Hearing the child's words, Zhao rang's heart shrank.

Children who grow up in such an environment have a primitive trait. This characteristic is closer to the most essential desire, which is survival. They are willing to pay any price to survive, or to live better.

One problem can be exchanged for an omelette, and even though the oil used in this omelette is disgusting and the taste is strange, it is also a rare delicacy.

However, the good and the bad are compared, and children who have never eaten omelettes from other places will naturally think that omelettes all over the world look like this and taste like this.

Just move your mouth to have an omelette, this is already pie in the sky, he has no right to refuse at all.

"First question."

Zhao rang away from the conversation, but stopped again. The child stared at him, and even more so at the fried egg in his hand.

Suddenly asked, Zhao Rang had to think about it. Once a lot of things are prescribed, it can be overwhelming.

"Is the person who made this omelette deaf?"

Zhang San didn't expect Zhao Rang to ask this in the first question.

Why ask again when you already know the answer? It's just a waste of him......

The child didn't expect Zhao Rang's first question to be so easy to answer.

The shopkeeper is deaf, who in Lotus Lane doesn't know?

You don't have to pay anything to know at all, but you can earn an omelette, and the child thinks Zhao Rang is a fool......

But he nodded earnestly in reply.

"Second question, what does your family do in Lotus Lane?"

That's a kind of interesting question.

If you want to understand the whole Lotus Lane, you have to start with a point, then form a line from the point, and finally spread out.

"Don't think about it, just say it! Otherwise, there would be no omelette! ”

Zhao Rang shook the fried egg in his hand and said in a threatening voice.

The child was suddenly anxious, and hurriedly said:

"I didn't think about it, I didn't think about it, my family sells rat medicine!"

"Rats?"

"Yes, it's the medicine that kills rats."

Dawei also has such small vendors who walk the streets and alleys and sell rat medicine. Most of them carry a cage with several rats in it. When the flow of people gathered, he took out a mouse and fed the medicine into it. In a short time, the rat kicked his legs and returned to heaven with his life, thus proving that his wants were not only effective, but also very smart. The spectators watched the excitement, a pack of medicine is only a penny, and many people are happy to buy a pack and go back to play. As everyone knows, the vendor who sells rat medicine feeds the rats who do the demonstration with real drugs, and the ones sold are adulterated. Even if it works, it's not so smart!

In a few days, if the people came back and said that his medicine was all right, he said that the man had bought less, and he would make another profit. If you come and go like this a few times, it is equivalent to selling a medicine several times, and you will make several times more money.

Therefore, the people who sell rat medicine will definitely raise rats. Otherwise, when he goes out to set up a stall, what does he use to demonstrate?

"How many rats do you have?"

The child was a little surprised, but he replied one by one:

"I don't have a family. Because there are so many alleys, it's good to catch them when you need them. My dad said that raising rats is very troublesome, and there is a waste of food. ”

Zhao Rang was very satisfied with this answer, nodded and moved on to the next question.

"What do the vendors in this alley do?"

The child pondered, and kept wrestling his fingers. Zhao Rang didn't urge him, because it would take time for a child to understand this problem.

"There are bread sellers, medicine sellers, wine sellers, laborers, masons, ironsmiths...... And ......"

"Oh! And an old gentleman! ”

"Old sir? What does it do? ”

Zhao Rang saw that the child listed the old gentleman separately, this person should be a little special.

Unexpectedly, this time the child did not answer, looked at Zhao Rang with a smile, and pointed to the fried egg in his hand.

"Who is the old gentleman?" is another question, and you have to give the omelette to the previous question as usual. Zhao Rang forgot to give it to him just now, but the child can remember it clearly.

Another egg was given, and the child put it in his pocket before he replied:

"Old gentleman is the honorific title given to him by the people in Lotus Lane, because he has read books."

"The old gentleman is a scholar?"

Zhao Rang asked rhetorically.

The child obviously didn't know the difference between a reader and a reader, and he replied rashly for fear of being seen as a lie by Zhao Rang, so he pretended to say something vague about him.

"Okay, okay, you can continue, I'll ask after that."

The child breathed a sigh of relief and continued:

"During the day, he writes letters in the market, and at night he goes to the lively places in the city to sell things."

"He made all his stuff himself, which is interesting! Wait, I'll show you, the old gentleman gave me one! ”

As he spoke, the child ran aside.

His home is not a house on the ground, but a semi-underground shack. Not to mention living in such a place, it is estimated that even rats will dislike it.

Drill in and out, it only took a few breaths in total.

When he came back up, the child was holding a small clay figure in his hand.

Zhao Rang's expression and dress are exactly the same as this child!

"This is what the old gentleman made and gave to you?"

The child nodded.

It's his only treasure, so it's well kept. Even in that kind of nest, it is clean and refreshing.

"So the old gentleman writes letters for people during the day, and goes out to sell money as a clay figure at night?"

The child replied:

"That's right, the old gentleman has a good pinch! You sit down in front of him, and in less than a quarter of an hour, he is ready. ”

Zhao Rang shook the remaining fried egg in his hand in front of the child and said:

"The last question, answered, these are all yours."

"Where does the old gentleman live?"

The child got all the fried eggs as he wished, and Zhao Rang also learned the specific residence of the old gentleman.

He felt that if there was a vendor who could provide clues, it should be this old gentleman.

First of all, because he is literate and hyphenated.

People who have read books will treat people and things differently, and when they encounter strange people and strange things, they tend to use their brains more. In addition, he has the skill of clay sculpture, and he can pinch children so vividly, which shows that his eyes are very good and his observation is very strong.

And he will also go to the lively places in the city to set up stalls at night.

There are not too many people who meet these three conditions at the same time. If you can find one in Lotus Lane, it's already a lot of luck.

Regardless of whether the old gentleman went to the Tsing Yi Inn last night or not, Zhao Rang was ready to try his luck.

The child gave him the wrong address.

The old gentleman lives in a different place from others.

The exterior walls of his house were neatly plastered, and there were no raw edges. There is also a layer of tiles on the roof, which is a bit out of place with the surrounding dilapidation.

Looking left and right, you can see that the old gentleman's house is considered to be the best in this alley! It seems that the two jobs of writing letters and kneading clay figures do earn a lot more than others, so that he can live a life of being a man in Lotus Lane.

But the child forgot to tell Zhao Rang that at this time, the old gentleman was not at home, so Zhao Rang pounced.

The old gentleman's letter writing stall will be set up every afternoon. After waking up in the morning, he would go to the teahouse in Lotus Lane to drink a pot of milk tea, eat two roasted buns, and then go to the easternmost part of the alley and play for a long time.

At the easternmost end is the palace of the Kingdom of One Night, and there is a long-abandoned side gate that leads straight to the palace. Many people in the palace will sneak out of the door and have fun in the lotus alley when they are not on duty. One of their favorite games to play is called Hidden Hook.

The hidden hook is very simple to play, one person holds a jade hook in his hand, so that people can guess whether it is hidden in the left hand or the right hand. If you want to make it more difficult, you can pass it around several people. In this way of playing, even if there are no more than 1,000 people hiding the hook, the probability of being able to guess correctly is pitifully low. What's more, the hidden hook is a kind of fun used by the dealer to make a game, and it is the pocket of those old gamblers who don't have much money but have iron heads.

The old gentleman has a skill, and he has income every day. He's not an old gambler, but he's an old bachelor.

A man who has no home is not willing to go home at all. The house is deserted, and there is only one person sitting, so it is better to be outside, even if you listen to people you don't know brag, it is also lively.

So the old gentleman would go and play with them every day.

There is no need to say more about losing more and winning less, but the old gentleman only brings a fixed amount of money every time, and after losing, he slaps his ass and leaves, and goes to the market to set up a stall. Therefore, although he loses a small amount of money every time, he wins in the long run, and those people are naturally happy to have fun with him. After all, a gambler who comes to give money every day and never loses his temper is extremely rare.

Zhao Rang regretted that he didn't ask the kid two more questions...... At the very least, we should make sure that the old gentleman is not at home at this time.

In the end, it took a lot of tossing and turning before finally groping for the easternmost part of Lotus Lane.

It's a gambler's paradise!

Mahjong, pai gow, dice, everything is available, and there are even people fighting insects!

It's just that the insects they fight are not crickets, but scorpions caught from the Gobi Desert.

The tail of the Gobi scorpion is raised high, driven by the scorpion, catching and fighting, and desperately inserting his poisonous hook into the other party's carapace, killing back and forth, but it is more than ten times more exciting than fighting crickets!

Zhao Rang only looked at it for a short while, and then he fell into a trance, and he already secretly had an object of support in his heart.

"Look, a penny. Bet on two pieces or more, just look at it! ”

A skinny middle-aged man stretched out his thin palm to Zhao Rang.

Zhao Rang wanted to give it, but he didn't have a single penny on him, only a piece of silver ingots with Tongbao Qianzhuang fire paint.

Such a silver ingot was too terrifying to take out in Lotus Alley, and Zhao Rang could only turn his head to look at Zhang San.

Zhang San was also very embarrassed and whispered to Zhao Rang:

"Master...... I have all the loose money on my body just now to buy omelettes, and now I have the big ingot you gave me in my arms! ”