"Are you sure this is a second-hand market?" Xiao Peng looked at Barton with a confused expression.

Barton said, "Of course. Our whole county will trade here. ”

Xiao Peng looked at the trading market in front of him, uh, how do you look at it, it is a large agricultural market, the seller parked the car, set up a four-corner tent, there are a few small tables in it, and the items he wants to trade are placed on the table, and the stall is opened.

Barton laughed, "It's the weekend, and the weekend market is the liveliest. ”

Xiao Peng looked at this 'most lively' bazaar speechlessly, uh. It can't catch up with the pedestrians on the road in any city in China, but it's not bad, the small towns in the United States are generally deserted, except for the house is the car, it is rare to see people, but in this market, I saw so many people, it was a rare lively scene.

Barton is also proud: "It's the intersection of four nearby towns, so everybody comes here to trade, and it's the liveliest place we have here." ”

Xiao Peng looked up at the sky, Xiao Peng really wanted to say to Barton that there are more people than you in any vegetable market in Huaxia, so it's better not to tell him the truth.

However, it can also be seen that it is indeed a weekend, some are a large family out, and some couples are walking slowly, in short, it gives people the feeling that they will never waste a good time on the weekend. There are also pets to go shopping, and often meet acquaintances, I always feel that the meaning of everyone coming here is not like shopping, but like passing the time, well, it is similar to the square dance of the old Chinese people.

Xiao Peng looked at the items on sale, uh, didn't it say that it was a second-hand market? There really is everything sold here.

There are those that specialize in selling chili peppers, all kinds of chili peppers: round, long, red, green, uh, and yellow, and they seem to be doing well, and there is a lady who specializes in selling homemade popsicles and ice cream? Xiao Peng was curious to buy one, not to mention, it tasted really good. There are also those that specialize in selling fruits, organic food, and organic vegetables, and Xiao Peng even saw an island girl setting up a stall to sell island tea!

There are many other things to find here: homemade bread, freshly brewed coffee, handmade soaps, homemade honey, egg pickles, pork sausages, organic vegetables, cauliflower sprouts, cocoa coffee, dim sum honey, noodle bread, and even the 。。。。。。 that Xiao Peng saw selling foals Xiao Peng looked at it and felt that he was in the wrong place. What is this? Farmers' market?

Barton seemed to see Xiao Peng's puzzlement, and said with a smile: "The front is mainly for agricultural product trading, let's go to the back, there is a second-hand trading market." Barton led the way on his motorcycle, greeting acquaintances from time to time. Xiao Peng followed behind, and looking along the way, Xiao Peng suddenly understood what Barton said, why people here don't discriminate against blacks. Because there are no blacks here at all! Xiao Peng can see yellow people here, see Mexicans, and Indians can also see two, selling Indian jewelry there, but he doesn't see blacks.

Barton said that Arizona was a state with few black people, and that black people were rare in such rural areas. Now in the United States, the number of ethnic minorities has almost caught up with the number of whites, but the minorities are still mainly concentrated in the cities, and there are not many blacks in small villages and towns like this. So they don't have to care about race at all, and the problems brought by blacks have basically nothing to do with them.

Following Barton to the back of the market, Xiao Peng was sure that he had indeed come to the second-hand goods trading market. The first thing that catches my eyes is a pile of neatly hung second-hand clothes, and there are all kinds of second-hand shoes on the ground.

It is strange to say, the Chinese nation has always had the virtue of thrift and thrift, but the natural rejection of second-hand goods, of course, what antique coins and the like are another matter, and, the old things of the Chinese people would rather send relatives and friends, rather than donate, this traditional concept is engraved in the bones, but in the rice country that has always had the suspicion of extravagance and waste, the thrift market is very popular, they buy and donate, in the eyes of most rice people, there is no distinction between buying new and buying old goods, just different choices, and there is no instinctive aversion to old things, and it is precisely because of this that there are special warehousing Taobao people in the United States, and there is such a profession as a garbage treasure hunter。

Xiao Peng was full of curiosity and walked around here, in addition to old clothes and old shoes and hats, there are really a lot of old goods bought and sold here, what old decorations, old books, coffee cups and coffee pots, old household appliances, old furniture, old cars, old farm tools, old pots and old bowls, as long as the price is marked, they are all sold.

Xiao Peng is also interested, anyway, the buyer hasn't come yet, he walked around at random, this visit, Xiao Peng is completely opened, only he can't think of it, there is really nothing that can't be found here, he even saw the old-fashioned dial-up phone! This is a rare thing that can only be seen on TV, I don't know if it can be used, and it feels very good to buy it back and put it at home. And the old-fashioned mechanical typewriter, which crackles and feels weird, and it's a good souvenir to keep at home, right?

There are also people who sell postcards, according to the state of the United States, according to the country, at least tens of thousands of pieces, Xiao Peng admired the owner of this postcard, can he think of selling this? Could this also be used to collect?

There are also piles of old black and white photos, all kinds of badges, old-fashioned cameras, old-fashioned records, old watches and old wall clocks, Xiao Peng even saw a big plastic 'eighty thousand' in a pile of miscellaneous items! That's right, it is eighty thousand in mahjong, Xiao Peng looked around, and he didn't see any other cards, and his feelings were just like this, and he also took out and sold it. Xiao Peng was very curious about how much it could be sold for, so he went up and asked, and it cost fifty meters。。。。。。。 Awesome!

Xiao Peng was still strolling there, and Barton happily walked over with two large watering cans: "Xiao, do you have anything you want to buy? Look at the good things I have found, a watering can made of white iron sheets, one for one meter of gold! In the future, it will be more convenient to take care of those flowers that are simply planted." ”

Xiao Peng smiled: "I'll just take a look here, in fact, there is really nothing I want to buy。。。。。。 Hey, what is this?" Xiao Peng saw a vendor behind Barton selling a low-cabinet phonograph, or a hand-cranked one. There are several that sell gramophones on the market, but this one is undoubtedly the most individual, because its shell is engraved with Russian and painted with Soviet hammer and sickle marks.

The boss is a blonde young man, which is rare in the thrift market, and the people who do business here are generally not young, but as soon as the young man speaks, Xiao Peng knows that this is Russian, just listen to his Russian English, if there are two countries in the world where people speak English the most difficult, the first is undoubtedly an island country, and the second, it must be Russia, because the pronunciation habits of Russian are completely different from English, that feeling is like you let a Northeast person learn Jiangsu and Zhejiang dialect, that is a variety of tongues are not good.

Seeing that Xiao Peng was interested in the phonograph, the young man explained enthusiastically: "Hey, my yellow-skinned brother, are you interested in this?"

Xiao Peng looked at it with interest, not so much that he was interested in this gramophone, but that he was interested in the hammer and sickle mark on it, and it was not easy to see this mark in the United States. This is a symbol of communism, which is not mainstream in the United States. The young man saw that Xiao Peng was interested in this mark, and hurriedly covered the cover of the gramophone. The coat of arms of the Soviet Union is prominently painted on the gramophone cover. Ears of wheat, earth, hammer and sickle, uh。。。。。。 But to be honest, as soon as this small square cabinet phonograph is covered like this, Xiao Peng actually thought of the urn first, which is really amazing!

When Xiao Peng was still guessing which former Soviet leading cadre's gramophone should be, the young man took out a pizza box, opened it and saw that it contained a record, and then looked closely, it turned out to be a 'skull record' made of X-ray films, and the young man introduced it very enthusiastically: "These are all good things left by my grandfather, believe me, they can still be used now." After speaking, he directly took out a random sheet from it and put it in the gramophone, and shook the handle on the side a few times------ this is still an old-fashioned hand-cranked phonograph.

When the young man finished stringing, the old gramophone really turned, and inside was a man singing, country music.

This is amazing! You can play music when you tighten the strings? You don't use electricity? Xiao Peng saw this thing for the first time, and he thought it was incredible.

"Roy Akaf. Barton said this thoughtlessly.

"Huh?" Xiao Peng was puzzled.

Barton explains, "The song was sung by Roy Akafe, who was known as the king of country music back then. There is one thing that can explain the influence of Roy Akaf back then: during World War II, the soldiers of the island country used to shout to the soldiers of the United States, 'Die Roosevelt, Barbie, die!'"

Xiao Peng nodded: "Don't say it, it feels really good to listen to music with a gramophone, especially soft." ”

As a result, as soon as Xiao Peng finished speaking, he heard someone on the record shouting in a hysterical voice, it was in Russian. The young man who sold the gramophone looked embarrassed, and Xiao Peng's Russian, which he could only listen to and could not speak much, was put to use. I understood the meaning.

Barton asked curiously, "What happened just now?" What is that shouting on the record?"

Xiao Peng smiled: "It's Russian, which means, 'What? You still think you're going to hear the latest music? Back then, the Soviet Union's underground bones records often recorded the angry words of a shoe angry Soviet youth. ”

The young man listened to Xiao Peng's words and was very interested: "What? Do you know Russian?"

Xiao Peng smiled: "It's not good to say it or not, it's too difficult for you to pronounce Russian." But listening is still not a big problem. This gramophone is kind of interesting, how much does it cost?"

The young man stretched out a finger: "One thousand meters of gold!"

Xiao Peng didn't want to think about it, and replied to him with a finger, but it was the middle finger: "Damn, why don't you grab it!"

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