The leisurely life of rebirth

"I've warned you a long time ago. Ordinary people have a lot of old things, so why bother touching those useless things?" the middle-aged uncle echoed.

"Haha...I remember, I remember." The young stall owner said perfunctorily.

No matter when a person hits the south wall or jumps into the Yellow River, he will give up.

Fang Monan knew it would be helpful to talk more, so he looked at his uncle and said, "Uncle, where are your weapons?"

"Oh! It's here!" The uncle opened a pile of copper coins, took out a dagger and handed it to Fang Monan.[

Fang Monan looked at the gilt-handled dagger in his hand. He held the copper scabbard with one hand and pulled it out. He couldn't help but be stunned. It wasn't that the dagger was too sharp, but that it was covered with rust and looked tattered.

Unbearable.

This is not the most important thing. The most important thing is that if you look closely, there is a little golden light on it.

This is clearly a dagger wrapped in a talisman. No wonder the evil spirit is so weak. Fang Monan looked at the scabbard, and it turns out that this is the problem! There is a talisman on the inner layer of the scabbard, which suppresses the evil spirit.

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However, this talisman could no longer suppress the sinister aura. "Interesting?" Fang Monan raised his eyebrows with an evil smile on his lips.

Fang Monan clearly felt the extremely obscure evil wave coming from the dagger.

Fang Monan raised his eyes and looked at his uncle and asked, "You put the talisman and seal in this copper scabbard."

"Little girl, I didn't expect you to know the art of Feng Shui." The middle-aged uncle continued, "Yes, I obtained this talisman at Baiyun Temple in the capital. The weapon itself is a killing weapon, and it came from the earth.

With the attitude of preferring to believe that he has it rather than trusting it, I asked the old Taoist at Baiyun Temple for a talisman seal." The middle-aged uncle said with a smile.

Fang Monan cursed in his heart, thanks to your attitude, ordinary people can usually withstand the evil aura emitted by this dagger. If you are weak or have a sick person at home, it will be even worse.

Fang Monan looked carefully at the dagger. From the exposed edge of the dagger, he could see that it was a copper dagger, but the lines on it contained a golden luster. In ancient times, weapons cast from bronze generally contained copper and tin.

, an alloy of three metal elements: chromium. Strictly speaking, this should be an alloy dagger.

Fang Monan's starry eyes gleamed. He pinched the void with his fingertips to create a talisman and hit the dagger, locking in the evil spirit that was leaking out.

"Uncle, please give me a price! I want this thing." Fang Monan said while holding the dagger.

"Uh!" The middle-aged uncle raised his eyes and said, "Little girl, you really want it."

"Is it possible? It's fake. Uncle, you can make an offer!" Fang Monan said with a smile. She would accept whatever the uncle offered. This kind of weapon is rare.

"Uncle Zhang! What are you still worried about? Kaiji!" the young stall owner said, tugging on his sleeve.

"Oh! Just give me 10,000 yuan." Uncle Zhang stretched out a finger and said.

Fang Monan wanted to ask where there was a bank. Before he could say anything, the young stall owner next to him said with all his strength, "Little girl, the prices Uncle Zhang sells are very reasonable. Look at the prices of daggers and bronzes unearthed in the Han Dynasty in the past two years.

But it keeps rising.”

Fang Monan couldn't laugh or cry, "I want to ask you where there is a bank. I have to go to the bank to withdraw money! I don't have that much cash with me."

"Haha..." The two of them scratched their heads in embarrassment.

Fang Monan actually wanted to say that it was too cheap. He always felt like he was taking a big advantage and felt uneasy! In Fang Monan's eyes, it was cheap. With the current salary of two hundred yuan a month, it was not

Cheaper.[

Fang Monan raised his eyes and looked at the middle-aged uncle. His brows were thin and narrow, and there was a hint of sadness between his brows. He must have been sick for a long time in his family. He thought carefully, "Uncle Zhang, right? Seeing your frown, I must be in your family."

There must be a patient!"

"That's right! Aunt Zhang is not seriously ill. Not to mention that she has been bedridden all year round! But she has no ability to work. No matter how much medicine she takes, she is not getting better. There are many children in the family, and the burden of the whole family is on him.

"People's shoulders." The young stall owner said, "People who do what we do, don't talk about being rich and powerful! But we also have to worry about food and clothing, but look at Uncle Zhang, he is only forty years old, but he looks like he is sixty years old

Old man."

"Second son, what are you talking about?" Uncle Zhang scolded softly. "Don't listen to his nonsense! It's not a serious illness."

"I forgot to introduce myself. I know a little bit about the art of Qihuang. I wonder if I can take a look." Fang Monan said with a smile, his smile showing a hint of warmth, and he couldn't bear to be rejected. "I'll give you the money by the way."

"Uncle Zhang, let others take a look! You won't suffer anything." The stall owner next to him also persuaded.

"Okay then!" Uncle Zhang tidied up his stall.

Following Uncle Zhang out of Panjiayuan, Fang Monan and the others watched him take out a tricycle from where he kept it.

"Uncle Zhang, you'd better put the car back! We have a car." Fang Monan said quickly. On this cold day, the sky has turned gloomy and it looks cold! Riding a tricycle is simply asking for trouble.

"Okay..." Uncle Zhang said, he put the car back in and put it away. The three of them walked to the car, and Uncle Zhang's eyes suddenly shrank. This is a military vehicle. Not even a big boss can afford to drive a car these days.

Quite a few, but not many can drive around in military vehicles.

Military cards always carry a sense of mystery. Ordinary people have few jehu cards, so they are mysterious.

"Uncle Zhang! Have you had lunch?" Fang Monan asked twisting his body while sitting in the passenger seat.

"Eat! Eat!" Uncle Zhang said hurriedly.

Fang Monan knew from the look on his face that he hadn't eaten, so he winked at He Junyao. He understood and parked the car in front of a roadside restaurant, got out of the car and bought some meat buns, "I went shopping at noon.

, I also forgot to eat, so I’ll eat some first to cushion my stomach.”

Fang Monan put a plastic bag on it, took out five large meat buns, and handed them to Uncle Zhang, "You can eat too, there are so many for both of us to eat, it's not good to waste them!"

"Okay! Okay! Thank you, little girl!" Uncle Zhang ate the big bun in his hand from the plastic bag, his eyes were moist, and tears flowed down.

He didn't know that people bought more on purpose. Who could eat so many meat buns?

Fang Monan took the bun and handed it to He Junyao. He Junyao opened his mouth and bit down a third of it.

"It tastes pretty good!" Fang Monan said with a smile.

He Junyao nodded.

According to Uncle Zhang's directions, the car stopped at the entrance of the alley.

"Uncle Zhang, do you live here?" Fang Monan found that there was a courtyard area in front of her. Compared with the courtyards she had seen so far, it was much older. During school hours, there were no children playing around, so it was quite quiet here.

Very.

"This place belonged to the outer city during the Qing Dynasty!" He Junyao said.[

When people show how much they know about the history of the capital, they always like to say something like: "The east is rich and the west is noble, the south is poor and the north is humble." In addition to this sentence, there is another sentence called "The east city is rich and the west city is broad, but the rich in the west are poor in culture."

"Xuanwu broke". These two sentences summarize the layout of the capital in the late Qing Dynasty and the early Republic of China. This sentence can only be limited to the outer city. The so-called "outer city" is relative to the "inner city".

The "Outer City" is the area south of Xuanwu Gate, Qianmen, and Chongwen Gate; and to the north of Guang'an Gate, Yongding Gate, and Guangqu Gate.

During the Qing Dynasty, the people living in the inner city were the children of the Eight Banners, all of whom were Manchu nobles. Therefore, there was no such thing as rich and poor. They were all hard-core farmers, so how could they be poor? The four words "rich, poor and lowly" refer to those who lived in the outer city.

They all live in poor families.

Another proverb that is characteristic of Beijing is, "In the east city, silk and millet are made of cloth; in the west city, cattle and horses make firewood; in the south city, there are birds, fish, and flowers; in the north city, there are thieves and thieves; in the middle city, there are pearls and jade and brocade." There are two versions of the middle city mentioned here: one is the Forbidden City, and the other is the Forbidden City.

The capital is the center of the imperial city. Just as Emperor Zhengde said in the Peking Opera "Playing with the Dragon", "There is a small circle inside the big circle, and there is a yellow circle inside the small circle." Here is where the emperor lived.

The three main halls where government affairs are handled are filled with countless jewels and brocades. Another saying is that the central city is the Qianmen Street area, where there are many theaters, gold shops, silver buildings, banks and Ruifuxiang and other silk and satin shops, so it is said to be "jewels and brocades".

"Nancheng is close to Huangtugang in Huaxiang and there is a goldfish pond to the north of the Temple of Heaven, so it is said to be "birds, fish, flowers and birds".

So although they are both courtyards, compared to the courtyard where Feng Zhi lives, the courtyard here is much smaller. It is a small courtyard. And in terms of architectural planning, it is also relatively scattered. The ground is not even paved with bluestones.

Although the snow has melted, vegetable washing water was splashed on the corners and flowed into the middle of the road, with rotten vegetable leaves hanging on it. If it hadn't been for the freezing weather, there would have been a puddle of sewage when you stepped on it.

"Little girl, be careful, be careful of slippery roads..." Uncle Zhang greeted the two of them and walked towards an alley. When he passed some people's gates on the way, he kept saying hello to people.

The old neighbors who have lived here for decades are very familiar with each other.

He Junyao held Fang Monan's hand tightly, fearing that she would slip.

"We're here, come in. The place is small and a bit crowded. Don't mind it." He led Fang Monan and the two into a small courtyard. Uncle Zhang put his backpack on a temporary building made of asbestos tiles to the east.

Inside, he picked up the towel hanging on the rope and patted the dust on his body. Fang Monan took a look around. The yard was really not big. Counting the water pool in the middle, it was only about ten or twenty square meters.

Poor little one.

In the morning, because the weather was fine, clothes were hung everywhere in the yard like national flags. But then the weather turned gloomy, and someone started to collect clothes.

"Fat Aunt, I'm helping Sister Qin collect her clothes!" Uncle Zhang greeted with a smile.

"Well! The weather has been sunny for two days, and then it became cloudy again. I wonder if it will snow? Xiaoqin is not at home, she went to work. I helped her put away the clothes, otherwise the clothes that had just been dried would get wet.

That's not good." said the chubby sixty-year-old aunt.

Neighbors in a courtyard house know each other well and help each other take care of each other. It is common for them to help take care of their children. (To be continued...)

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