Reborn 1960 The little orphan girl has some money

In the early morning, after Wu Sicheng was fully dressed, he stood in front of the door of Anmo Snow House. Before he could knock on the door, the door opened from the inside.

"Moxue, are you ready?"

"Well, let's go! I told Uncle Ma yesterday."

With the flashlight on, Wu Sicheng saw An Moxue wearing black trousers and a white shirt, and Wu Sicheng was also dressed in the same way.

In simple attire, two people with outstanding temperament managed to look like high-end business attire.

"No, just wait for me." An Moxue said, about to go back to the house.

Wu Sicheng stopped her and asked, "What are you doing?"

An Moxue replied: "Take two things to cover your face!"

"I'll take it, let's go!" He raised the two masks in his other hand towards her.

"Row."

The two people left quickly.

Wu Sicheng stopped the car one street away from the ghost market.

An Moxue asked: "Have you been here before?"

"Well, I often came with my uncle when I was a kid. Next time you go to my uncle's house, go to my house. There is a small study room next to my bedroom. There is an ornament on the desk. You turn nine times to the left and eight times to the right. There is a secret room, which is full of treasures I bought in the past." After Wu Sicheng finished speaking, he got out of the car with the mask.

Walk through a hidden alley and go straight through, which is the street of the ghost market.

Wu Sicheng put a mask on An Moxue and put on the rest himself.

He took her hand and walked over, paid two yuan at the gatekeeper, and entered.

There were a lot of people inside, and there was a kerosene lamp in front of the stall. Most of the people on the street had a flashlight. No one spoke loudly, they all spoke in low voices, or communicated with metaphors with their hands, so the entire ghost market seemed orderly. Not a trace of clutter.

He asked quietly: "Have you been here before?"

An Moxue searched her memory, not to mention that the original owner's father actually brought the original owner here, more than once.

"Well, I've been here before. I still remember one time I fell in love with a pen holder, but it was already bought by a little brother. I was still unhappy for a long time. After I got home, my father gave me a good introduction to the pen holder in the ghost market. Common sense. That was my first time here, and I never saw that little brother again after I came here. I still remember the look of the pen holder."

"Then you should like that pen holder very much? What kind of it is it?"

"The colorful relief picture of the maid of heaven. At that time, I dreamed that I was also such a little fairy. I could float around at will. She was beautiful and powerful. I thought it was great." After saying this, he laughed first. , but the sound is very small.

Wu Sicheng was also amused, but it was just a shallow smile, "Now she is also a fairy, and she has great abilities. She is already amazing. But I seem to have a pen holder similar to what you said, and I found it for you one day. Just in time. Use it to store pens when you get home from school."

An Moxue giggled at his words, and the two of them walked and watched.

There were people at almost every stall. An Moxue stopped at an unoccupied stall. The stalls were all filled with porcelain.

An Moxue picked up a colorful vase with a pattern of hundreds of birds and phoenixes, looked at it, and said to Wu Sicheng, "I bought this at the flower arrangement shop. The vase is bright, and the pattern looks auspicious." She raised her head and asked the boss, "Boss. , how to sell it?”

The boss smiled and squinted his eyes, like a Maitreya Buddha. "You two have good eyesight. This was passed down from my ancestors. It's hundreds of years old. It's an old thing. It's worth two or three." thousand."

An Moxue put it down and made a mocking sound of "hehe".

"Boss, you know what this is and I know it. What I want to buy is not antiques. I just want to buy a nice bottle to take home and put some flowers in. It's meaningless for you to say that. If you want to pay back three thousand, you ask me if I can give you thirty. Give it? Do you think you have any antiques in this pile? I think the dishes wholesaled on Qianmen Street are exactly the same as those at your stall, even the patterns are the same."

After An Moxue finished speaking, the boss cursed in his mind. Did she just go shopping on Qianmen Street? How else did she know where my dishes were wholesaled?

In fact, he bought this bottle for one yuan and fifty cents because it was colorful and beautiful.

The boss patiently asked, "How much can the boss give me?"

An Moxue replied with some pain: "Three pieces." She secretly stretched out her fingers and scratched Wu Sicheng's palm.

Wu Sicheng received the message, understood it, and said reluctantly: "What bottle? It's worth three yuan? How much is our monthly salary? Don't buy it, why not buy a can? The pulp and water can be eaten, and the bottle can also be used to arrange flowers. It can still hold things, and it’s only two and a half yuan." As Wu Sicheng said, he put down the bottle in An Moxue's hand and dragged her to leave.

An Moxue reluctantly looked back frequently, "This bottle is colorful, and the flowers look better than the glass bottle!"

Seeing that the two were about to leave, the boss hurriedly stopped An Moxue, "Hey! Comrade, stay here, twenty yuan, collect the capital, open an opening, you can take it, I hope the opening will be successful."

An Moxue pretended to grab Wu Sicheng who was about to leave and said, "This bottle looks good, I want to buy it."

Wu Sicheng reluctantly said, "Five yuan, if you sell it, you can keep it. If you don't sell it, you will lose it."

The boss yelled, "Add more, add more, and I will accept the compensation, okay? Just try to make it smooth."

"Five yuan." He said without any intention of changing his mind and pulled An Moxue away.

Seeing that they were really going to leave this time, the boss quickly stopped them, "Oh! Okay, okay! I'm afraid of you, so I'll sell it to you."

Wu Sicheng reluctantly took out five yuan and took it in his hand, but didn't pay it. He muttered, "Can I get two bowls for dinner at home?"

The boss's voice was full of helplessness, "Okay, take your pick, but you can only pick the small bowls in this row."

"Okay." Wu Sicheng squatted on the ground, picked two bowls, and handed over five yuan. An Moxue picked up the vase and looked left and right in his hand.

After leaving the stall, he muttered, "These five yuan are enough for our living expenses for half a month."

The boss shook his head and said, "What kind of man is he? He can't even bear five yuan, and he dresses like a dog! It's really frustrating for a woman to find such a man."

As the two of them walked, they could still hear the boss's muttering. An Moxue suppressed her laughter and looked at Wu Sicheng. He looked at her helplessly, "Who am I doing this for? Are you still laughing?"

An Moxue held the bottle and leaned on Wu Sicheng's arm, laughing so hard that she couldn't straighten up.

Wu Sicheng stopped, looked at her, and asked, "Okay, are you ready to laugh from one end to the other?"

An Moxue stopped laughing, and an object on the stall next to her caught her attention.

She knelt down, picked up a ruler next to the object, looked at it again and again, picked up an incense burner, picked up several objects in succession, looked at them again, and finally selected the two most beautiful exquisite hand burners and inkstones. , "Boss, how much are two?"

Just as the boss was about to introduce his items in a eloquent manner, An Moxue interrupted him, "Stop, look at the bottle in my hand. I'll buy a nice one. I won't listen to your useless bragging, so you just Just quote the real price.”

The boss was stuck. Such customers are rare. He thought for a moment and said, "You can give me two hundred for these two things. You can't turn me down."

"One hundred, give me a try." An Moxue pointed at the pile of things she was interested in. The boss thought for a moment and handed the item An Moxue liked first to her.

An Moxue said disgustedly: "I'm talking about this pile, not this dark thing."

The rogue boss said: "It's either this or we won't sell it."

An Moxue reluctantly said: "Okay!"