Wancheng Railway Station. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

On the eve of the Spring Festival, waves of crowds poured out from the small exit, and the huge railway station square was full of people.

The crowd of people who were running around had just gotten off the train, and some of them couldn't change their accents for a while, speaking hometown dialect mixed with foreign accents, and there were happy smiling faces everywhere when they returned home.

In the end, no matter how brightly dressed or down-and-out people are, they all eventually become a country accent.

On the left of the railway station square is a two-story small commodity market, and on the right there is a street of books.

Diagonally across the street from the square is the central bus station.

Coming out of the railway station square to the bus station, the roadside is full of all kinds of small stalls.

Yan Fei has already inquired, and the most lively place in the city is this one. He flew over here more than once at night, and he went around here for a while, only to be questioned by the policeman's uncle who was on night duty at the police booth next to him for a while.

At that time, the policeman's uncle had to send him home, which caused him to talk a lot of nonsense before the policeman's uncle believed that he did not run away from home.

Early in the morning, he carried two large snakeskin bags and took a place on the corner of the railway station square on the side of the road, ready to start his new career of earning money.

He thought he had arrived early enough, but in a few moments, the empty space around him would be occupied.

The things on the small stalls next to him also opened Yan Fei's eyes, they were simply varied, and there were no surprises.

From "Story Club" to Qigong cheats, from various Chinese medicinal materials to children's toys, as well as ancestral secret recipes that cure all diseases, jade products that don't know whether they are true or false. There are also a few things that are obviously carved out of wood, and the one who sells things is not said to be the magical ornaments of the master's consecration, the effect is more magical than the ancestral secret recipe Turin next door, and the price is not much more expensive than the ancient jade handed down from the Han Dynasty in the stall next door......

When the sun crawled out lazily, Yan Fei had a hunch: Did he come to the wrong place?

There are all kinds of people selling around here, and there are more people coming and going, and there are all kinds of people who buy everything, but they are squatting here to sell sweet potatoes by themselves, and none of the people who buy things ask him about sweet potatoes.

Squatting until he was a little hungry, Yan Fei stood up and ran to the stall selling baked cakes next to him to buy four or five baked cakes.

"Little brother, are you here to sell sweet potatoes?" When he paid the money, the sister-in-law who sold the baked cakes asked him.

"Yes, I'm all fresh, you see how big you are, you want to sell it in the city and earn some tuition. Yan Fei replied with a bite to the baked cake.

"You sell sweet potatoes and go to the central market! It's in the center of the city, you go from the intersection over there, turn right at the third intersection, and it's not far away. If you don't know, ask for directions and ask about the past. Nobody wants sweet potatoes in this place, unless you bake them!"

"Why doesn't anyone buy this?"

"It's all coming and going to catch a taxi, who buys a bunch of sweet potatoes and carries it on the road, and besides, this thing is not worth much, when it's cheap, it's a dime, and now it's only two cents, why buy this thing? You can still sell it here when you go to the central market, don't expect it here!"

Yan Fei was immediately devastated.

That's right, many people here have come back from hundreds of miles and thousands of miles from other places, who will buy a bunch of things to feed the pigs at home and bring them back?

gnawed on the baked cake and watched it for a while, and even the magical jewelry stall opened by the master was surrounded by two people bargaining, but he still didn't open it. It's just that he is still a little unwilling, and he is now entangled between whether to go or not.

Looking around, I suddenly found that there was an uncle not far away, who actually had a bone for sale.

What is idle and boring, this is it. Yan Fei couldn't help but lean over and asked, "Uncle, can this bone also be sold?"

The uncle smiled contemptuously: "Tiger bones! Have you seen it?"

Yan Fei shook his head honestly: "I haven't seen it, bones can be sold, what are you doing?"

It's not the peak of the flow of people at this time, and there is no business yet, and the uncle doesn't mind continuing to talk to Yan Fei: "It's very useful......!

This tiger bone has too many functions, Yan Fei didn't remember it clearly, he just wondered: "This thing is so godly, why is it sold?"

The uncle stretched out his palm and split his fingers: "Five yuan!"

Retract four more fingers, and shake one index finger vigorously: "One or two." ”

Yan Feileng paused for a moment before he understood: "Five yuan a tael?"

The uncle withdrew his fingers, crossed his legs, and ignored him like an old monk meditating.

This is not angry, the key is annoying, Yan Fei thinks this is quite unreliable, but after a while, someone really came to inquire about the price and asked about the efficacy. Although that person was reluctant to buy it because the price was too expensive, Yan Fei looked at his sweet potato stall, and now he hasn't sold a single sweet potato, so depressed!

He also specially prepared a new scale.

The old scale of Song Ji in Sanchahe Town, a century-old brand, how good the new scale, it is not particularly useful.

Turning his head and looking at the tiger bone uncle not far away, that guy was actually about to make a business. At this moment, he was holding a small hacksaw, sawing the bones with a creak, and using a piece of paper to pick up the sawn off slag, and he looked distressed.

Yan Fei was a little angry.

Whether it was the jade of the Han Dynasty or the artifact of the master's enlightenment, he didn't understand it at all, and it was difficult to say anything. But the bone, he believed, was definitely a cow bone, at least, it couldn't be a tiger bone.

Why, he has seen a lot of leftover bones eaten by the edge of the pterosaur's lair, and there are not no other dinosaur bones on the island, which one is not better than his "tiger bone"?

The thought of deceiving people is better than his business, I really can't bear it!

Yan Fei looked at the fresh sweet potato on the sweet potato stall, a few thoughts turned in his head, and he didn't care about the stall when he turned his head, and slipped to the tiger bone uncle stall next to him.

He stepped forward and carefully looked the bone up and down a few times—the uncle had just made a business, and he was in a good mood, and he smiled at him smugly.

After reading it, he turned around and left, not to go to the sweet potato stall, but to sneak into the alley where the books were sold. In a short time he came out with a broken snakeskin bag.

As soon as he came over, he saw the sister-in-law who sold baked cakes pulling a middle-aged man and calling him: "Little brother, what are you doing, come quickly." I've got you some sweet potatoes to buy. ”

The middle-aged man looked reluctant: "The sweet potato is yours?

Yan Fei was already disheartened about making a fortune with sweet potatoes, and he didn't even bother to say the price: "Uncle, look at it, my sweet potatoes are very big, can you see the price?"

The sweet potatoes on the island were really big, anyway, they were bigger than the sweet potatoes he had usually seen, and the big ones were two bigger than ordinary sweet potatoes. But it's good that he doesn't mention it, and when he mentions the uncle, he is even more depressed: "I sell roasted sweet potatoes, the bigger you are, the harder I sell, who can eat such a big roasted sweet potato?"

After speaking, he turned his head and complained to the sister-in-law: "I said Hongxi daughter-in-law, look at the business you found for me, right? Can I lack this thing? I can buy some on the roadside every day and sell it!"

Yan Fei was even more depressed, but the sister-in-law persuaded him: "It's not easy for a child to come here alone to sell sweet potatoes, so you can take it, do good deeds, and take care of others." It's two cents on the market now, do you think it's all a dime and a half a cent?"

The last sentence was said to Yan Fei, who nodded when he heard it.

He really didn't want to run away anymore, even if he had a lot of strength, the two big bags of sweet potatoes would have to weigh more than 200 catties. If you want to put it on the island, it is inconvenient to be surrounded by people, and it is tiring to run around the street, and he is so strong that he can't drag it away by another person.

The middle-aged man looked at the sweet potato, and nodded helplessly: "Okay, you have given the scale, how many are counted, I want it." You wait for me to pull the cart over. ”

Not long after, a middle-aged man came over with a flatbed truck, and in the middle of the car was a roasted sweet potato stove transformed from a large oil drum, with some charcoal cubes on one side and some sweet potatoes on the other.

Yan Fei weighed the sweet potato himself, about two hundred and thirty catties, and now he was disheartened and didn't bother to weigh it, so he said to the middle-aged man: "Uncle, I have weighed this at home, more than two hundred and thirty catties, what do you think of counting two hundred catties for you?"

The middle-aged man buys sweet potatoes all year round, and at a glance he knew that what he said was true, and nodded: "Okay, load it on the car for me!"

The sister-in-law who sold the baked cakes contributed to the business, probably quite satisfied, and said with a smile: "Little brother, I won't help move, hurry back to see the stall, you remember not to come here to sell it in the future!"

Yan Fei thanked him. Although the uncle was reluctant, he didn't let him move alone. It took a while for these two people to move all the sweet potatoes to the car.

Sending away the uncle who sold roasted sweet potatoes, Yan Fei stuffed the thirty yuan sweet potato money into his pocket, and casually picked up the broken bag he had brought over just now.

Out of the snakeskin bag came a bone, a sledgehammer, and an iron plate. That bone was a little bigger than the "tiger bone" of the tiger bone uncle not far away, and it was shiny, and it looked obviously several times better than his.

Yan Fei re-laid the snakeskin bag, put the iron plate on it, put the bone on it again, and sat cross-legged directly on the ground.

I will also put on a show, and I will also pretend to be an old monk for you!