"Sharpen scissors, kitchen knife~"

"Radish pear, spicy change~"

"About a peanut, that's a tahini flavor~"

I don't know when, Cheng Nuofang slowly woke up in a shout, he hadn't slept so solidly for a long time.

Last night was the most restful sleep he had since returning to China, and he only felt refreshed when he woke up.

Remembering the shouting and shouting, I also thought it was very interesting, subconsciously since last night before going to bed, he didn't stop much, and every once in a while he said something different, as if everyone said yes.

Supper, breakfast, snacks, vegetables, groceries, and more are all available, so you can buy a department store without leaving the house.

It is mixed with various local dialects, with different tones, it sounds unique, and compared with the busy voice of the previous life, it is simply not too good.

I even wonder if it's because I slept so well is because of the shouting.

Thinking of this, I became interested, and just outside the window there was another shouting sound.

"Paintings, buy paintings, buy paintings in paintings~"

Hey, could it be that you sell New Year's paintings?

It is said that the New Year's paintings of Jinmen are a must, with a history of hundreds of years, and it is extremely good to give gifts or collect.

But Cheng Nuo really hasn't paid much attention to the New Year's paintings in Beiping City, and now if he has the opportunity to see for a long time, he naturally can't miss it.

After thinking about it, he quickly got up and opened the window, and shouted outside: "Hey, the master who sells paintings, you wait a little." ”

After speaking, he hurriedly dressed and washed, touched his face with water casually, and ran out quickly before he had time to wipe it.

The look of panic let the pedestrians outside see it, and there were two female students in school uniforms who were walking together, pointing, and finally their faces were slightly red, covering their mouths and avoiding their heads and laughing.

Cheng Nuo's second monk was confused, and said in his heart: As for it, don't I just buy a New Year's painting, how can I still be laughed at, could it be that I am in a hurry to wear clothes and wear them backwards?

The more I thought about it, the more likely it became, so I quickly retreated to the room, turned around a few times in front of the fitting mirror, and the clothes were worn normally.

I don't think there's anything wrong with it.

However, this pass came first, wasting a lot of time, and it would be too unreasonable to let the master wait.

Putting the problem aside for the time being, Cheng Nuo hurriedly ran to the vendor.

"Master, how did you sell this painting?"

The peddler glanced at Cheng Nuo up and down, and stretched out two fingers with a mysterious expression: "Two corners and a set." ”

"The price is okay, so what are you drawing?" Cheng Nuo looked at the other party's wheelbarrow car covered tightly, and he really didn't know what paintings were hidden.

But according to convention, it should also be some door gods, dolls and the like.

The door god is okay, it's not a few days before the New Year, and it will be used soon.

If it's a doll, forget it, he was a bachelor in his last life.

In this life, hey, two words, with fate.

"It's all there." Seeing that the customer was interested, the vendor squeezed his eyes, and said with an indescribable smile: "Western, Oriental, and palace products, we have them." ”

Cheng Nuo is really confused now, are there still these styles on the New Year's paintings?

If you want to say that the Eastern and Western are easy to understand, isn't it the Western style, the Japanese and Korean style, how can there be still in the palace.

Could it be court style? I haven't seen this before.

With curiosity, Cheng Nuo asked, "Master, can you let me see the painting?" If I like it, the price is absolutely nothing. ”

"Right here?"

"yes, what's wrong?"

"No, no, no." The peddler's face was full of resistance, and he waved his hand again and again: "It's not okay here, you have to find a place with few people." ”

Oh, why is this painting more and more famous?

Cheng Nuo suddenly felt that he couldn't see through this society, and he was full of unprecedented questions.

Now, I want to see what kind of artifact this painting is.

"No problem, where do you want to go?"

The peddler looked around, and finally took a small alley to the north, pointed to it, and said, "Sir, how about we go to that alley and look at the goods." ”

Cheng Nuo followed his fingers and looked at the alley, feeling that there was indeed no problem except that there were few people, but he still kept an eye on it.

"It's okay to go to that alley, but it's at the mouth of the alley, and it won't work if it's deeper."

"Okay, then I'll walk ahead, you can just follow."

The alley is close, a few minutes away.

As agreed, the two of them did not go in again when they arrived at the mouth of the alley.

The peddler stopped the wheelbarrow in his hand, leaned against the wall, and was about to lift the sackcloth, and said in his mouth: "Sir, you can see, these are all newly printed this month, authentic foreign ink, and the villain on the painting is as if it is alive." ”

At first, everything was blocked by the peddler's body, and it was not clear to see.

As he moved away, a pile of albums finally revealed his true face.

Cheng Norton was disappointed: "It's all printed." ”

In his impression, folk crafts like this should not all be hand-painted, and what is the collection value of printed ones.

The peddler didn't realize the problem, but excitedly took out a stack of picture albums and handed them over.

"It's a great ink, and you smell it with a fragrance."

Holding on to the last glimmer of hope, Cheng Nuo took the album and prepared to flip through it.

This look is terrible, I was fooled, and slapped my thigh.

"No wonder, no wonder, I said how the girl looked at me with that eye, but I understand."

Draw extraordinary paintings, which are all about the love actions of men and women, and they are defenseless.

In other words, the hawker sells "spring palace figures".

I was about to judge one or two with a critical eye, but suddenly realized that this was on the street, even in the alley, there were people walking around, which was really immoral and damaging to face.

The peddler is still trying to sell his products.

"Look, this is still qualified, our painter is from the palace, you know what I mean."

Cheng Nuo still has the heart to look at it, and it's not that he hasn't seen the photos circulating in the palace, so he can only say that he is pitiful Guangxu.

Hurry up and return the painting in your hand to the vendor, the reputation will stink, and what is there to talk about teaching and educating people.

The peddler still refused to give up, and while packing up his things, he shouted as low as possible in the back: "Sir, if you are not satisfied, we still have handkerchiefs, come and see." ”

Look ahead, the two female students haven't left yet, and are standing on tiptoe and stretching their necks to look this way.

This time, Cheng Nuo felt that his face was even hotter, and he was actually caught, if there was a crack in the ground, he really wanted to get into it immediately.

your collar to cover your face as much as possible, and hurry to the inn.

Oh, what a sin.

What kind of painting sellers, isn't this similar to the previous life in the railway station square, a group of cotton coats asked if they could buy a plate when they saw people.

It is also selling human flesh on the head of a sheep.

Now that he has arrived in the Republic of China, he actually made such a joke on him, the key is that he was still seen, which is really embarrassing.

If you think about it carefully, there is nothing wrong with the hawkers, they are all hinted at in the shouting.

"Paintings, buy paintings, buy paintings in paintings~"

The sound of the word "li" is very long, so don't you tell the customer that I have goods in my paintings?

Hey, curiosity kills cats.

Big things haven't been done yet, and small things have bumped and bumped.

It's better to have breakfast first, put the paper in order, and submit the manuscript as soon as possible.