Farmers in the courtyard

Chapter 35 Chapter 035: Visiting the Night Market

The night is cold and moonless.

Wang Zhendong got up without turning on the light. After getting dressed, he came to the main room.

First, I looked at the outside through the window, especially the Chen family, which was dimly lit and there was no light in the front yard.

Open the door gently, take it with you, go to the bicycle, and put it directly into the space.

Then from the empty space between his east cabin and the east wing, he climbed over the courtyard wall and left.

After leaving Nanluogu Lane, I took out my bicycle and headed west.

This time when he passed Wenjin Street, he also wanted to take a look at the location of the library so that he could know it well.

The streets are not completely deserted, as militiamen on patrol will encounter them from time to time.

Occasionally, cars and trucks pass by.

It is rare to see people riding bicycles at night. Wang Zhendong is not worried about it, but he is also afraid of trouble.

Try to avoid the militia.

Finally, we arrived at the West City Wall section smoothly. In the night, the dismantled city wall looked like a broken historical chapter.

The ruins and broken walls exude endless vicissitudes and desolation.

After checking the time, he saw that it was early ten o'clock, so he stopped delaying and put the bicycle into the space again.

Brick removal began. Huge city wall bricks are very good building materials.

If you do more, it will end up in pieces and disappear into the dust of history anyway.

It's better to be taken into the space by him, at least it can be retained well.

Each of these city wall bricks has printed words, which were made by someone in a certain place in a certain year and a certain month...

Wang Zhendong's speed was very fast, and the scattered city wall bricks quickly decreased and disappeared.

At early eleven o'clock, Wang Zhendong stopped.

It's almost done tonight, wait a few days and come back, otherwise the demolished city wall bricks in this section will be clean all at once, which will be a strange smell.

And he also wanted to visit the overpass, especially the small alley.

When we arrived at the overpass, more than half an hour had passed. It was almost twelve o'clock, and Wang Zhendong also put away his bicycle.

This place is not empty, but there are many people coming and going. Nowadays, private transactions are not strictly enforced.

These people do not trade during the day and come at night. Naturally, they do not want to be discovered by others about the items they trade.

As soon as Wang Zhendong entered a street, he saw someone trading cotton clothes and blankets. The owner was a young man with a sinister look on his face.

Needless to say, booty!

Next, go inside and it will be a bit normal, selling old hens, big roosters, ducks, eggs, duck eggs...

This is the prototype of speculation, right?

Under the planned economy, there was buying and selling.

In this era, each household has a certain quantity limit for raising these things, so such materials are also in short supply.

There are 500 million people in [-] cities. You can imagine how much is consumed in this day.

Not long after, I saw old furniture, old bicycles, old sewing machines, radios, and even old foreign cars for sale.

A foreign cart is a three-wheeled vehicle that pulls people, or a human-powered three-wheeled rickshaw.

There are now many rickshaw pullers in Sijiucheng, and the numbers are huge.

Wang Zhendong did not stop to watch or inquire about the price. He walked forward slowly. The dilapidated street lamps left over from the Republic of China glowed palely.

There are many people in the night market, but it is very quiet. Even if someone inquires about the price, it is only in whispers.

Walking here, you have the illusion of a hundred ghosts walking at night.

No one looks at anyone, everyone does his or her own thing.

Ok?
fishing rod?

Someone actually sells fishing rods?

Wang Zhendong saw a little old man wearing a ragged cotton-padded jacket squatting there with many things in front of him.

Seeing a set of fishing rods, Wang Zhendong immediately became interested.

He originally planned to take some time off, get a fishing rod, and go fishing in a leisurely manner.

If we meet now, let’s take a look at the quality and ask about the price.Needless to say, the fishing rods of this period were definitely made of bamboo, but don’t underestimate bamboo fishing rods.

Squatting down, Wang Zhendong saw this set of fishing rods, which had four sections. The shafts were clear and patinated, and the joints were well processed.

It is quite exquisite, and the workmanship is beyond words, just like a work of art.

It looks good. Wang Zhendong liked it very much.

When the little old man saw someone squatting down, he immediately became energetic. Following Wang Zhendong's eyes, he knew that the person was interested in the fishing rod.

He immediately introduced in a low voice: "You have good eyesight, Tianjin Wei is at the bottom of Jiuhe River, with three pontoon bridges and two passes. The fishing stuff must be imported from Tianjin.

This fishing rod was made by Zhang Zian, a famous rod-maker in Tianjin. It has an advanced tonality, a bamboo body like jade, a head that is not heavy, a waist that is not soft, and a heavy weight that does not weigh the tip.

Get your hands on it and take a closer look..."

Hearing this, Wang Zhendong glanced at the little old man and nodded pretending to understand.

He picked up the four-section fishing rod bundled together and looked at it carefully.

As expected, it was as smooth as jade, cold and lubricated in the hand, and it was heavy, not like bamboo.

Then take a closer look at the treatment of the interface. The copper sleeve is wrapped with wire and painted, which is really good.

"how much is it?"

Wang Zhendong opened his mouth to inquire. The little old man took a look at Wang Zhendong's clothes, leaned forward and whispered: "The minimum price is 30 yuan, no counter-offer."

Okay, this fucking fishing rod is second-hand, and it costs him 30 yuan, which is really bad!
No counteroffer yet?

Wang Zhendong immediately whispered: "I only brought ten yuan. It seems that I can't buy it."

His tone was pity, as if he was reluctant to part with the fishing rod.

But I didn't expect the little old man to answer immediately, "Looking at your outfit, I'll sell it to you for ten yuan..."

Wang Zhendong: "..."

What the hell!

Seeing Wang Zhendong stunned, the little old man smiled faintly, as if he knew what Wang Zhendong was thinking, and said: "Zhang Zian's fishing rod, of this quality, you can't buy it if it's less than fifty new.

Don't feel like you're at a disadvantage. If it weren't for some chewed grains, I wouldn't be willing to take out these things. "

"Okay, I want ten dollars."

Wang Zhendong didn't care whether what the little old man said was true or not, he took out ten yuan and threw it down, picked up the fishing rod and was about to leave.

But the little old man stopped him and said, "This small bag comes with the fishing rod. Here it is for you. There is a line and a fishhook in it, but they are all foreign goods..."

"Thank you!"

Wang Zhendong thanked him and took a calfskin bag, which was as big as a palm and had a buckle that could be hung on his belt.

Looking at the English letters on it, you can see that this small bag is also a foreign product.

During the Republic of China, foreign companies imported a wide variety of things, including everything.

He stood up and left, holding the fishing rod in one hand, and continued wandering.

Not long after, he actually saw something good again, an old-fashioned musket, which looked very period.

This time the stall owner was a young man, with a mustache like Xu Damao and wearing a satin jacket.

It can be seen that the family is well off, and he is probably the youngest son. Now that he is selling his things, he will have a hard time living.

After liberation, the lives of these old and young people were not so good. Those who had businesses were lucky, and they could still get dividends from the public-private partnership.

If there is no business, then all that is left is to keep selling off the property.

Just like Nanyi, it sells some antiques and eats good food from time to time.

Wang Zhendong thinks that this old-fashioned musket is very collectible. In a few years, it will be impossible to find it.

The most important thing is that this short gun is exquisitely made and seems to be decorated with gold pieces instead of silver or copper.

He knelt down and reached out to pick up the short flint gun. The decoration was really gold flakes, and it could be seen that it had been used very rarely and was in very good condition.

A very fine vintage short spray gun.

There are still English letters on it. Needless to say, it is also imported, but it must be very old.

It should be something from the Qing Dynasty, but it can be passed down so intact. This bearded young man's family is not simple!

Very collectible, great stuff!
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