"Sir, to tell you the truth, let alone reporting to the official, it is useless even to go to the provincial capital. There are eight hundred beggars in Xijing City, not to mention one thousand. With so many people, you just know that they have stolen Who will claim your money?"
The innkeeper paused and said in a helpless tone: "Don't say that the government officials couldn't catch him. Even if they could catch him, they would just scold him and let him go. He might even get into trouble with you next time. "
Yue Guanchao looked at Xu Xiake, and when he saw him nodding, he knew that the innkeeper was not talking about him, and sat down on the foreign bed with a thud: "Hey~ Fortunately, the money is not much, if there was more money, wouldn't it be that these little bastards would take out the house? ?”
"This isn't a problem at all. All my records are stamped with stamps from my travels to the city. Without these stamps, my hard work this year would have been in vain~"
When Xu Xiake thought of this, his face was as distressed as gold paper. He lost everything else as well. Without closing the disc and sealing it, he couldn't even enter the gate of Chongxuguan Mountain.
"Brother, I blame you if you ask me to say it. I only managed to save more than ten yuan by tightening my belt and saving money. What nonsense are you talking about when you say you're fine~"
Yue Erpao and Xu Xiake coincidentally aimed their guns at Yue Guanchao. What he said made him feel shameless for a moment. He held his sleeves and muttered: "I didn't know this place was so evil. If it's good, it's bad. But if you can't get revenge, Officer, are you just going to let them go like that? Otherwise, we go to the homeless camps to look for them, maybe we're lucky and we can run into them."
Song Siyuan pinched her chin, chewed her teeth and said: "It's only fifty oceans. If we delay for a few more days, we still don't know how long it will take to go to Qinling. The blind old man's matter has not been figured out yet. We can't do it because of these trivial things." Things are delayed.”
"That's true, but what about my Guan disc? I have to find Guan disc."
Xu Xiake looked sad and sat on the sofa with his chin in his hands.
"Daozhang Xu, if these children really regard your things as antiques, will they go somewhere to sell them directly?"
Song Siyuan recalled that the items mentioned by Xu Xiake all looked old and shabby. At first glance, she thought they were antiques.
Xu Xiake bit his upper lip and said anxiously: "It's impossible for an antique shop. They don't accept children to buy and sell antiques, because children are not adults at all. If an adult comes to regret it, it will ruin the business. Once antiques are bought and sold, You can’t go back on your word at all, this is the rule in regular shops.”
"What if it's irregular?"
Before Song Siyuan finished speaking, Xu Xiake seemed to have thought of something, and his eyes lit up: "Yes, I forgot about it, there is an irregular antique shop."
"The customer said it was the Little Dongmen Ghost Market on Dongda Street!"
Xu Xiake nodded to the innkeeper: "Yes, it's the Xiaodongmen Ghost Market. This place has been dirty since the previous dynasty. It specializes in dirty things and the like. These things of mine can be considered antiques. These bastards are looking at this place. The things are of no use, and I definitely want to sell them for money. If we can’t look for them before we leave, we must go to Xiaodongmen once.”
Song Siyuan looked at everyone, obviously agreeing with what the little Taoist said: "Brother Xu is right. Whether it is right or wrong, we have to try our luck. If these children are really there, maybe they can even be found in Dayang."
"Brother Xu, when will the ghost market appear?"
Ghost markets are generally devoid of people. They are mostly chosen in the early morning when the sky is blue or in the evening when the sun sets. Pedestrians are in a hurry and sellers are in panic. As long as the sale is completed, no one you know will be there when you meet again.
Xu Xiake's eyes widened: "At seven or eight o'clock in the evening, when it gets dark, the Xiaodongmen Ghost Market is the most active. There are people practicing stalls until the early morning of the next day."
"Now, I think there are still two or three hours. We have to go to Xiaodongmen now. We will wait until we get there. Maybe the market will open."
Song Siyuan picked up her pocket watch and counted the time. The sunset was still there, and it was still some time before dark.
"Daozhang Xu, where is the small east gate?"
"Near the inner wall of Changle Gate, the place where we eat is across the barbican."
…
Xijing City, Northeast Corner, Refugee Camp
Tarpaulins fluttered and bells rang.
The rickshaw wheels rolled through the wet mud in the snow with the ringing of bells, creating two narrow ruts. Tang Dayang walked briskly into the alley humming a folk song, and all sorts of strange things returned to the yard.
The gate of this courtyard faces the north, and there are thick earth houses with rammed yellow mud on three sides. The yellow mud is covered with broken tiles and straw on the beams, which is equivalent to a roof.
This family is living a decent life. Several square windows are covered with snow-white silk tissue paper, and the window panes are spotless. Wooden awnings extend out of the eaves and windows, which are connected to the shack on the right side of the door. Together with the awnings in the yard, The millstones and old wells have been cleaned, and the rammed earth and yellow mud in the yard have been splashed with water. It doesn't look muddy when you walk on it, and only a layer of fine dust is slightly rippled.
He walked into the yard, put the rickshaw into the hood and covered it. He took the oilcloth handkerchief and wiped the car up and down. Then he walked carefully into the stove, scooped up half a ladle of sweet water, poured it into his stomach, and pressed it down. The dryness and heat in my heart.
Although it was winter, he had been running all day without his feet touching the ground, and he was not cold at all. He lifted up his leather hat, and his stubby hair was breathing hot air.
"Brother, you are back. You are making a lot of money today."
