Siheyuan: Silly Zhu is not my father

Chapter 7

After eating the steamed stuffed bun in his hand, Sha Zhu 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 on bicycles and some on foot, He Xiao saw it strangely.

Along the way, Sha Zhu kept talking, introducing the surrounding history to him.

He Xiao twisted his buttocks from time to time while listening.

Shazhu's bicycle is old-fashioned, with a large beam in the front and an iron seat in the back. He sits a bit uncomfortable on his buttocks.

He wondered if he should buy one himself.

Now a bicycle costs more than 100 yuan, and he still has a foreign exchange voucher in Hong Kong dollars. He can buy it at the Friendship Store without even using a bicycle ticket.

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

……

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

"Son, this is Tangen Xiaoshi."

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

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

It's already past 06:30, he thought the market should be almost gone, but he didn't expect it to be the busiest time.

He was very happy in his heart, he was about to go there, when he saw the silly Zhu beside him was chaining his bicycle, so he stopped and waited for a while.

After Shazhu locked the car, he greeted him and walked towards the market.

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

Sha Zhu patted his chest in a very grand manner. When he left in the morning, he put all the salary he had just paid into his pocket. Now is the time to be tough.

"No, you can keep it to yourself, I'll just go shopping, not necessarily shopping." He Xiao said casually.

It's not that He Xiao looks down on Shazhu, with Qin Huairu's family, he only has a few steel jumpers in his pocket at most.

When he got closer, He Xiao took a look and saw that there were all the old men and women around, and the stalls were full of green vegetables.

What about this...an antique?

He turned his head and looked at Sha Zhu suspiciously. Didn't this unreliable master bring himself to the vegetable market?

He said why there are so many people in this market, and the co-authors are all buying and selling vegetables.

"Ahem, it should be inside, inside, let's go further."

Silly Zhu was also dumbfounded when he saw it, it's not right, the stick said it was sold at a stall here, did he come to the wrong place?
In front of his son, he was a little embarrassed, so he quickly walked a few steps and led the way ahead.

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

On the stalls on both sides of the road, there were no green vegetables, but all kinds of old things.

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

Hey, Shazhu really wasn't talking nonsense, he looked like he had visited Panjiayuan before.

It's just that something is missing.

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

Looking back at his son, he asked airily, "He Xiao, Dad didn't lie to you, didn't you? Just buy whatever you want. Dad just got paid, and I'll pay for you."

"No, I have money in my pocket."

He Xiao shook his head, not wanting to accept Shazhu's love any more.

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

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

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

"Hey, report?"

Taking a stack of old newspapers from the stall, He Xiao opened it and was quite surprised.

Report, is that the newspaper of the Republic of China?It's really strange.

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

Oh, it's really an old newspaper.

After carefully reading the contents of the newspaper, besides the news, there are also advertisements, which he found very interesting.

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

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

"Two cents?"

He Xiao took a quick look and found that there were quite a lot of old newspapers on the stall. Apart from declarations and Ta Kung Pao, most of them were newspapers from the period of the Republic of China. He estimated that there were seventy or eighty of them.

It's not expensive to buy it for more than ten yuan. These old newspapers are quite commemorative.

But before he could open his mouth, the silly Zhu next to him sprayed first.

"Twenty cents a piece? No, are you robbing money? I hate these old newspapers and plastering walls, how dare you want them."

Turning his head, Sha Zhu looked at his son, saw that he was a little moved, and quickly persuaded:

"Son, don't let him fool you. Isn't it just old newspapers? The third grandpa's house in the front yard has plenty of them. I'll get them for you when I get back."

He Xiao: "..."

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

Nothing else, too lazy to answer.

"Ahem, comrade, do you think it's okay? I'll pay ten yuan, and I won't pick any more. I'll take the whole stack away."

"Take it all away..."

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

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

"Little comrade, these are all newspapers from the Republic of China. It is not easy to keep them until now. Don't really muddle the wall when you buy them back."

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

Looking at the stack of old newspapers from the Republic of China, he felt like he was picking up the leaks. He took out a sheet of Great Unity from his pocket and handed it over.

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

The son was taken advantage of, and the silly Zhu was very anxious, but He Xiao ignored him at all because of his own deal.

"Ugh!"

Holding a stack of old newspapers in his arms, He Xiao happily continued to stroll around the market, followed by Silly Zhu with a sigh.

Walking to a clock stand, He Xiao became interested again. He squatted down and took a look, feeling that this thing must have been at least decades old.

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

"Little Comrade, do you want a clock? This is a good thing. It is inherited from my family. It only costs 100... [-] yuan, and I will sell it to you."

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

After hearing this, Sha Zhu became anxious, this is not Xiangjiang, the prices are not that expensive, his monthly salary is not even one hundred, his son doesn't know the evil stall owner, so don't be taken advantage of again.

But before he opened his mouth, He Xiao shook his head first.

"It's a pity to sell something inherited from the ancestors, but don't make the ancestors unhappy, you should keep it for yourself."

The stall owner's face darkened, but Shazhu was overjoyed, his son's mouth really followed him.

enough damage.

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

He pricked up his ears to listen carefully, and vaguely heard his son say: "I'm rich, but I'm not stupid..."

"puff."

Silly Zhu was overjoyed, he smacked it, it was quite interesting to say this.

(End of this chapter)