Siheyuan: Silly Zhu is not my father

Chapter 7 Tan Gener Xiaoshi

After finishing the buns in his hand, Shazhu rode his bicycle and took He Xiao straight to Xiaoshi, the east gate of the Temple of Heaven in the south.

It was time to go to work, and the road was full of blue and black troops, some riding bicycles and some walking. He Xiao saw it strangely.

Along the way, Shazhu kept talking and introduced the surrounding history to him.

He Xiao listened and twitched his butt from time to time.

Silly Zhu's bicycle is an old-fashioned one. It has a large beam in the front and an iron seat in the back. It's a bit uncomfortable for him to sit on his buttocks.

He was wondering whether to buy one of his own.

Nowadays, a bicycle sells for more than 100 yuan. He still has a foreign exchange coupon in Hong Kong dollars and goes to the Friendship Store to buy it without even using a bicycle ticket.

But he won't be able to stay in the capital for long, so it would be a waste to buy it.

…

It's just that something is missing.

As he walked closer, He Xiao took a quick look and saw uncles and aunts walking around. The stalls were selling vegetables.

"Twenty cents a piece? No, are you trying to steal the money? I despise these old newspapers and the walls. You really dare to ask for them."

After shopping for a while, He Xiao stopped in front of an old bookstall.

"Then... okay, I'll sell it."

When he walked to a table stall, He Xiao became interested again. He knelt down and took a look, feeling that this thing must be at least several decades old.

"He Xiao, just tell me what you want to buy and I'll pay for it."

"Ahem, it should be inside. Inside, let's walk further in."

The stall owner's face darkened, but Shazhu was extremely happy. His son really had his way with him.

"Ahem, comrade, do you think this is okay? I'll pay you ten dollars and I won't pick any more. I'll pack this whole pile and take it away."

Silly Zhu was extremely anxious when his son was taken advantage of, but He Xiao was minding his own business and ignored him at all.

It's not that He Xiao looks down on Silly Zhu. With Qin Huairu's family, he only has a few steel bungees in his pocket.

"No, you can keep it to yourself. I'll just stroll around, not necessarily buy anything." He Xiao said casually.

Nothing else, too lazy to pay attention.

After Si Zhu locked the car, he said hello and walked to the market.

"Little comrade, do you want a clock? This is a good thing. It is passed down from my family. I will sell it to you for only thirty...one hundred yuan."

Turning his head, Shazhu looked at his son, saw that he was a little moved, and quickly advised:

He looked at the date above and said, "In the 38th year of the Republic of China... He Yingqin came to Beijing to form a cabinet..."

The stall owner thought for a while and realized that it would save a lot of trouble if he could sell them all at once.

"well!"

"Hey, declare?"

Looking at the stalls on both sides, Shazhu also breathed a sigh of relief.

After walking more than ten meters inside, he turned a corner, and He Xiao's eyes lit up.

It cost more than ten yuan to buy them, which is not expensive at all. These old newspapers are quite commemorative.

"Comrade, how do you sell this old newspaper?"

He Xiao: "..."

He said why there are so many people in this market, most of them are buying and selling vegetables.

There are furniture stalls with old tables and chairs, bookstalls with old newspapers, little books, old clocks, snuff bottles, and all kinds of things.

The stall owner had just seen He Xiao buying newspapers, and he immediately became excited when he saw him coming to his stall.

It was now past six-thirty, and he thought the market would have dispersed, but he didn't expect it to be a lively time.

Wow, it’s really an old newspaper.

But it's too big, hard to hold, and there are a lot of stains on the outside.

"Son, this is Tangen Xiaoshi."

Declaration, is that a newspaper from the Republic of China? It’s really strange.

"Two cents?"

"Son, don't let him fool you. They're just old newspapers. The third uncle's house in the front yard has a lot of them. I'll get them for you when I get back."

He Xiao was happy and shook his head quickly, "No, no, don't worry."

Hey, Silly Zhu is really not talking nonsense. He really looks like he was visiting Panjiayuan before.

After reading the contents of the newspaper carefully, he found that in addition to news, there were also advertisements. He found it quite interesting.

The stall owner adjusted his glasses, looked at Shazhu, and then continued to read the book in his hand.

The Temple of Heaven was not far away, and He Xiao arrived at the place before he could make up his mind.

The stalls on both sides of the road were no longer green vegetables and had become all kinds of old gadgets.

He turned to look at Silly Zhu in confusion. Didn't this unreliable owner bring him to the vegetable market?

Looking at the stalls in the distance, he was a little surprised.

He Xiao took a stack of old newspapers from the stall, unfolded them and took a look, and was quite surprised.

He Xiao shook his head, not wanting to accept Si Zhu's affection anymore.

Silly Zhu was dumbfounded when he saw it. No, Bangge said he was selling it at a stall here. Did he come to the wrong place?

He felt a little embarrassed in front of his son, so he quickly walked a few steps and led the way.

Next to him, Sha Zhu followed his son closely. Seeing him squatting in front of the bookstall, he also looked at him curiously.

He Xiao held a stack of old newspapers in his arms and continued to browse the market happily, while Silly Zhu followed behind with a sigh.

After hearing this, Shazhu immediately became anxious. This is not Xiangjiang. Prices are not that expensive. His monthly salary is less than 100. His son doesn't know the evil stall owner, so don't be taken advantage of again.

The stall owner was a middle-aged man wearing glasses. Hearing this, he put down the book in his hand, looked up and said, "Two cents a piece."

He Xiao took a quick look and saw that there were a lot of old newspapers on the stall. In addition to declarations, there were also Ta Kung Pao newspapers. Most of them were newspapers from the Republic of China. He estimated that there were seventy or eighty of them.

The stalls on both sides are large and small, the big ones are like small vendors, with many and miscellaneous things, and the small ones only have a few things, which look like they are used by the family.

He was very happy in his heart. Just as he was about to go there, he saw Shazhu on the side tying his bicycle with a chain, so he stopped and waited for a while.

"No, I have money in my pocket."

Where is this... antique?

Looking at the pile of old newspapers from the Republic of China, he felt like he was missing something. He took out a big unity sheet from his pocket and handed it over directly.

"It would be a pity to sell things passed down from our ancestors, but don't make your ancestors unhappy. You should keep them for yourself."

"Son, it's not worth it. It's really not worth ten dollars."

Silly Zhu patted his chest and was very proud. When he left in the morning, he put all the newly paid wages into his pocket. Now is the time to be strong.

Looking back at his son, he asked with dignity: "He Xiao, dad didn't lie to you, right? Just buy whatever you want. Dad just got paid, I'll pay for it for you."

"Little comrade, these are newspapers from the Republic of China. It's not easy to keep them till now. If you buy them back, don't really get into trouble."

"Pack it all up and take it away..."

But before he could say anything, Silly Zhu next to him started squirting first.

But before he could open his mouth, He Xiao shook his head.

As soon as Si Zhu stopped the bicycle, He Xiao put his hands up, arched his buttocks back, and jumped off.

Damn enough.

Seeing his son get up and continue walking forward, he quickly followed him. Just as he was about to speak, he heard his son muttering something.

He pricked up his ears and listened carefully, and vaguely heard his son say: "I am rich, but I am not stupid..."

"puff."

Silly Zhu was so happy that he smacked it, and what he said was quite pleasant.

(End of chapter)