Chapter 57: Unexpected Cold Water
It's a little past six o'clock, and it's time for everyone to just finish eating and come out for a walk. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 In some of the doors of the family homes of the INFO Military Region, almost all the people who came in and out were grandparents who had finished dinner and were going out for a walk.
As for young people like Uncle Xiao, except for those who watch TV balls, almost everyone has a martial arts novel and is swimming in the martial arts world.
Out of the house, Wang Yonghuan walked towards the Confucian Temple thrift market.
The Confucian Temple Old Goods Market is to the west of the second grandfather's house, which is a distance of one or two kilometers.
At this time of six o'clock in the evening, the sun has already set below the treetops.
Wang Yonghuan walked slowly towards the sunset, enjoying the night view of the street in midsummer with his two eyes. After all, I haven't been out for a long time, but this kid is choking enough, let alone watching the night view, now he can watch a big tree, he can watch it for a long time.
This is a bit similar to the usual scene when you are not allowed to watch TV at school, I remember that Wang Yonghuan was in the first year of junior high school, because he had just entered junior high school, in order to study, his mother strictly controlled the time Wang Yonghuan watched TV, and he was only allowed to watch TV for a while on weekends a week.
Every weekend, after dinner, Wang Yonghuan would impatiently move a small chair and sit in front of the TV. At that time, let alone any wonderful TV series, even the advertisements, Wang Yonghuan could watch them with relish.
The straight streets are lined with tall buildings that are old. In the sunlight, it glows with a faint golden glow, and it feels like you've traveled back in time to an ancient street.
Due to its location within the military area, the buildings around Confucian Temple Street have not been renovated and still maintain the consistent ancient architectural style, which is a miracle in a modern and rapidly developing city.
The antique architectural style has created the status of the Confucian Temple Street, and some tourists from other provinces are very willing to visit the vicinity of the Confucian Temple.
Due to the improvement of the national living standards, a tourism boom is being set off throughout China. As a provincial capital city in the north, H City has also vigorously developed tourism in recent years, driving the city's tourists to increase year by year.
One of the most important manifestations of the increase in tourists is the explosion in the volume of transactions of various commodities. The trade of old things with historical accumulation has also risen, and the transactions are frequent, and some of the original old goods market has naturally prospered.
As the largest thrift market in H City, the Confucian Temple Thrift Market, in H City, the transaction volume is the largest, and of course, it is also the most objects. With the prosperity of the old goods market, some uncommon ancient objects will also appear in the Confucian Temple Market from time to time.
It was the late eighties, and there were relatively few counterfeits. Even if there are some fakes, because the counterfeiting process is relatively simple, it will not fool anyone.
Walking into the Confucian Temple Old Objects Market, looking at the dazzling and various items on the ground, Wang Yonghuan's heart couldn't help beating quickly, "Cute fish intestine sword, fish intestine sword, I'm here." ”
The Confucian Temple Old Goods Market is not big, just a simple straight street, and there are no shops on either side of the street. If you want to set up a stall, the location is only on both sides of the road.
The curb is a stool, the road is a stall, spread a homespun cloth on the ground, and put a few objects to open it.
The rows of stalls filled both sides of the street, and only a gap about two meters wide remained in the middle.
Wang Yonghuan walked from beginning to end, and finished shopping in less than half an hour. As expected, no fish intestine swords were found.
Although the target did not appear, Wang Yonghuan discovered a more important thing, that is, he had no money in his pocket.
With his trouser pockets in his pockets, he stood quietly at the end of Confucian Temple Street, looking at the bustling Confucian Temple thrift market, with a deep sense of frustration.
Wang Yonghuan thought sadly in his heart: "If you don't have money in your pocket, you can't do anything." Wang Yonghuan, Wang Yonghuan, you won't see the fish intestine sword and grab it, but how can you get it if you don't rob it? Discussed with the boss, and said that he would lend me two days to play first, and then pay you back when I found a good buyer and sold the money. ”
"What to do? Where can I get the money? Looking for my mother, ten yuan and twenty can be, but there is no play if there is more designation. I asked the second grandfather to borrow some, saying that the second grandfather would lend me some money, and I would like to find an ancient fish intestine sword, and then send it to Hong Kong for auction, and it will fetch hundreds of thousands of dollars. Can the second grandfather believe it? Even if I believe it, how much money can the second grandfather give me? At most a thousand, then burn high incense. ”
It was the late eighties, and the level of wages in society was still very low. Like my father's regimental salary, it is only a little more than 300 per month. The second grandfather's level is very high, and he is in the army, but it is only more than six hundred. So it's not very possible to borrow it from the second grandfather.
The more Wang Yonghuan thought about it, the more frustrated he became, and his head drooped lower and lower. The original excited sword-seeking mood was like a pierced ball, completely angry. This kid really didn't have any tricks at this time, so he had to hang his head and walk home along the Confucian Temple old goods market leisurely.
When he listlessly walked to the middle of Confucian Temple Street, he accidentally saw that there were many people around the left side of the street, chatting and bargaining, which was very lively.
Although Wang Yonghuan is not in good spirits, for a restless person like him who has been involved in things since he was a child and has nothing to do, seeing this situation, he still has to participate and observe. In this kid's own words, he was in a bad mood, so if he didn't find something to do, change his mood, or he might be sick.
Wang Yonghuan was like a loach in the water, screwing left and right in the crowd, and squeezed in in less than five seconds. When I got inside, I found that there were some ancient books on the stall, and there were several people around who wanted to buy them, and they were bargaining with the stall people.
At that time, it was relatively simple to set up a stall, spread a piece of cloth on the ground, put what you wanted to sell, and did not mark the price, whoever wanted to buy it would go up and ask the price, and the price would be negotiated on the transaction, with one hand of money and one hand of goods, and no credit.
After watching it for a while, Wang Yonghuan understood. It turned out that four or five of the people around the booth were tourists from other places, and the accent should be from the south or Hong Kong. At that time, Hong Kong and Taiwan TV dramas and movies were popular in the mainland, and everyone imitated the dialogues in the movies when they had nothing to do, so they were no strangers to the accents of Hong Kong and Macao.
One of the Hong Kong tourists took a fancy to a set of comic books on the stall, which is a villain book. This is a complete set of "Journey to the West", and it should be published in the early days of the Republic of China, around 1920.
Hong Kong tourists bid 1,000 yuan to buy it, but the stall set up said that they would not sell it, saying that they would not sell it if it was less than 2,000 yuan, and that it was printed in limited quantities at the beginning of the Republic of China, and no more than 20 sets have survived now.