Take Arada back to the past

Chapter 51, this identity is hanging!

Yang Xiaole calculated the money in his hand, only 43 yuan 2 cents 1 cent 7
Short of that, he wasn't too worried.

I thought that after I wandered around, I would sell some of the fish in the space tomorrow morning and then buy them again.

Looking at a bus passing by the road, he subconsciously moved away.

A white bus with about [-] seats, with a dark blue bag tied on the top, is about the same length and width as the car, and half as high as the car.

I heard Zhang Laohan said that this thing burns gas.

I was afraid that it would explode suddenly and kill my small body.

When the car was far away, the imaginary explosion did not come.

Then he looked at the man who was repairing the car, and his eyes rolled around.

Clearing his throat, he said, "Can this car be cheaper? I'll just buy it if it's cheaper, and I'll bring all the money."

The man glanced at him, and said calmly: "This car belongs to the public, and I have the final say on how much it costs."

Then he ignored him and continued to fix the car with his head down.

Yang Xiaole didn't care either, but was talking nonsense: "Oh, is that so? My brother bought 28 bars here last time. I'll ask the street office if you have registered this transaction."

The man glanced at him and sneered.

Ignore him!

"Okay, I'll go to the director to report the situation."

They don't come to check the car repair shop street office every day. They usually go to the street office to register once a month.

Collect today, sell tomorrow, who knows!

After speaking, he walked forward without looking back.

The man looked at his actions, hesitated for a moment, and then shouted: "I have a notebook, tell me when it is, what car, I have a record."

After speaking, he got up and took out a notebook.

Yang Xiaole turned her head and took a look, ignored him and continued on her way.

say what?
Talk shit!
As soon as you say it, you reveal your secrets, just like going into a store to buy clothes, the boss knows what you want as soon as you hesitate.

Can the price be paid back?
Seeing his leaving back, the man hesitated for a while and finally shouted: "Okay, come back, 35 is sold to you."

"Hey, Uncle, that's what you said!"

Yang Xiaole laughed when he heard the words, and walked back.

As long as everyone knows their purpose well, there is no need to pretend.

Looking at Yang Xiaole who came back with a smile, the man snorted: "Did that kid Qian Yongqiang ask you to do this? You shouldn't have sold it to that brat."

Yang Xiaole just smiled and didn't answer.

Seeing his expression, the man wrote a note without saying anything.

"Money! This car is charged at 35, and 35 will be given to you. It's okay! It's bad luck for eight lifetimes. I even put in an inner tube, 2 yuan and 6!"

Yang Xiaole smiled, took out 35 yuan and handed it to him, looked at the pump, and asked about the price.

"2 block 5!"

He took out another 2 yuan and handed it to the other party.

"Thank you uncle, goodbye!"

Then he rode his bike to the distance.

At this time, I still have a huge sum of 5 yuan and 7 cents. If I don't buy expensive ones, it is enough for the time being.

Riding on the road, looking at the houses on the roadside, they are basically shops along the street left over from the past.

Occasionally, there are former palaces and official residences, newly built buildings, streets and factories, criss-crossing together, and he looks at them with great interest.

This is the former inner city area. In the Qing Dynasty when the Manchus and Hans were divided, all the people living here were Manchurians.

The same goes for officials.

The Han people mainly live in the outer city.

According to the gossip that Zhang Laohan told him, the people who lived in Sijiu City back then also had something to say.

The east is rich and the west is expensive, while the south is poor and the north is cheap.

The west of the city used to be the place where the princes and generals of the Bannermen lived together, and the east was where rich people lived.

As for the north and south, it is easy to understand.

He is not very clear about the specifics, so he just listens to it as gossip.

"Sharpen the scissors, sharpen the kitchen knife~~"

"Curium Pot and Curium Pot~"

……

From time to time on the road, I met people who were carrying the burden of work, yelling there.

These are not private, they have serious jobs, and they are all employees of the service agency under the sub-district office.

I came here in rush for lunch, and slept for two hours after eating.

It was already past three o'clock in the afternoon.

Yang Xiaole looked around and wanted to play nearby, but it seemed that he didn't have enough time, so he simply didn't go in again.

Strolled to the previous Xidan vegetable market, glanced at it and didn't go in.

Those who don't want tickets can buy them at any time, and those who want tickets can't buy them, so they can come to visit after they have tickets.

Ride in the direction of Tian'anmen and see what the square looks like now.

"Yang Xiaole?"

After riding for tens of meters, there was a surprise sound from the side of the road.

Yang Xiaole turned to look, shouted, the place is really small!
It was Hua Yourong.

And standing next to her was Hua Yourong's mother, who had just come out of the grocery store with a basket in her hand.

"Hua Yourong! Hello, Auntie!"

Yang Xiaole responded and greeted Huamu.

Mother Hua was also very happy to see him, with gratitude in her eyes: "Haven't you gone back yet? You even got a bicycle."

"Oh, my uncle is in the city. This is his car. He came to see a doctor two days ago and lives at my uncle's house!"

Yang Xiaole was talking nonsense without even thinking about it!
Luo Jinping's name can still be used for a while, anyway, these people will not get together.

Mother Hua looked at him and smiled: "I haven't had time to thank you for what happened last time! If it weren't for you, I might have disappeared."

"Auntie, you don't have to be polite. The teachers in class teach us to be good people and good deeds."

Yang Xiaole smiled honestly.

Mother Hua smiled, and told Hua Yourong next to her, "Go buy a popsicle, it's too hot, cool him down."

"Hey, good!"

Hua Yourong happily ran back to the grocery store.

"Hey, no need!"

Yang Xiaole was polite, he could afford this, but he just didn't think of buying this thing just now.

"You're welcome, do you have something to do now? Or do you want to go home?"

"It's okay, I haven't been to the city before! Come and take a stroll!"

Hearing his words, Mother Hua smiled: "Okay, go to my house first, don't leave at night, eat at my house, I went to the mall to inquire about it, I was planning to go to your house these days to thank you Yes. I didn’t expect to meet you today.”

"Auntie, don't be so polite. It's nothing. Are you feeling better?"

Mother Hua sighed: "Hey, it's an old problem. It can't be cured in China. Let's see if there is any hope abroad."

Hearing this, Yang Xiaole's thoughts moved.

foreign?

"Xiao Le, here it is!"

While talking, Hua Yourong walked over with a smile and handed him an ice cream.

Yang Xiaole saw that she only bought one, even his face was a little embarrassed, he sold it for being cute.

Seeing this, Huamu smiled: "Let's eat, the two of us can't eat, let's go home."

After speaking, take the lead and walk forward.

Hua Yourong blinked her big eyes, and greeted him: "Go, I'll give you something delicious when I go home."

Yang Xiaole just wanted to say no.

Mother Hua's voice came over: "Come on, it's in the alley ahead, not far away."

Hearing this, Yang Xiaole felt uncomfortable to refuse, took the ice cream and pushed the cart to follow.

On the way, he ate the ice cream.

The commune also sells them, but they are all mung beans, red beans, etc., and they cost two cents a root. I don’t have this kind of cream in my hand.

Because the countryside is hard to sell.

Eating ice cream in summer is really refreshing.

Not far indeed.

Turned two alleys and stopped at an intersection.

"Okay, here we are. Go in."

Hua Yourong pointed to a small western-style building in front of her, and said with a smile.

Yang Xiaole looked it over, it was a bit like an old-fashioned western-style building in Shanghai, with two floors and a small courtyard.

This identity will be suspended in the future!
punishment!
Very punishing!

It just made him wonder why he would secretly go to the flea market at night with such an identity.

(End of this chapter)