"Guest officer, don't tell you anything, let alone report to the official, it's useless to go to the provincial capital mansion, the begging babies in Xijing City are eight hundred, not to mention one thousand, so many people, you just know that they stole your money, who do you want to confess?"

The innkeeper paused, and said helplessly: "Don't say that the people in the mansion can't catch it, even if they can catch it, it's just a scolding and then letting it out, maybe next time I'll be on the same bar with you." ”

Yue Guanchao looked at Xu Xiake, and when he saw that he also nodded, he knew that the inn guy was not talking to him, so he sat down on the kang with a puff: "Hey~ Fortunately, there is not much money, if there is a lot of money, isn't it being taken out by these little rabbit cubs?" ”

"It's not a matter of digging out the house, my discs are all stamps when I traveled to the city, if I didn't have these marks, I wouldn't have worked in vain this year~"

Xu Xiake thought of this, his face was as distressed as gold paper, and other things were lost when they were lost, without closing the plate and stamping, he couldn't even enter the Xuguan Mountain Gate.

"Brother, if you want me to say that I blame you, I only saved a dozen yuan by tightening my belt, you said you have nothing to say~"

Yue Erpao and Xu Xiake invariably aimed their guns at Yue Guanchao, and he was faceless for a while, holding his sleeves and muttering: "How do I know that this place is so evil, and it is too good to come to the bad, but if it can't be reported to the official, will it be so spared?" Otherwise, let's go to the camp and look for them, maybe we'll be lucky enough to run into them. ”

Song Siyuan pinched her chin, pouted her teeth and said: "It's just fifty oceans, if you delay for a few more days, I don't know when I will go to Qinling, the matter of that blind old gentleman has not been figured out, we can't delay because of these trivial things." ”

"That's true, but what about my dish? I've got to find the disc. ”

Xu Xiake was full of sadness and sat on the sofa with his cheeks propped up.

"Daochang Xu, if these children really treat your things as antiques, will they go somewhere to sell them directly?"

Song Siyuan remembered that the items mentioned by Xu Xiake looked old and shabby, and at first glance she really thought they were antiques.

Xu Xiake bit his upper lip and said anxiously: "Antique shops are unlikely, they don't accept children to buy and sell antiques, because children are not adults at all, in case an adult comes to regret it, it is considered to ruin the business, and once the antique thing is bought and sold, it can't be reversed at all, and regular shops are such rules." ”

"What if it's informal?"

Before Song Siyuan's words fell, Xu Xiake seemed to think of something, and his eyes lit up: "Yes, I forgot, there is an irregular antique shop." ”

"What the guest said, it's the ghost market of the small East Gate on East Street!"

Xu Xiake nodded at the inn guy: "Yes, it's the ghost market of Xiaodongmen, this place has not been clean since the previous dynasty, specializing in selling some dirty things or something, my things are also antiquities, these rabbit cubs look at this thing is useless, they must want to sell it for money, if we can't find it before leaving, we must go to Xiaodongmen once." ”

Song Siyuan looked at everyone and obviously agreed with the little Taoist's words: "Brother Xu is right, whether it's right or wrong, we have to try our luck once, if these children are really there, maybe even Dayang can be found." ”

"Brother Xu, when will the ghost market appear?"

Ghost markets are generally unsightly, mostly choose in the early morning or evening sunset, pedestrians are in a hurry, sellers are panicked, as long as the deal is reached, and then meet without even knowing people.

Xu Xiake's eyes widened: "At seven or eight o'clock in the evening, when it was just dark, it was the most active time in the ghost market of Xiaodongmen, and there were people practicing stalls until the early morning of the next day." ”

"Now, I think there are still two or three hours, and we have to go to the small east gate now, and when we get to the place, we will grind again, maybe the market will open just in time."

Song Siyuan picked up the pocket watch and counted the time, now the sunset is still there, and it is a period of time before it gets dark.

"Daochang Xu, where is the little east gate?"

"Near the root of the inner wall of Changle Gate, our place to eat is over the urn city."

……

Xijing City, Northeast Corner, and Exile Camp

The tarpaulin flutters and the bells ring.

The rickshaw wheels crushed the snow and wet mud with the sound of rattling bells, pressing out two narrow ruts, Tang Dayang hummed a folk song and walked briskly into the alley, and returned to the yard.

This courtyard faces north and opens the courtyard gate, and there are thick mud houses with yellow mud on three sides, and the yellow mud is covered with broken tiles and straw on the beams, which is equivalent to the roof.

This family is still a bit of a life, a few square windows are pasted with snow-white silk cotton paper, the panes are swept spotlessly, the eaves and windows are extended out of the canopy made of wooden planks, connected with the shack on the right side of the door, even the grinding disc and the old well in the yard have been cleaned up, the rammed earth in the yard is splashed with water, and it is not muddy when you walk up, only a layer of fine dust is slightly rippling.

He walked into the yard, put the rickshaw into the canopy and covered it, took the oilcloth handkerchief, wiped the car up and down, and then carefully walked into the stove, scooped up half a scoop of sweet water and poured it into his stomach, suppressing the dry heat in his heart.

Although it was winter, he ran all day without touching the ground, and his body was not cold at all.

"Brother, you're back, you're making a lot of money today."