The vendors who are sugar people usually do candy paintings at the same time. Compared with the three-dimensional sugar man, the sugar painting is flat. Of course, sugar painting also has a bit of three-dimensionality, but it is insignificant.

It is a very old craft that is almost extinct in modern cities. As far as Zhang Ye knows, this skill seems to have been inscribed on the list of intangible cultural heritage, and can only be seen in a very small number of parks. But in this world set in the Song Dynasty, the art of being a sugar man is a kind of breadwinner.

Although the stall is not large, there are three stacks made of straw, and two straw stacks are covered with sugar paintings, and there are various small animal shapes, which look very beautiful.

On the other haystack, there were a few vivid sugar men. There are beautiful dolls, cute ponies, and fat piglets.

The children gathered around the stalls, pointing at the things, and every now and then let out an exclamation.

Although they have seen this kind of sugar man many times. But every time I see it, I can't help but marvel.

The stall owner was an old man with a gray beard. His wrist didn't shake at all, he looked at these children and didn't speak but smiled, and even Feng'er secretly took a piece of his lollipop to eat, and he didn't get angry.

Just wrinkled the folds of his face and laughed.

Then he didn't speak, scooped a little sugar water from the nearby stove, and drew it on the white slate.

The old man's technique was very good, but he felt that his hand seemed to be just fiddling in mid-air, and the sugar water that flowed out quickly condensed into a beautiful cock on the stone slab.

"Wow...... It's amazing! ”

"Chicks, alas!"

"I want it! I'm going to! ”

The children looked at the old man's newly made chicks and chattered, and they were all excited.

The dazzling carriage had already let Zhang San and Zhang Si drive away. Only Zhang Yi and Zhang Er were around. Zhang Ye and Hu Xinrui came to the periphery of the stall, watching the children and the movements of the old people at the same time.

Zhang Ye smiled unkindly!

Because he found that in this kind of stall in this era, there were only a few things back and forth, and there were not many patterns.

In modern society, there would be dragons and phoenixes on such stalls. And dragons and phoenixes are often the most expensive ones. Zhang Ye had eaten it when he was a child, and other kinds of sugar people or sugar paintings, if only one dollar. Then the dragon and phoenix can be bought for at least two or three yuan, and if they are big enough, even five yuan is not necessarily.

Of course, there is also a way to turn the compass. Although most of the animals on the compass are small toys, there will be big ones to attract customers. For example, dragons and phoenixes.

Although this carries a certain amount of gambling. However, it greatly enhances the entertainment, and often this kind of booth will attract many students as soon as it appears. Even if you are shy, you will stand next to the stall and watch for a long time. Every time I saw someone spin out a dragon, I would exclaim loudly, and then look at that person with envy on my face.

But in this day and age, neither of these things can be found. First, people's vision and thoughts can't think of that kind of entertainment xing; Second, if anyone dares to make a dragon or phoenix when making a candy painting candy man, then wait to lose their heads!

Although the system of the Song Dynasty wanted to be lenient, it was also limited. There are some things that can't be relaxed at all.

Make dragon and phoenix with sugar? What do you want?

Sell to someone else? Do you sell it to someone else to eat? Eat dragons and phoenixes? Look for death!

This kind of principle is not possible for all dynasties to deregulate it. Whoever touches it dies!

"Grandpa, do you know how to be a caterpillar?" Xiao Linglong pinched the cock handed by the old man, stretched out her pink and tender tongue and licked it.

It's so sweet!

This old man is also a human spirit, he clearly saw that these children got off the carriage, Zhang Ye and the two adults also got off the carriage, and they also had guards.

So he clearly knew that it was a group of big customers, so he didn't care about a rooster and a lollipop at all. There was no question of price negotiation from the beginning to the end.

Instead, he opened a pair of slightly cloudy eyes and asked, "What kind of caterpillar do you want?" Grandpa will do it for you! ”

"This is it!"

Xiao Linglong happily caught out the caterpillar hidden in the small pocket and handed it to the old man.

Caterpillars have been raised for so long. It's still not long, it's still the length of a perennial finger. It's green, it's fat, it's like a lump of meat.

"This ......" It seems that the old man did not expect it either. This little man would take out a real caterpillar from his pocket, and he was stunned.

It took a long time before he nodded and said, "Grandpa can do it!" ”

"Is it okay for the old man to make caterpillars for the baby?" Hearing the old man say that he could be a caterpillar, Xiao Linglong also seemed very happy.

"Okay!"

The old man nodded, picked up the small pot on the stove, and placed it on the table. Then stir it for a while, when the sugar water starts to show signs of condensation. The old man began to pinch the caterpillar for Xiao Linglong.

This isn't a sugar painting this time! It's a real candy man, in the shape of a caterpillar.

Although his palms were already folded and his skin was much looser, his fingers were very dexterous.

The sugar water that has not yet condensed has a strong stickiness and plasticity, which is easy to make. The old man used a bamboo pipe to blow air, and turned the caterpillar into a hollow one. Then, through the way of bonding, the caterpillar's eyes and dense feet are made.

Soon a brown and yellow caterpillar appeared in the old man's hand, and then glued a bamboo stick, and a caterpillar was done.

"Wow!" Xiao Linglong exclaimed and took herself excitedly

The caterpillar happily looked left and right.

As an older sister, Xiao Linglong undoubtedly set a precedent for younger brothers and sisters. After that, Feng'er and the others scrambled to let the old man make caterpillars for them.

What a strange bunch of kids.

The other children wanted chickens and pigs and stuff like that, but they asked for caterpillars, which made the old man smile slightly.

I have to say that the old man is very good at business. Because until now, he hasn't said that the price is a problem. Because he believed that the boy and the woman behind these children would give him a satisfactory price.

In this respect, people in ancient times were much simpler than modern people. It's like modern people, all of them are as good as ghosts, and they are tickets when they open and close.

Really. After each of the children had a caterpillar and a candy painting, Zhang Ye began to settle the bill for them.

He didn't ask much, but directly gave the old man two hundred copper coins.

Don't think it's very little. Quite a few, actually!

The Song Dynasty had a developed economy, but gold and silver currency had not really been circulated, and copper coins were the mainstay. The purchasing power of a penny is not small, almost equivalent to about five to six cents. In other words, Zhang Ye gave nearly one hundred and twenty yuan or so.

That's more than enough money to pay for the sugar money for these little guys.

After all, Zhang Ye also knows the market price. He knows very well that usually the price of the sugar man is seven or eight wen, but the price of the sugar painting is about five wen, even if the special requirements of the children are added and the private custom, the price of the sugar man will never exceed ten wen.

Then there is the money for sugar paintings, which will not add up to more than one hundred and sixty wen. As for why he gave so much, it was completely Zhang Ye's pleasing to the eyes of this old man.

Besides! He doesn't care about the world's coins at all.

With his almost equivalent GM is identity, how much does it cost? Why bother!

But what Zhang Ye didn't expect was that the old man actually returned another fifty wen. No matter how Zhang Ye persuaded him, the old man just refused to accept it.

Don't give fifty wen for nothing!

This kind of person is probably dead in modern times. Of course. This also does not preclude Confucianism's ability to brainwash people.

If it weren't for this social environment and atmosphere, how could people be so simple and simple? I'm afraid it's already turned upside down, and it's strange if the emperor of the Zhao family can sit in that position.

As a last resort, Zhang Ye had to take care of the old man's business again, and let him make a sugar painting for the children casually.

"Gone! Don't you want to leave? "The group has been in this booth for a long time, and if they don't leave, God knows how long these kids will stay here.

At that time, I am afraid that I will not be able to reach the restaurant until it gets dark.

Because Wuxi City is very prosperous, there are too many stalls and performers here. Even people with boulders on their chests have them.

However, the children had no interest in breaking boulders in their chests. Instead, I was curious about an entertainer who was playing monkeys not far away.

They didn't seem to understand why the red-butted monkeys were sitting in various motions in response to the gestures of the middle-aged man with a straw hat.

"Those monkeys are so smart!"

Feng'er stood beside Hu Xinrui and looked at those handstands for a while. The red-butted monkey who rolled over for a while and spat for a while actually snorted.

He really couldn't imagine that these monkeys would be able to make all kinds of movements with the gestures of the entertainers and the sound of the bamboo whistle.

At this time, seven or eight monkeys suddenly stood in a row with the cleaning up of the entertainers. Then the entertainer pulled out a couple of small wooden spears from the package beside him. Hand them over.

Suddenly these monkeys became a small army.

"Are these monkeys still going to fight?" When Xiao Jiu saw this, Bujin felt a little surprised.

"These monkeys are so good!"

Xin'er obediently held her father's hand, eating candy while blinking at the monkeys in the field doing various performances. Then Xin'er took her father's big hand and asked, "Dad, can we make the caterpillar like this?" ”

"This ...... I'm afraid not! ”

"Why?"

"Because caterpillars don't have brains!"

"Can the monkey fly a plane?" Xin'er also seems to have countless questions in her head.

It's just that this question is too deep.

Zhang Ye was not happy, and pinched Xin'er's little hand, "Monkeys can't fly planes." Because monkeys are stupid! Moreover, monkeys can fly planes, so what do you need people for? ”

"Monkeys are so stupid!" Xiao Linglong, who was standing on the other side of Zhang Ye, spoke at this time.

"Then why are these monkeys like this?"

Xin'er used the candy painting in her hand to point to the monkey in the field that was catching the right fight.

"Because they've been trained! So that's going to be it. ”

"Can Dad train caterpillars like this?" Xiao Linglong reached out and touched the caterpillar in her pocket, as if she hadn't given up. To be continued.

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