The candy blower is a thin old man in his fifties, wearing a coarse cloth garment, although shabby, but the wash is clean, and the person also looks very neat, the stall in front of him is actually a burden, one end of the burden is a small cabinet, the size is similar to the bedside table, there is a rectangular wooden frame nailed on both sides, and the middle of the frame is inlaid with a copper ring, and the copper ring is tied to the short rope head used to wear a flat pole. There is a round wooden plate on the counter, and the surface of the disc is painted with a radiating lattice of different widths from the center to the outside, and there are words written on the inside of the grid, such as "gourd", "big rooster", "Guan Gong", "monkey" and so on. There is a rotating rod fixed in the center of the wooden disc in the spool, the length is slightly shorter than the diameter of the wooden disc, the top of the rotating rod is tied with a small needle, the needle is vertically downward, I don't know what it is for, there is a hole in the upper right corner of the cabinet, and there is a shelf made of wooden sticks and bamboo strips in the hole, the shelf is full of small holes, more than a dozen have been made of different shapes, the vivid sugar man is inserted on the top, and the other end of the burden is also a small cabinet, which has been opened at this time, but it turned out to be a very small charcoal stove, and there is a copper pot on itWhen Tan Xiaotian and Lin Zicong rushed over, there were already four or five children around the stall, all of them staring at the movements of the old man's hands with good eyes, some held their breath and did not dare to make more, some shouted and screamed, their faces were full of surprise, and the old man was full of smiles, blowing the sugar man while not forgetting to take the time to interact with the children who were watching. A wheat straw picks up a little syrup, blow with your mouth, the syrup will bulge, through pinching, turning and other techniques, a fat little pig will take shape, the whole process looks very magical in the eyes, as if in magic.

"Grandpa. What is this? There are not many children who are not fascinated by this kind of gadget that is both toys and food made on the spot, Tan Xiaotian and Lin Zicong are no exception, taking advantage of the fact that the old man has just completed a work, Tan Xiaotian hurriedly asked.

"Hehe, this is a sugar man, what, haven't you seen it before?" The old man said with a smile.

"Hmm." Tan Xiaotian nodded.

"Grandpa, are you alright? Give it to me! A little child in the crowd stretched out his hand and shouted anxiously, apparently the candy man that the old man had just blown was his.

"Hehe, here you go." It's early spring. The old man took out a bamboo skewer from the small cabinet and handed it to the child, who cheered and ran away in the envious eyes of the children around him.

"Little guy, do you want one, one for a penny, you can play and eat, it's worth it." The children who had been watching it for a while. The rich have already taken it out, and in line with the business experience of 'those who have money to help a money field, and those who have no money to help a personal field', the old man who blows the candy man will not drive away these free humanoid signboards. Seeing that two more children were recruited, he pitched them to the two of them again.

"A penny", looking at the tempting pigs, lambs and puppies inserted on the shelves, Tan Xiaotian's heart itched. But he didn't have any money with him, so he could only swallow his saliva.

"Every day, which one do you like. Pick and choose. Lin Zicong said generously - he didn't have any money with him, but money has never been a problem for a rich kid like him, basically he can get what he wants.

"Well, I want that." His eyes searched for more than a dozen sugar figures on the shelf, and finally landed on a Monkey King, stretched out his finger and pointed to Lin Zicong and said.

"This, hehe, kid, this one has to be two articles." Sun Wukong's shape is much more complicated than others, and it takes a lot of effort to make, the old man who sells candy said with a smile.

"Ahh As soon as he heard that this was twice as expensive as the one next to him, Tan Xiaotian was stunned and turned to look at Lin Zicong - the so-called poor man's child is in charge early, although he is one year younger than Lin Zicong, but he has more concept of money than Lin Zicong, when he was in Meilong Town, he could buy a cooking cake for a penny enough for him and his aunt to eat a full breakfast, this Monkey King looks not small, but the sugar syrup before blowing is not even a small tablespoon is not enough, spend two pennies to buy it, is it worth it?

"Two texts are two texts, that's it!" Where does Lin Zicong care about a penny or a penny, the task given to him by his grandfather today is to play with Tan Xiaotian, and he immediately responded without thinking about it.

"Okay", although there are few, but mosquitoes are also meat, and it has become a business, and the old man who sells sugar happily reaches out to pick up the Monkey King on the shelf.

"I'll make three articles!"

Just when the old man's hand was about to touch the bamboo stick holding Sun Wukong, another child's voice sounded.

What do you mean? There is also a fight for buying a candy man?

Everyone was surprised, and turned their heads to look in the direction where the voice came from, but at some point there was another child in the crowd of onlookers, seven or eight years old, tall and thin, a little pale, wearing silk and satin, dressed very gorgeously, and behind them stood two servants dressed as subordinates, who knew at a glance that they were the children of a large family.

"Zhou Shaokang, what do you mean?" Lin Zicong obviously knew this child, and when he saw that he was making trouble, his eyebrows condensed, and he asked dissatisfiedly.

"What do you mean? Hehe, the highest bidder, don't you know? The little kid named Zhou Shaokang said defiantly.

"Cut, what's the matter, the three pennies want to be put in front of me, you save it! Ten pennies, give me Sun Wukong! Lin Zicong snorted coldly and said to the old man who blew candy.

"Cut, ten cents, is it a lot? Old man, I'll write twenty articles, and Sun Wukong will give it to me! Zhou Shaokang also snorted coldly and said to the old man who blew the candy.

Twenty cents

The old man of the candy seller is in a dilemma - he does not suspect that these two children can't afford to pay for it, seeing that the two children are dressed from rich and noble families, money is certainly not a problem, the problem is that if he responds to this, he offends that, who can he afford to offend a candy seller who walks the streets and alleys? The elephant dances, the grass and trees suffer, and the two children are accompanied by adults next to them, and they may only fight with each other and will not do anything, but if the party who loses the fighting spirit spills his anger on himself, can he stand it? Don't sell a sugar man for dozens of dollars more but someone smashed the pick, and the gains outweigh the losses, and I can't find a place to cry if I want to. (To be continued......)