtful all the way, and bumped into people a few times because he was distracted.
Wan Xiaotian had no choice but to run ahead of him to clear the way to avoid accidents.
In this way, he didn't come back to his senses until he wandered to the deepest part.
At this time, there was no one around them, and there were only two stall owners in front of them, standing alone in the corner.
One stall sold pots and pans, another a bronze sword!
"Um?"
Chu Heng's eyes were quickly attracted by the sword, and he walked over without thinking.
Before coming to the stall, he first glanced at the sullen stall owner, and then knelt down to look at the bronze sword. However, the foreign wax ordered by the stall owner was a bit dim, so he couldn't see it clearly, so he could only look at it. The stall owner asked: "Can you get started?"
When the stall owner heard the Jingli accent, his eyes suddenly lit up. Without saying anything, he stretched out his hand and made a gesture of invitation.
After getting permission, Chu Heng picked up the sword and looked at it carefully while shining it with a flashlight.
The shape of this piece is a typical object from the early Warring States Period. It is about sixty centimeters long. The blade is well preserved. It is slightly irritating when you run it with your fingertips. What is even more rare is the thick patina on the sword. Something with a big door opening.
"Eh?"
After looking at it, Chu Heng found seven inscriptions on the hilt of the sword and suddenly became surprised. He quickly took a flashlight and took a closer look, but he could only barely make out the word "Zi Zuo".
"nice one!"
Chu Heng put down the bronze sword with envy, then stretched out his hand to inquire about the price from the stall owner.
After the two shook hands, the stall owner quickly quoted a price of three hundred.
It's really not expensive. If you send this thing to a cultural relics store, it will cost at least two thousand!
But now and then, at this place, three hundred yuan was definitely a sky-high asking price. Chu Heng rolled his eyes and directly counter-offered to fifty...
He's not short of money, but he can't be the boss, right?
Ever since, the two of them started to have a fierce exchange of words, you take off ten yuan, I go up by five yuan, and it took a while before the transaction was completed at a price of one hundred and one.
Chu Heng quickly counted the money and handed it to the stall owner: "Please order some."
The stall owner took it and checked it carefully twice, then took out a small-leaf red sandalwood sword box from behind and placed it on the stall. Without saying a word, he stood up and disappeared into the night.
"This old man doesn't even want any more cloth." Chu Heng put the bronze sword into the sword case in a funny manner, picked up the pieces of cloth lying on the ground, balled them up and threw them to the stall owner selling pots and pans next to him. He held the sword box and rode back.
Seeing this, Wan Xiaotian hurriedly came over and said, "I'll hold it for you."
"Go, go, stay here, don't let me break it again." Chu Heng didn't appreciate it. He pushed him away with a look of disgust and hugged the sword box tightly.
Wan Xiaotian scratched his head angrily, and Dian Dian followed behind him.
Unlike when they came here, they just started to spend a lot of money when they went back.
Meats, jujubes, chestnuts, walnuts, mushrooms, day lilies, almost everything I could buy, the big cloth bag was filled to the brim in no time.
"I wish I had brought more bags." Chu Hengyi looked at Wan Xiaotian who was carrying the bag loudly, and sighed regretfully: "Let's go back."
Wan Xiaotian wiped the sweat from his head with a look of relief, and followed his footsteps with shaky and heavy steps.
Still buying?
You deserve my life!
After the two walked back for a while, Chu Heng suddenly stopped and looked at a stall full of people ahead.
"Yours is too expensive. Cheaper, three yuan a pound, I'll give you five pounds!"
"Just four yuan, do you want it if you like it?"
"No, why are you so stubborn?"
"That's right, I'll accept it when it's good.
…
This conversation aroused Chu Heng's interest. The price of pork in the pigeon market in the big city is about two yuan, but the stall owner's meat costs four yuan, which is obviously not pork.
"Let's take a look." Chu Heng squeezed into the crowd curiously and saw an unpeeled sika deer lying on the ground, one of its hind legs had been bought.
