The bridgehead is brightly lit, the bamboo shelves are hung with all kinds of lanterns, the candles reflect colorful light through the translucent colored paper, and some of the colored paper is also painted with some simple patterns, which is very popular with children. An old man with gray hair and beard, dressed in a dark blue cloth coat, stood guard in front of the stall, the weather was not too hot, but he slowly shook his fan. The lantern is not too expensive, ten cents a piece, so Lin Yu and Song Yuzhi picked one by one and held it by the little girl.

For some reason, the stall next door across the bridge suddenly quarreled, which immediately attracted many people. Behind a woman stood several stout men, staring at the vendor in front of them.

The woman threw the silver hairpin in front of the vendor's stall and said angrily, "Look at what you are selling!" It is said to be a silver hairpin, but it is only plated with a layer of silver on the surface! And what money do you want me to spend? ”

The peddler stepped forward to pick up the hairpin, and looked carefully, there was a place on it that had indeed been rubbed off, revealing a black one, and at a glance he knew that it was not silver, and the peddler could only step forward and laugh: "Miss, this thing was indeed bought from my stall, but my goods are all silver, and there has been no adulteration."

When the woman heard the hawker's words, he refused to admit it, so she became even more annoyed, and her eyes stared at the hawker, completely devoid of everyone's beautiful virtuous lady, and said loudly at the top of her voice: "Is it possible that I still want to fake you to trick you?"

The vendor waved his hand and said with a smile: "This young lady, I didn't mean that, I'm afraid there will be some misunderstanding here."

The woman intervened in her hand, looking arrogant, looking at the large number of people, she shouted: "Come and take a look, everyone, this stall sells fakes, and I don't admit it!"

Hearing the sound, more and more people gathered, and the bridge, which was not too narrow, was packed to the brim, and the hawker saw that there were many people, and he was afraid that the business would be ruined, so he waved his hand to those people and said: "Fellow villagers, all of them are misunderstandings, misunderstandings."

Those people were talking in private, some thought that the hawker was bullying the market, and some thought that the woman herself faked to frame the hawker.

Seeing that there were more people, Lin Zhao bent down and whispered to Lin Yu to inform him, so he hugged Song Yuzhi and quickly squeezed to the other side of the bridge. Although it is shoulder to shoulder, it is still easy for a thin child to squeeze it, but for those two strong men it is a different matter, and those two strong men still have a lot of things in their hands, and if those things are broken and broken, it will be difficult to explain.

The three children soon reached the other side of the bridge, and as soon as they got off the bridge, they ran away. By the time the two strong men squeezed across the bridge, the three children had long since disappeared.

After running some way, Lin Zhao turned his head and looked, and without the figures of the two strong men, he put down Song Yuzhi, gasped for breath, wiped the sweat on his forehead, and said: "There are so many alleys here, we are turning around, and these two people will not find us soon, now we just have a good time."

Lin Yu thumped his calves and gasped: "It's also thanks to the big brother that he saw the time, otherwise those two people would have caught us at once, and it was also thanks to the woman who spoed so many people, otherwise it would never have been possible to get out so easily."

Song Yuzhi didn't say anything, but in the past, she held Lin Yu with one hand and Lin Zhao with the other, for fear that she would get lost in this trouble.

This light market is so lively, and all kinds of performances are coming. A man with a red mask blew on a lit torch, and a fire dragon leaning on a torch came out. There was a swordsmanship, the man's sword dance was fast, the woman next to him raised a piece of silk upward, only to see the man jump, in the blink of an eye, the piece of silk was broken into seven or eight pieces, attracting a group of passers-by to applaud.

Lin Zhao and his party stopped at the place of the trick. The man took out a pile of iron nine rings, which were fastened together one by one, and the man walked up to the passers-by and handed them to the passers-by for them to check. The passers-by pulled it out, and all they could hear was the clanging sound, and the hoop did not change in the slightest.