It starts with the production team driving the big truck

Chapter 57 Passengers...there are so many passengers! (Seeking for collection)

Only then did Sun Jianping realize that his foot was stepping on the face of a middle-aged man!

What the hell!

Why is there still a person lying here!
The profession of porcelain...has such a long history?

The eldest brother grabbed Sun Jianping's ankles and threw them aside. He wrapped the old sheepskin coat around him again, curled up into a shrimp shape, fastened his dog-skin hat, and continued to sleep.

Sun Jianping retracted his feet. In the cold moonlight, he saw a pile of things placed in front of the man. They were so bright that they were dazzling. He squatted down, picked up one and looked at it. He put it to his ear and flicked it with his fingers. .

A large fine porcelain bowl, I don't know where it came from.

"Brother, how do you sell bowls?" Sun Jianping remembered that the two naughty boys Yueyue and Xingwen broke a lot of bowls at home, so it was time to add some more.

"Three cents apiece, pick your own!" The man was still lying on the ground, not even moving.

wipe!
This is the first time in his life that he has seen such business!
Do you think you are a supply and marketing cooperative?

So awesome!
Under the cold moonlight, Sun Jianping picked up a few bowls, compared them, selected a few of better quality, took out one dollar and fifty cents and handed them over.

The man stretched out a hand, took the money, stuffed it into his pocket, and waved his hand to Sun Jianping, telling him to leave quickly and not to disturb his sweet dream.

Sun Jianping rolled his eyes at him, stacked five large bowls, tucked them under his arm, and hurried out of the ghost market.

Zhang Ziyi also happened to sell out the prey. He stood up easily and kicked his son who was sleeping soundly. "Boss, get up and go home!"

"Return it?" Sun Jianping looked at the sky. The moon had already sunk into the western sky. It was three o'clock in the morning, the time when ghosts bared their teeth. The cold air penetrated the cotton coat, and his tongue was a little knotted with the cold.

The red horse's nose was so cold that it had runny nose. Zhang Ziyi touched the few notes in his pocket, then looked at his son, whose face was pale and stomping his feet from the cold. He sighed, "Then go to the guest house and see if there are any vacancies. To deal with Bansu..."

"Dad, that's great. I've never stayed in a guest house in my entire life!"

"That's it!" Zhang Ziyi slapped his son on the back of the head. The pain made the young man wince and laugh.

At Hecheng Guest House, the waiter raised his eyelids and read their letters of introduction and certificates. He took out a key from the counter and slammed it on the table. "Room 209 upstairs, there is no hot water. It will be at noon tomorrow." Check out, cents!”

"Why is it so expensive?" When Zhang Ziyi heard that it would cost him half the price of a pheasant in just seven or eight hours, his hands trembled and he almost didn't drop the key.

"If you love me, please go out and sleep on the street!"

The waiter glared and scolded angrily.

"Stop, stop!" Sun Jianping hurriedly stepped forward, took out his thirty-five cents and slapped it on the counter. Zhang Ziyi wanted to say something, but he pulled his sleeves and dragged him upstairs.

"Draft, what a slap in the face!" Zhang Ziyi was dragged up the stairs by him, looked at the waiter again, and couldn't help but cursed.

"Am I a fool!" The waiter refused to give in at all and scolded Zhang Ziyi!
The east wind blows the war drums, who is afraid of whom in these days?

The main theme is a battle between heaven and earth, against heaven and earth!

Passengers... Passengers are so stupid!
"Waiter, can we tie our horses to the back?" Sun Jianping thought of something again, turned around and went down the stairs and asked.

"The carriage storage fee is two cents!"

The waiter raised his eyelids and saw that it was a handsome young man. He pulled down a sheet and said, "Do you want to keep it?"

"live!"

Sun Jianping took out another two cents, ran outside and pulled the carriage to the stable behind, poured the fodder on it, and went to the kitchen to get a bucket of warm water for the horses to drink.

The bay horse stamped its hooves and looked at the new stable while drinking water. Maybe it was too thirsty, so this guy drank the entire bucket full of water.

"It's too cold. Eat some good tonic!"

Sun Jianping took out a large handful of black beans and soybeans and poured them into the manger. The bay-red horse waggled its tail and enjoyed the supper, and barked at Sun Jianping.

What a nice host!

After placing the horse properly, he turned around and entered the guest house. Zhang Ziyi and his son Zhang Fucai had already opened the room and were wiping their hands and faces on the washed blue plaid sheets.

"It's three o'clock, uncle, hurry up and take a nap!" Sun Jianping went to the window and touched the radiator. It was warm, not very hot, but at least it was much better than spending the night outside at minus 30 degrees Celsius.

In this cold weather, it is common for people to freeze to death!
"sleep!"

Zhang Ziyi took off his work shoes, took out the insoles, and lined them up on the radiator. The room was suddenly filled with the smell of smelly feet that was choking his throat.

Sun Jianping also took off his shoes... The two covered their noses and looked at each other, then looked at Zhang Fucai who was taking off his shoes...

Three minutes later, the waiter's high-octave scream came from the corridor!

"What the heck, you guys put your stinky shoes outside? Why don't you just die from the plague... Hey, the taste of grass is so spicy to your eyes..."

The three people hid in the room, covering their mouths and laughing.

Should!
Give you a taste of biological and chemical weapons!
Maybe he was too tired, so he slept until eight o'clock the next morning. Sun Jianping stretched himself and got up. He turned around and saw Zhang Ziyi pulling the curtains to wipe the stains on his work shoes. Seeing that he was awake, Grinning, "Jianping, do you want to check out at twelve o'clock?"

"Well, that's what I said yesterday." Sun Jianping rubbed his eyes and nodded.

"Then don't go back in a hurry. All the money has been spent. Even if you stay here, you have to stay until twelve o'clock!" Thinking of the 35 cents for the room, Zhang Ziyi felt very distressed. His eyes were chattering around, looking at what things in the room were worth three cents. Five cents, take it away later!
The thief never leaves!

Sun Jianping took out the porcelain bowl he bought yesterday and inspected it carefully. It was too dark last night, so he didn't look at it carefully at all.

This is amazing!

This set of five large bowls are all glazed!
There are even paintings on it!
Sun Jianping frowned, pointed the bowl at the sunlight coming in from the window, and looked at it again and again.

The glaze color is very delicate, and the painting work is also exquisite. Five-color glaze is used to outline the vivid scenery. It would not be possible for a skilled craftsman to create it!

Zhang Ziyi also leaned his head over to carefully identify the painting on it. He suddenly shouted, "Isn't this a birthday celebration for Magu!"

"Ok!"

Sun Jianping nodded and recognized that the second bowl was painted with blessings from heavenly officials, the third bowl was painted with the five sons passing the imperial examination, and the three bowls connected together represented happiness, wealth and longevity...

As for the fourth and fifth bowls, they were flower bowls used for decoration. Sun Jianping looked at them over and over again, and suddenly slapped his thigh, Oh no!

It was a hazy night last night and he couldn't see clearly, but he still remembered that the colors of a few bowls were different from others!
That should be "happy"!
May you be blessed with good fortune and longevity!

These four patterns put together make a complete set!
"Uncle, please rest first, I'll go out and take a look!"

Sun Jianping hurriedly ran to the door, pulled over the work shoes hanging on the radiator, inserted the dried insoles layer by layer, and put them on his feet.

He put on his cotton coat and hat, left the guest house, and went straight to the ghost market last night!

The sun rises late in the winter in the Northeast. At nine o'clock in the morning, the sun rises lazily in the southeast sky, casting a stream of cool sunlight.

There were not many people on the road. A few middle-aged people pushing bicycles were talking quietly about something. A crow landed on a big elm tree by the roadside and suddenly flew away with a croak.

Sun Jianping took off his hat, put his hands to his mouth, breathed a sigh of relief, and stared at the ghost market in front of him.

Nothing.

It’s all gone, and the bowl seller from last night is nowhere to be found!
"Hi!"

A soft little hand patted his shoulder, startling him. Sun Jianping turned his head and looked happy!

This is not an old acquaintance...

Wang Yuzhu, the second daughter of Director Wang’s family!

"Why do I meet you here!" Yuzhu was wearing a navy blue overalls, his hair was combed into a big braid hanging behind his head, and he was wearing a pair of furry earmuffs. When he smiled, his big eyes narrowed into a slit.

Sun Jianping pursed his lips. The second girl looked like this...

One street away from her sister.

"Haha, what a coincidence!" Sun Jianping also laughed, "I didn't expect to meet you here."

"I heard that there is a ghost market here at night, so I thought about coming to see it, but I didn't expect to get up late...Brother Jianping, why are you here too!"

"I and the people from the village came here for a stroll and bought some New Year's goods." The two of them answered casually as they walked side by side on the streets with few cars and horses.

"Brother Jianping, how did you find my home last time? Did my sister bring you here? Are you two still in contact now? To what extent?"

Wang Yuzhu's bright eyes sparkled with gossip, and he couldn't wait to ask.

　Please read and collect!
　　Happy Double Eleven, everyone, please keep your wallet tight!

　　grateful""

　　
　
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