It's a very interesting place, close to the embassy and close to the place where Europeans settled in Kyoto. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoHowever, the back alley is a relatively poor place, don't think that living in the imperial capital must be very generous.

Their greatest possession is the house they cannot sell, and the house they live in.

In addition to the fact that old Kyoto has a traditional stall culture, when all the stalls in Kyoto are cleaned up, there are still the last little stalls left.

By the time Si Fan arrived at the stall, it was already half past four in the middle of the night, and the early shop had already begun to get up and make breakfast.

And after a day of traveling, Si Fan didn't want to delay a day of waiting. After taking a short nap, I was already in a taxi to the intersection.

"Dude, are you looking for a ghost market in Kyoto? This is all a place for the old man and the old lady to replace some new gadgets, and Pan Jiayuan will not go. Now it's all about scamming money. The driver and Si Fan were poor all the way, and they didn't forget to tell Si Fan when they parked.

"Okay! Master!"

After responding, watching the driver leave, Si Fan raised his thumb until the driver left.

"This Beijing man is really poor!" Si Fan whispered, suddenly laughed at himself, and walked into the street.

In the narrow streets, you can see groups of people wandering down the streets, occasionally looking at the things on the side of the street, and those people are old. It's really not all poor people who dress.

There are really a few old men's clothes, and it is estimated that they can cover half of the stalls on this street.

The first thing you feel when you walk into the street is that it is quiet.

It's as if the people here don't bargain at all. It's such a quiet street, and no one speaks. Some of the stall owners did not have a price on their items. It's all something new.

Si Fan's gaze quickly crossed over these things, there was almost everything here, from clothes and shoes to socks and gloves.

He even saw boxes of masks on a stall.

If there's one thing that's the scariest thing about Kyoto right now, it's probably smog. This thing is too powerful, and Si Fan specially prepared a box of masks before coming to Kyoto.

Looking at this mask, it is estimated that someone at home bought more online and took it out to sell.

A few more went on. It's everything, nobody yells, and nobody talks to you.

Across the street, there was an old man in a military coat with an old postal car next to him, shaving someone's head.

Sitting and shaving his head was a sixty-year-old man with a string of beads in his hand like an old monk.

After passing by the old lady in front of me, I saw that some of the things sold by the old man were more high-end.

There are actually small appliances and the like. Pushing the tricycle, they also had bits and pieces like cotton cups on the cart.

If there is one thing that is the most valuable and attractive to the elderly who come to wander around, it is the toys used by children. All sorts of things abound, both those who know and those who don't.

Now Si Fan's eyes are on a stall selling toys.

To say that he sells toys is a bit broad. This stall is dedicated to selling building blocks.

This is not the current Lego bricks, there are card slots to press on. The bricks were all old-fashioned wood blocks, and he placed them on the side of the road haphazardly.

He didn't care about watching the lively Si Fan, he was just concentrating on building blocks there.

This building block is also a science, this uncle building block is obviously a master, in his hands appeared a model of Roman architecture with a strong mosaic style!

It looks like a palace, built with countless building blocks, and the load-bearing inside is arch-rolled, and the building is supported by a flat round arch between the blocks.

Now it is estimated that the time to build the blocks is also an hour or two. But he's so at ease, no one cares about watching from the side, as long as he doesn't ask about the plus, he doesn't care about anyone, and he's been playing by himself.

There are also many people watching the excitement on the side, all watching him play.

It is estimated that some "god catchers" will not be able to manage others when they come.

Who can control people to build blocks and play! I guess it's just to drive them home.

As the saying goes, the layman looks at the liveliness, and the insider looks at the doorway.

As an architect, Si Fan is very familiar with the styles and mechanical properties of various buildings, especially after this period of time, the design with the help of the system has been improved to a higher level.

He turned out to be just an apprentice level. Then it's a teacher now. At the beginning, it was all plagiarism, and now you can make some small designs of your own.

However, in his opinion, it is still at the level of elementary school students.

The person in front of him is the level of a kindergarten for the building. There are a lot of problems in many places when building, but he seems to belong to the kind of wild road, which always makes Si Fan feel different.

Because people use the rules of building blocks, rather than actually building houses, many places have been inspired by genius.

"Little brother, how do you sell this block!" "The old man who had just shaved his head from the opposite side walked over with the bracelet in his hand at this time, and looked at the block and said in a voice that could be called a fly's language.

The uncle who built the block shook his right hand into a fist in front of him.

The old man smiled and said, "I can take ten yuan as you like?"

He didn't care about 3721, he took off his clothes and wanted to go around.

Ten dollars in his hand was placed on the block he was building.

The uncle shook his head: "No, I just sell one block for ten yuan, you can take a piece from the outside of the block I built without touching the other blocks!"

A little smile and confidence hung on his face, and he still held the building blocks and placed them on it unhurriedly.

At this time, most of the building has been built, and there are about twenty or thirty pieces left to cap.

Each of these blocks is the size of a palm, and it is definitely not the kind of building blocks that children play with.

The old man happily put all the blocks back, and instead of taking back the money, he escaped again, and put a fifty green ticket on the uncle's blocks.

Lying on the ground, he began to buckle out two long strips from below.

"It's an imitation of Tetris, right? It looks pretty much the same, but the shape has changed slightly. Si Fan watched to himself as the old man pulled out the two blocks that he thought were more important from below, and then stood up triumphantly, as if waiting for the blocks to collapse.

However, it was useless, the uncle was still stacking the blocks steadily, and after a while, he added seven or eight pieces, even if the old man was blowing hard with his mouth next to him, it didn't make the blocks tremble for half a minute. (To be continued.) )