When Comrade Li Chunwang approached, this eloquent uncle was still there with a mouth hanging, and there were four or five people standing around, all of whom seemed to be watching there with the mentality of seeing novelties, and only two of them squatted on the ground and chose at will.

Continue to listen to the uncle say: "Just because this thimble has withdrawn from the stage of history, its collection value is reflected." Of course, if it is a vintage thimble, it is collectible in itself. I happen to have some people here who are old, people who know the goods can take a look, after this village, there is no such shop, and the opportunity is not every day......"

Li Chunwang found that the eloquence of selling fake antiques is also very important. This reminds him of when he was in the MLM nest, they have one thing in common, that is, they want you to pay money, but it makes you feel that you are not buying something, but preparing to get rich overnight, as if you spend this money, and tomorrow there will be a lot of money falling from the sky and smashing on your head. But only if you have to pay for it today.

Li Chunwang didn't have any interest, but thinking about it, he still squatted down, ready to choose one.

It's not that he also wants to get rich overnight, but he has been called a "thimble" for so many years, and he has never worn a thimble, let alone has a thimble.

The thimble, as the name suggests, is worn on the finger when mending clothes, like a wide ring with a small pit on it, which is used for mending clothes.

Some fabrics are harder, not good to prick the needle, at this time the thimble can play its purpose, the finger put on the thimble to the end of the needle, it is worn through, simple and practical.

It's just that in today's society, who still sews and mends their own clothes, and throws them away if they are a little old, let alone those who have money. Therefore, the thimble will inevitably withdraw from the stage of history, and at the same time, it also shows that people's living standards have improved.

The uncle's cowhide has now been blown out, and Li Chunwang and the others are left to pick and choose there.

Li Chunwang found that these thimbles looked like thimbles, and they were almost the same as a larger ring. There are beautiful patterns on it, and the shape is very modern, and it looks like a handicraft from the factory.

Li Chunwang chose a silver thimble with a ghost head mask on it, the ghost head mask seemed to be inlaid on it, and it seemed to grow on it itself, and the few small pits on it were neatly arranged and looked very good.

He picked up the thimble and put it on the middle finger of his right hand, which was just the right size to cover the small black mole. Li Chunwang looked up at the gray-bearded uncle and said, "How much?"

The uncle smiled, with an unfathomable look, and said: "Young man has a good eye, this thimble, but it has been many years......"

Before he finished his words, Li Chunwang took off the thimble, pointed to a line of small characters on the inner wall, and slowly read them one by one: "Two, zero, one, nine, year, eight, month......"

Li Chunwang's voice was not small, and the people around him could hear it, especially the two people who were also selecting next to him, turned their heads and looked over.

The uncle hurriedly interrupted Li Chunwang's words, for fear that he would continue to read. said: "Today's fate, I hit it off with the young man at first sight, this thimble is a bridge between us, you mean it." ”

"Okay. Li Chunwang didn't talk nonsense, took out his mobile phone and scanned the QR code on the stall, transferred ten yuan, and then waved his hand, not taking away a cloud.

The corner of the uncle's mouth twitched, and he was helpless when he met such a master who could bargain.

In fact, the lights in the night market were not very bright, and he didn't see the words inside the thimble at all, but he knew that these were all wholesale, a few cents a piece, Li Chunwang thought about it, and he could only admit it, in fact, it was not planted, but it was a little less than he imagined.

Li Chunwang saw the words on it just now, but it was not 2019 at all, but some other cumbersome ancient texts, which he didn't know either, so he read them casually.

This is just a small episode, Comrade Thimble still has to go to buy wine and vegetables now. Before he arrived at the location, he met an acquaintance, the old man Zhao who sold herbal tea next door, he was holding a cold dish in his left hand and a small wine jar in his right hand, obviously this was the Huagu wine that they both loved to drink.

Thimble called: "Uncle Zhao." ”

The old man Zhao smiled and said, "Thimble, go! ”

Yes, the two of them are old acquaintances and old drinking friends, so don't say anything, let's go.

Li Chunwang took the wine jar in Old Man Zhao's hand and walked back. He also shook the wine jar in his hand, and said as he walked: "This is three catties, right? It seems that Uncle Zhao is in a good mood today, what good things did you meet?"

Old man Zhao smiled mysteriously, but his expression seemed to be blooming, and he understood and said, "Aunt Hua is wearing a cheongsam again today?" or is it the one with the forks on her waist?

Old man Zhao smiled at the thimble, blinked, and said seriously: "Don't be so vulgar." ”

Comrade Thimble hated iron a little, and said: "Uncle Zhao, can you have a little talent, every time you look at it, you will leave, if you like it, you have to fight for it, the boss is not small, what are you waiting for?"

"In a few years, if your body doesn't work, even if Hua Gu takes the initiative to come to the door, then you can only cry out in vain!"

Old man Zhao raised his hand and gave the thimble a burst, and said angrily: "Gua Wazi, you know a fart, and you don't have any ideological realm at all." I think about the little square inch under my navel all day long. ”

Li Chunwang immediately sneered at each other and said, "Fart, it seems like you have a high level of ideological consciousness, but in the end, you don't have to think about that little bit of space." You are not a literati, you are a literati, and you don't look at how old you are. ”

", go buy some peanuts. "Thimble was kicked in the ass. I went to buy peanuts.

Hua Gu is still very famous on this street. Widow, childless and daughterless, brewing a good wine, in her forties, well maintained, she looks like she is in her thirties, she is very good at dressing up, her figure is extremely hot, she likes to wear cheongsam from time to time, or the kind with high slit.

For middle-aged and elderly people in their forties and fifties, the lethality should not be too strong, and a large area will be swept away. The middle-aged and elderly women of the entire night market have collectively created a slogan for this purpose, that is, "fire prevention, anti-theft and anti-Huagu." ”

Old man Zhao lost his wife in his early years, and later because he had to pull his two sons, he never looked for it. In his early fifties this year, his two sons have also married and bought houses in the city, and they have their own houses and cars, so they don't have to worry about it at all.

The two sons are still very filial, not only give him money every month, but also want to take him over to live together, but the old man refuses, saying that he is used to living here, who knows if he is reluctant to live with that flower girl in his heart.

After weighing half a catty of peanuts, the thimble came to Old Man Zhao's house, which was actually next door to the White Swan's house, and there was a wall between the two of them.

The thimble came to the backyard, the headlights were bright, and the old man sat in a rocking chair with a copy of the Book of Changes in his hand, reading it with relish. There is a small table next to it, on which cold dishes are already placed, as well as two small wine glasses and two pairs of chopsticks. Everything is already in place, just waiting for the peanuts and flower wine in the hands of the thimble.

The thimble glanced around the small courtyard, it was still the same, an osmanthus tree, the wall was overgrown with creepers, the yard was clean, and on the other side of the shelf, there were some old man's tools for doing wood work in a regular manner, and there were some scattered pieces of wood in the corner.

The old man was not a carpenter, he was idle, and liked to make little things for his grandson to play with, and although he didn't live together, he still had to visit them from time to time.

The wine table is supported under the osmanthus tree, but unfortunately it has not bloomed yet, otherwise, the smell of the fragrance can also be used as a side dish.

He put the thimble on the peanut and wine jar, pulled over a wooden stool made by the old man and sat down, poured wine on the two wine glasses, picked up the wine glasses, and shouted, "Uncle, go one." ”

Old man Zhao put down the "Book of Changes" in his hand, picked up the wine glass and touched the thimble. "Ziyo~", "Ziyo~". A glass of Huagu wine goes down to the stomach, and the taste is refreshing.

The thimble took a bite of cold food, and said with a smile: "No wonder Uncle Zhao is so happy today, it turns out that this is Hua Gu's private brew." Uncle Zhao, is there a play?"

Hua Gu's private brew is easy to sell people, and the gossip fire of the thimble has quietly burned.

Old man Zhao smiled mysteriously, did not speak, but took the initiative to pour a glass of wine for the thimble before speaking: "Go one." ”

Ziyu~, another glass of wine went down, and Old Man Zhao was still silent. The thimble couldn't hold back, and asked curiously, "Tell me, what's going on?"

Old man Zhao felt that the heat was almost in control, so he smiled and said, "In the future, you won't have to make any more jokes about Aunt Hua, you have to call Aunt Auntie." ”

When did you take it down, I live next door to you every day, why don't I know?"

Old man Zhao knocked on the thimble again, and said: "There are many things you don't know in this world, you know everything, and you don't become an immortal." ”

Thimble was not angry, but was a little unconvinced, his big gun had been abandoned for almost a year, and it seemed that there was no home. Old man Zhao, the old iron tree has bloomed, do you have to work harder.

Comrade Thimble wanted to look up to the sky and sigh a little sadly, but unfortunately, he saw the old man's balcony on the third floor, a black and red cheongsam waving in the wind, unusually enchanting.

Comrade Thimble came from sorrow, got up and found another wooden stool in the courtyard, drove the old man off the rocking chair, and let him sit on the wooden bench, which made him feel more comfortable.

Thimble rolled up his sleeves and said, "Come, drink order, tonight I will drink you down so that you can't go to bed." ”

"Come on, who's afraid of whom?"

On the second floor of the White Swan's house, on the balcony near the courtyard, the White Swan was watering a few pots of flowers, very slowly, and a little absent-minded. What seems to be waiting for?

Soon, the voices of two men singing sounded downstairs, the tune was like a country song, like a dialect, but it was catchy. Especially the two men who drink alcohol sing, which has a unique flavor.

It's the lyrics that make her a little speechless, although she hasn't researched it, but she can hear a rough idea, it should be about ten.

If you don't believe it, you listen.

A pressure cooker

I'm mad at that aunt

Kill that aunt

There's a flower girl next door

The soup is made with goji berries

And what's more, what's the girl's wine, whatever?

The two of them sang and gestured with their hands, two round things, who didn't know that the woman with big breasts and big buttocks, this old and young woman was too lewd.

Thinking about it, she still looked down at herself, she was not small, and she was considered big among her peers, but it still seemed to be a little far from Hua Gu.

Alas, what's wrong with me, what's the comparison with that woman? I've been getting more and more nervous lately.

scolded the two people downstairs in his heart, but his footsteps didn't move, so he lay on the balcony on the second floor, holding his cheeks, and his thoughts might have flown out of the clouds.

But the phrase "there's a flower girl next door" can always pull her back. And only this sentence did she really hear correctly.