Siheyuan, a comfortable life under Zhengyang Gate

Chapter 78 Pastry Ticket

"Let's go to Xiaokun, find a place to call Lao Yang, and ask him to drive the truck to pick us up tomorrow morning."

After eating and drinking, they came out of the restaurant, and the two searched for a place. Han Chunming called Yang Huajian.

There are too many things.

There are more than 500 pieces, big and small, and they can't let the two of them use bicycles to pull them back.

It only took one morning for Yang Huajian to drive the old Jiefang truck over.

"Little Fifth Brother, are you done calling?"

When Han Chunming was on the phone, Yang Yukun squatted in front of the non-staple food store sucking a popsicle.

"The fight is over, Lao Yang said that he will come over early tomorrow morning, where are you going now?"

"It's still early, why don't you go shopping and finally come to Jinmen, and I'm going back tomorrow, buy something special to go back."

"buy what?"

“The time-honored pastry in Jinmen.”

"Do you have pastry tickets?"

"No."

"Then buy a fart."

"Think of a way, go to the black market to see if there are any for sale."

"Yes, let's go, let's take a look at the black market."

"Go."

Tomorrow he was going back to the imperial capital, and Yang Yukun planned to bring back some time-honored Jinmen pastries for Xu Jingping and the others to taste.

He did not have pastry tickets, nor did Han Chunming.

But they knew there was one place where they might be able to get it, and that was the black market.

After staying in Jinmen for a month, they basically visited the whole Jinmen.

Where is the black market here? The two of them are Yemen Qinger.

It's not far from where they are now, and it only takes fifteen or six minutes to ride there by bicycle.

Soon, the two arrived at the black market.

It's time to get off work, and there are quite a few people who come to the black market to buy things.

Because you don’t need tickets to buy things on the black market, you can buy things with money.

Han Chunming turned his head to look at Yang Yukun, and said, "Xiaokun, where can we find the ticket dealer?"

"Ask someone."

It was their first time visiting the black market in Jinmen, so they were not familiar with it.

Unlike in the imperial capital.

Yang Yukun had done business in the black market in Forty-Nine City back then, and knew the ticket dealers who sold tickets in the black market.

On this side, the eyes are all black.

But that didn't bother him.

The news is right under the nose, and it's not a problem to open your mouth when you go out.

I asked a few people who set up stalls in the black market, and I really let him find out about the ticket dealer, a middle-aged man in his 30s with a shrewd smile.

"Two little brothers, do you want a ticket?"

"Do you have a pastry ticket?"

"I have Gui Faxiang's pastry ticket, Guorenzhang's pastry ticket, Bengdouzhang's pastry ticket, Gui Shunzhai's pastry ticket, and Siyuanxiang's pastry ticket in my hand. Two little brothers, which one do you want?"

"Okay buddy."

"After all, I'm here to eat this bowl of rice. I'm not bragging. I have the most complete tickets in Jinmen. I can get all kinds of tickets."

"We want all the pastry tickets in your hand."

"The pastry tickets in my hand add up to a total of sixty catties, little brother, are you sure you want them all?"

"How much is a pound?"

"Not expensive, fifteen cents."

"It's really not expensive, little fifth brother, the two of us are half of each other?"

"Row."

Yang Yukun and Han Chunming each counted four and five to each other.

Fifty cents a catty, this price is really not expensive.

After all, pastry tickets are not like food stamps.

It’s okay not to eat pastries, but you can’t skip meals. Naturally, it can’t be as expensive as food stamps.

"Two little brothers, open and bright."

All the pastry tickets in his hand were sold out, and the ticket dealer had a smile on his face.

Pastry tickets are indeed not as easy to sell as food stamps, and these pastry tickets have been backlogged in his hands for a long time.

Unexpectedly, he met a nobleman today and bought all the pastry tickets he had accumulated in his hands.

"Two little brothers, do you want other tickets, food stamps, cloth tickets, meat tickets, yes tickets, bicycle tickets..."

"I don't want any other tickets."

"Hearing the accents of the two little brothers, they are not from Jinmen, are they from Sijiu City next door?"

"Come here to visit relatives. I don't know if I'm going back. I plan to order pastry tickets and bring some time-honored pastries from Jinmen back for family and friends to try."

After getting the pastry tickets, Yang Yukun and Han Chunming left from the black market.

The two of them didn't go to the pastry shop to buy pastries immediately.

The weather is still a little hot now, and it might deteriorate after buying it and putting it out overnight.

Wait until tomorrow morning to buy freshly baked ones.

After walking around for a while, it was almost dark, and the two of them returned to the rented yard.

…………

Silent all night.

the next morning.

When Yang Yukun woke up, Han Chunming was still awake.

He practiced in the courtyard for two hours before Han Chunming opened the door and came out of the house yawning.

"Xiao Kun, good morning."

"It's already 08:30, have you seen the sun, it's risen so high."

"Brother went to bed late yesterday, and didn't go to bed until almost twelve o'clock."

Back last night, Han Chunming had been playing with the Fang Baoxi he had found, and it was twelve o'clock in the blink of an eye, that's why he got up so late today.

Yang Yukun said, "Brother Jian should be here soon, right?"

"It should be soon."

"Beep beep..."

"Lao Yang is here."

"Say Cao Cao Cao Cao will be there."

There was a sound of car horns at the door, and Yang Yukun and Han Chunming went to the door to see that it was really Yang Huajian.

"Old Yang."

"Brother Jian."

"Chunming, Xiaokun, this place is really not easy to find. My buddy asked a lot of people to find it."

I received a call from Han Chunming yesterday asking him to drive over to help with the load.

He set off from Sijiu City before seven o'clock this morning, and arrived in Jinmen just after eight o'clock.

Because it was the first time he came here and he was not familiar with the way, it took him almost half an hour to ask for the way, and it took him a lot of effort to find it.

"Lao Yang, have you eaten yet?"

"No, Chunming, Xiaokun, my buddies came all the way from Sijiu City to fetch things for you, do you have to treat your buddies to breakfast?"

"Go into the house, wait for my brother to wash his face, and take you to eat Jinmen's Goubuli buns."

"Chunming, you don't just wake up, do you?"

"You're really right."

Yang Huajian asked, "Chunming, Xiaokun, how many old things did you two find when you came to Jinmen this time?"

Yang Yukun shook his head with a wry smile, "I just searched for ten thousand longevity masters and more than 20 paintings by modern painters. This time I came to Jinmen purely to accompany Xiao Wu to make soy sauce."

"Xiao Kun actually bought a lot of old objects, but he looked down on these old objects and sold them to me, leaving only one piece of porcelain and more than 20 paintings."

Han Chunming was also very envious of the Kangxi blue and white Tianpan Wanshou Dazun in Yang Yukun's hand.

Although this great statue is not as good as his Fang Baoxi, it is still a rare treasure.

The point is that the meaning of this object is very good. He plans to buy it and give it to his master as a birthday present when his master celebrates his birthday.

It's a pity that Yang Yukun doesn't sell this item, so he can only look at it for his eyes.

(End of this chapter)