Crackling, firecrackers.

Today, the Nandu God of Wealth Temple is very lively, as the Temple of Wealth dedicated to the Shang saint Fan Li, ushered in the annual Shang Christmas Festival Sacrifice Ceremony.

In fact, no one knows when Fan Li was born, and it is estimated that even historians can't figure it out, but this does not affect the Shangsheng sacrifice in full swing.

The festival will last for a week, which means that there will be a week of folk gatherings at the Temple of Caishen, during which people can buy and sell to their heart's content.

The sound of firecrackers, incense candles, paper money, and platinum ingots are burned in a huge copper furnace, and the smoke is filled, and several Taoist priests beat gongs and drums, chanting Taoist scriptures, and doing a rare water and land dojo.

Because it is a grand ceremony, it naturally attracts a lot of tourists and businessmen from all over the world, and even the tourists from the surrounding counties and cities and nearby provincial capitals have also heard the news and sincerely worship the great Mr. Fan Li, hoping that their business and trading can have a good fortune this year.

The Temple of Wealth is so lively, which directly benefits those who originally set up stalls to sell antique jade, calligraphy and painting old books. As the four heavenly kings of the used book market of the God of Wealth Temple, they came out early in the morning, occupying a large area of the inner palace area, and all kinds of old books were spread all over the ground, and the children and adults squatted down and read carefully, hoping to find treasures in the used book stalls.

Lin Yi also came, today he is not here to buy books, on the contrary, he is selling books.

I saw him bring a few red bricks from nearby, stack them together, spread out the newspaper, act as a small bench, and spread out another newspaper in front, on which was a white paper, on which was written a line of large characters in bright red: Liu Jidian's manuscript of "Wu Song Fights the Tiger", 1 million starting auctions!

Nothing but this blank sheet of paper.

What does it mean?

Is this selling something?

People laughed, they had never seen anyone sell something like this, just a random piece of paper, a few words written on the paper and asked for a million, this person is either stupid, or his head is in water. Some people even ridiculed Lin Yi and thought about money and went crazy.

Of course, there are some good things, instigating Lin Yi to take out the manuscript and take a look, Lin Yi smiled slightly, and only asked, "Do you have a million?" The man immediately shut up, he didn't have a million, but he did have a dollar.

The fool Lin Yi's move made the old book "Four Heavenly Kings" feel very awkward, and Dong Glasses even complained to Wang Heizi, did you slaughter him and slaughter people stupidly.

Wang Heizi shouted that he was wronged, and raised two fingers, "Stupid ball, Lao Tzu only earned him two hundred yuan for two boxes of books!" ”

Anyway, Lin Yi opened it so stupidly, of course, there were many people around him to watch the excitement, and there were few people who really asked the price, and the ghost knows what comic book manuscripts are worth a lot, even if it is true, they can't take out a million.

Not long after Lin Yi set up a stall here, a man with a Chinese character face came in from the God of Wealth Temple, about thirty years old, looking powerful, carrying a bag of things in his hand, and walked straight to the used book market, looking around, there was no place to set up a stall, so he walked to Lin Yi's stall, kicked the newspaper on the ground with his foot, and said, "Get out!" ”

Lin Yi frowned, put down the half-pulled newspaper in his hand to pass the time, glanced at the other party, and said, "I'm sorry, man, I already occupy this stall." ”

The man sneered, "What if you take it, now I tell you to get out!" With a "snap", he put down the things in his hand, crossed his waist, and looked at Lin Yi.

As soon as the people around saw that Lin Yi was on the bar, they all came over to see the excitement.

Among them, there are people who know the face of the country, so they said: "It's amazing, it turns out that Huang Jiaotou came out to set up a stall, he is 365 days a year, maybe he can't come out a few times, which time is not a fist to speak, you can put it wherever you want." ”

"Yes," someone said, "I remember last time there was a blind man who refused to give way to him, and wanted to practice with him twice, but he punched the ground, and couldn't get out of bed for more than half a month." ”

"So, it's okay to offend anyone, don't be unaffordable with the head of the Huang Sect."

……

Lin Yi heard these words, looking at the appearance of this person in front of him, he really belonged to that kind of fierce person, and if he started to do it, he must be the one who suffers.

Lin Yi is not a soft bone, but he is not a hard bone who doesn't know whether he is good or bad, he must be able to bend and stretch. So he arched his hand at the man with great interest, and said, "Since your Excellency likes this place, I will give it to you—" and as he said that, he rolled up his newspaper stall, took the brick for his buttocks, and made room for it.

Seeing that he was very knowledgeable, the head of the Yellow Sect snorted, opened his satchel, and took out a canvas with a big hole in it, and spread it out, on which were placed the military binoculars he brought, a broken helmet, an old military hat, a two-piece stick with paint off, a flattened old turtle pot, a lighter, an old epaulette, a poker, mahjong dice, and some other bits and pieces of old gadgets, which were basically not very valuable.

……

Time slipped away slowly.

Those who sell antiques and jade and old books basically sell a lot of things, but the stalls of Lin Yi and Huang Jiaotou are not cared for.

One of them doesn't know what they're selling, and they want a million, so they are probably crazy. The other one sells all rubbish stuff, and no one wants it on the street.

Because it was summer, the sun was high near noon, and the air was getting hotter and hotter. Lin Yi had already closed the stall, hid under the big locust tree to be lazy, and then looked at the head of the Yellow Sect, sitting in the sun, like a carved stone statue, not moving at all.

At this time, don't talk about buyers, even ghosts are every one, this product is still squatting in the sun like this, Lin Yi feels that compared to himself, this is really stupid.

Dong Yan, who was also hiding under the locust tree to enjoy the shade, saw Lin Yi looking at Huang Jiaotou worriedly, so he said: "You don't have to worry about him, this guy is like this, he used to be a soldier, and he could stand under the sun for a day, but if I roasted to death, he didn't breathe." ”

Lin Yi saw that Dong Glasses seemed to know some stories about Huang Jiaotou, so he took out a cigarette and handed it to him, inquiring intentionally or unintentionally.

Dong Glasses licked the cigarette butt obscenely with his tongue, and Lin Yi lit it for him, and then blew it away.

"If you want to say that this Huang Jiaotou is also a big filial son - this person practiced martial arts at the age of three, joined the army at the age of seventeen, I heard that he is very capable in the army, and he has won a lot of military merits with his excellent kung fu, and it seems that he has killed people......" Dong Glasses said very vaguely, glanced at Lin Yi, and said: "Originally, I mixed well in the army, and even if I couldn't be the company commander and regiment commander for a few more years, I could be honorably discharged from the army - it's a pity, his wife has affected him, and he was paralyzed when he was promoted." There is no way now, Huang Jiaotou is a filial son, so he directly applied for discharge from the army and returned home, taking care of his paralyzed old lady while opening a martial arts hall to teach students. But now the opening of the martial arts hall is different from before, in the past, Huang Feihong opened Bao Zhilin, people mainly saw a doctor to make money, Huang Jiaotou's martial arts hall only taught boxing and feet, and now the children can't endure hardship, they would rather learn the taekwondo of the flower boxing and embroidered legs, rather than learn the national arts. So after opening for a month, Huang Jiaotou stopped doing it and closed the door directly. ”

Speaking of this, Dong Glasses spit out a puff of smoke, sighed and continued: "This Huang Jiaotou closed the martial arts hall, and there was no way to make money, so he began to fool around with some Jianghu characters, occasionally helping people collect accounts, keep a dart, and go north and south to make a scene, and he didn't make less money, but unfortunately this kind of day is not long, and he has encountered a severe crackdown on the road, and those guys have either escaped or entered the number, and Huang Jiaotou is unemployed again-"

"As the saying goes, a penny is hard to beat a hero, this Huang Jiaotou is not a hero, I don't know, I only know that this product is a filial son, now the old lady takes medicine for a month and treats the disease The money is earned by him from between his teeth, go to the home appliance market on a hot day to help people move things, what air conditioner, washing machine, big color TV, one person carries the seventh floor, and at night he goes to the night market stall to clean up the stall for others, brush the pot, wash the dishes, pour the rancid water, as long as he gives the money and is willing to do any hard work......"

Dong Glasses rarely praises people, and it can be said that he admires Huang Jiaotou so much.

"Then why did he come here to set up a stall?" Lin Yi couldn't help but ask.

Dong Glasses smiled, revealing big yellow teeth, "It's a long time to say this, and I don't know what year it is, this goods got a cart of military gadgets, what sapper shovels, sabers, three-edged thorns, and put them in the Temple of Wealth to buy and sell, I didn't expect the business to be surprisingly good, and I made thousands of dollars a day, and he started to do this business when he tasted the sweetness, but it didn't take long for a bunch of big caps to come and directly confiscate all his things, because it was illegal-"

"Dog, it's not easy to do anything these days." Dong Glasses sighed again, and then said: "Now that you have seen it, he has begun to put up some tattered things, and no one has copied his stall, but no one has patronized his business......"

After hearing this, Lin Yi couldn't help but look at the Yellow Sect Leader again.

I saw that he was still sitting in the sun, his eyes burning, his chapped lips were closed, and the sweat of beans was dripping from his forehead, but he didn't even blink an eye.

He just sat there and watched over his stall.

Perhaps, for him, what he is guarding is not a simple stall, but an undying belief that he will survive and never give in to fate.

The sun is scorching.

A man is like iron.