The water is a wetsuit, but it is more primitive.

The stall owner even made a vernacular: "Shark skin is our family's ancestral craft, and others can't learn it." Look at this fold, we all know to follow it, but when people swim, which direction should their arms and legs follow? It's all about ......."

Listening to what he said a lot, Zhao Chuanxin roughly understood.

The "V" shaped folds on the shark skin have to be pointed down the water.

As long as you go with the water, you can cleave the waves and be invincible underwater.

If it is a normal dive, the arms and legs of the person must be moved.

When moving, how to smooth the water, this is a test of workmanship.

When the arm is stretched forward, it can go with the water, and when it is rowed backwards, it can block the water to the greatest extent and increase the power.

The stall owner said: "Young man, seeing that you are strong and strong, you must be a good hand at going into the water to touch eggs, why don't you try it out?" I'll save you time and effort when you go into the water......"

Going into the water to touch the eggs is diving for pearls.

There are some expert snorkels in the coastal areas, and it is quite difficult to hold your breath to the bottom of the sea to touch the pearls of clams or other shellfish.

Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth and smiled: "No, I want both arms and legs to go backwards, can you do it?" ”

The stall owner was confused: "Young man, listen to me, you have to move when you go into the water......"

"Let's just say if you can do it?"

Zhao Chuanxin diving, not swimming on his own.

"Yes!" The stall owner looked at him like a fool.

It's just that it doesn't highlight his skills.

Zhao Chuanxin asked again: "How much?" ”

The stall owner looked at his dress and complexion, and the old god stretched out five fingers in the presence.

Watch the dishes go down!

"Oh......" Zhao Chuanxin pulled a long voice: "It's okay, as long as 5 yuan, it's not bad." ”

"......" The stall owner's eyes widened: "5 yuan? Not enough money for shark skin. ”

Zhao Chuanxin sneered: "How much money to say directly, don't show me your tricks, do you want us to talk about it?" ”

The stall owner looked at it, as if he couldn't get Zhao Chuanxin, and said with a smile: "5 yuan." ”

"Silver dollar, or Portuguese dollar?"

Last year, Portugal let their Banco Nacional and issue 1 and 5 yuan banknotes to circulate on the island.

The stall owner hurriedly said: "Natural silver dollars, silver is also made." ”

Although it is in circulation, after all, the quantity is small, and it is still reliable for real money.

Zhao Chuanxin shook his head: "You little old man, you are not very sincere. ”

"What do you mean by that?"

Zhao Chuanxin pointed to the pedestrians coming and going in the market: "The people who come here are all fishermen from nearby villages, right?" Are they willing to pay 5 pieces of ocean and come to you to make shark skin water? ”

This old guy is a thief.

Stallholder: "......"

He stomped his foot and simply said, "Then you bid." ”

Zhao Chuanxin picked up the sample on the ground and looked at it, it was handmade, there were traces of fish gelatin, the stitches were fine, and the cut was exquisite.

He said: "5 oceans, it's not impossible. But I'm going to let you add something to it, depending on whether you have the craft to earn the money. ”

The stall owner was stunned: "What?" ”

Zhao Chuanxin took out the skin of the war creation: "I want to add this as a lining." ”

The stall owner took it curiously: "Huh? It's not cowhide, it's not sheepskin, it's a sturdy skin. I can give you a try with a double layer of shark skin. ”

Zhao Chuanxin nodded: "Yes, you also need to make a pair of shark skin socks, and you also need a leather lining." ”

The stall owner scratched his head: "In my life, the old man has never heard such a request......"

Zhao Chuanxin asked him: "How long can you do well?" ”

The stall owner pondered: "You can pick it up tomorrow after noon." ”

"Give you money, where are you going to find you if you want to roll up the money?"

The stall owner angrily pointed to the house not far from Daji and said, "It's there, you can go home with me and see." ”

Zhao Chuanxin only paid some fixed money, so he went to the snot babies and bought them food.

There are all kinds of things, and there are all kinds of things to buy.

There is also a discussion, after buying, they will divide half of each other's food in exchange.

Zhao Chuanxin doesn't care about it, he just pays the money.

It was Xian Yuqing's turn, and she lingered in front of a bookstall with a lot of doors.

Zhao Chuanxin came over and asked, "Girl, have you thought about what you want to eat?" ”

Xian Yuqing hesitated: "Uncle, can I ask for a book?" ”

She looked a little embarrassed.

At her age, she is actually sensible.

She knows that the price of books goes far beyond snacks.

Zhao Chuanxin glanced at the bookstall and said, "Which one do you want?" ”

Xian Yuqing pointed to a copy of the Book of the Later Han Dynasty: "I want this one." ”

The bookstall owner wore a melon skin hat and a pair of round tortoiseshell glasses, shook his head and said, "Girl, you have to buy a full set of ten volumes for this book, and you won't sell a single copy." ”

Xian Yuqing showed a disappointed expression, and hurriedly waved his hand in fright: "Huh? Don't want that, don't ......"

One book is very expensive, ten books down, I don't know how much it costs.

The owner of the bookstall looks like a scholar, and the temperament of the treacherous old man who sells shark skin and water is very different, and it seems a little old-fashioned.

He glanced at Zhao Chuanxin: "A woman is virtuous if she is not talented!" ”

Xian Yuqing bit her lip and didn't speak, but there was some stubbornness in her eyes.

"Fart." Zhao Chuanxin took a sip: "How much is ten volumes?" ”

The bookstall owner was scolded with a red face and a thick neck: "It's vulgar, this book is not sold to you!" ”

Zhao Chuanxin handed the coat in his hand to a snot baby next to him, and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt: "Old boy, I advise you not to be ignorant." ”

Zhao Chuanxin, who was wearing a coat, looked very thin, but after only the shirt was left, his arms propped up the sleeves of the shirt, and the exposed forearm muscles were all drawn.

When the bookstall owner saw it, he knew that this person was very strong, and he couldn't help swallowing his saliva, but he still stiffened his neck: "Don't sell!" ”

Xian Yuqing pulled Zhao Chuanxin's sleeve: "Uncle, I don't want it, let's go." ”

Zhao Chuanxin broke away from her, ran to the bookstall owner, grabbed his collar with one hand, and lifted him up: "Say, how much are ten volumes?" ”

The surrounding vendors were dumbfounded.

What kind of power does this have to be?

Especially the little old man who sells shark skin and water, watching from a distance, shrunk his neck in fright.

After all, the owner of the bookstall was cowardly: "1 yuan and 4 jiao." ”

Readers, speaking is different.

The quotation "foreign" should be placed in front.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't put him down, and asked, "Why is it so expensive?" ”

A piece of ocean, which can catch up with all the slug baby's snack money.

When it comes to the professional field, the bookstall owner still kicks his legs in the air, but he is not convinced: "This is Jiangxi's cotton paper, which is naturally expensive." ”

Zhao Chuanxin didn't dare to fool him, so he put him down, took out 1 yuan and 4 jiao, threw it on the stall, and picked up the ten volumes of "Book of the Later Han".

This book is still fried, uneven, and old, and it will inevitably be disgusted if you change Zhao Chuanxin.

But since Xian Yuqing wanted to study, Zhao Chuanxin didn't care about this.

Xian Yuqing was stunned.

1 yuan and 4 jiao, so expensive.

Zhao Chuanxin stuffed the book into Xian Yuqing's arms: "Hold, if you buy the book, the snacks will be gone." ”

Xian Yuqing stammered and said, "Uncle, I don't want it, this is too precious." ”

Zhao Chuanxin touched her head: "Why is the battle flag so picturesque?" The blood of the heroes stained it red; Why is spring always there? The life of an intellectual blossoms. Study well, exercise, wake up early, and be a useful person to society. ”

Seeing Zhao Chuanxin smoking a cigarette and saying this nonchalantly, Xian Yuqing was stupid.

The scholar's eyes widened, and he exclaimed, "Well said! ”

Zhao Chuanxin squinted at him: "Didn't you say that a woman is virtuous if she is not talented?" Tens of thousands of compatriots in China, half men, half women. If the other half of the people are also well-versed in astronomy and geography, can build ships and cannons, smelt steel, and invent trains and automobiles like Westerners, will China still lag behind and be beaten? Does Portugal still dare to stay in peace on the island? ”

Zhao Chuanxin held a cigarette with disdain, and the bookstall owner was speechless.

Xian Yuqing's eyes lit up.

The people around him were thoughtful.

A group of snot babies thought very shallowly, and when they saw that these ten books were so valuable, they suddenly felt that the snacks in their hands were a little unfragrant.

shouted one by one: "Uncle, I also want books......"

Zhao Chuanxin asked them, "Are you literate?" ”

They all shook their heads.

Only Xian Yuqing said: "Uncle, my father taught me to read and write, and I will go to a private school next year to study." ”

Zhao Chuanxin smiled: "You stinky boys, I don't care what method you use, as long as you are literate, my uncle will buy you books!" ”

A group of children were easy to coax, and suddenly they laughed again, as if reading was very simple and they had learned to be rich overnight.

The bookstall owner has lost the bitter and hateful appearance just now, listened to Zhao Chuanxin's words, and arched his hand at his back, and said to the vendors on both sides: "This person is willing to pay out of his pocket and let the children of others study, this is a great virtue......"

The peddler took a sip: "People have money, so they don't care about your." ”

“……”

Zhao Chuanxin waved his hand: "Go!" ”

He took a group of snot babies to the little old man's house.

Sure enough, as he said, you can see it at a glance.

There are still several pairs of shark skins hanging on the wall of the little old man's house, which have been very long for a long time, and the color is gradually darkening, and there are traces of smoke and fire.

He also has an old lady at home, and he is overwhelmed when he sees a group of children coming.

Zhao Chuanxin paid the full amount directly: "You can't cut this skin, just measure it for me now, I just want to give you what to do." ”

When the old lady saw that Zhao Chuan's salary had paid 5 yuan, she was so frightened that she hurriedly pulled the little old man aside: "Are you afraid that you will go out to fool people again?" What if someone comes to the door again? ”

Zhao Chuanxin's ears were sharp, and when he heard it, he laughed: "Don't worry, old lady, you won't turn over the accounts." ”

The little old man also said: "This is a nobleman, the eldest husband is full of words, don't be afraid." ”

Otherwise, the fart people are also wise, in a word, the old Gao who gave Zhao Chuan's salary rack, I am afraid that he will not be able to get off the stage if he wants to regret it.

The water is close to the body, Zhao Chuanxin took off his shirt and asked the little old man to measure it.

Seeing Zhao Chuanxin's tattoos, the little old man was amazed: "This kind of tattoo is rare in the world." Xiao Lao also has it, but it's not as dense as you. ”

As he spoke, he opened his mind and rolled up his sleeves, revealing a pattern drawn by simple lines that could not tell whether it was a fish or a dragon.

At first glance, it looks like a child's scribbled stick figure, but on closer inspection, it is full of charm similar to that of ancient murals.

Zhao Chuanxin was curious: "What do you mean by this?" ”

The little old man closed his shirt and sighed and said, "My ancestors have been Tan people for several generations, drifting on the sea, and they will not come ashore until my generation. Our Tan people, we must get a tattoo before we can go into the water, otherwise the dragon lord will not bless us, and we will die in the wind......"

It is easy for the Tan people to be discriminated against by the people on the shore, and it is not easy to integrate into life on land.

So when it comes to his identity, not only is there nothing to show off, but it is also a bit embarrassing.

In this era, ordinary people don't know how to get tattoos, and the little old man still thinks that Zhao Chuanxin also has some hardships to get tattoos, and he can't guess that Zhao Chuanxin endured this pain in order to pretend to be a ghost and raise his identity.

While talking, the movements of the little old man's hands were very quick, but his legs and feet looked a little inconvenient.

It's not lame, it's that Luo Quan's legs are serious, and his feet are also bent badly.

According to the little old man, this is because his ancestors have lived on the boat for many years, or they have been launched into the water. Most of the life on a ship involves working on different legs, sitting cross-legged, or sleeping on the knees.

It has been passed down from generation to generation, and it has become like this.

The Min people call this a curved hoof.

Zhao Chuanxin took out a pen and paper: "According to what you said, I'll draw it first, and let's cut the skin according to the shape......"

Seeing that Zhao Chuanxin was going to paint, Xian Yuqing, who was holding the book, was very interested in it, and hurriedly came behind him to take a look......

(End of chapter)