Mr.president, you are too gentle

The ancient city was quiet as if it were a beast. With a wide mouth, all the noise was swallowed, leaving only the crowd in fear.

After walking for a long time, Fu Xiaoxiao saw a street. There are some small shops with Jiangnan characteristics all around. There are shops selling all kinds of small things, one of which is exquisitely decorated.

Fu Xiaoxiao walked in. The landlady was a young woman in her twenties. It was lazy to see a guest coming. He just gave a symbolic greeting and let Fu Xiaoxiao look at it.

She didn't mind. She turned around in the store. The things sold here are a little miscellaneous, but it can also be said to be rich and diverse.

Some trinkets full of Jiangnan flavor, various hairpins and bracelets with wooden beads, etc. What I do is very exquisite. I pay little attention to sweep it one by one, but I don't have much intention to buy it.

It is good to appreciate these things, but they are not very useful in real life. In addition to people who really like to buy collections, most people buy them on a whim.

Fu Xiaoxiao has always been a person who clearly understands what she wants. This kind of thing that a little girl will move, but she can see it with just appreciative eyes. Everything else is calm.

Walking past those ornaments, the wall next to them is covered with Peking Opera faces. Each mask is vividly made and hung on the side with a ferocious look, which is eye-catching.

Her eyes swept in a hurry, but she couldn't stop at some wood products. They are small wooden things, similar to a dressing box, with exquisite copper locks on it.

It can be seen from the wood that it is exquisitely and exquisitely made. Fu Xiaoxiao casually took one and held it in the palm of her hand. The wood still exuded a slight fragrance. It was more exquisite when she looked carefully, so she couldn't put it down.

However, although it is exquisite, it has no serious use. Besides, she always knows that these things in tourist attractions are actually full of water. Nothing can use real good wood. They should be smoked with incense.

It's not worth spending a lot of money on such useless things, so paying a little after appreciation still suppresses the excitement in my heart. A little reluctant to put the dressing box down again, and almost all of the shops have been visited.

Although the landlady is careless, Yu Guang has been paying attention to Fu Xiaoxiao. Seeing that she put down the things in her hand again, some disdained glanced at her mouth, which seemed to be very dissatisfied.

Feeling that kind of look, Fu Xiaoxiao was a little embarrassed. Looking out through the glass window, it's really a little bad to go out on a cloudy day. It's already drizzling outside.

It's called the ancient city of Jinling. Is it possible that even the weather has become rainy and changeable in the south of the Yangtze River? Fu Xiaoxiao thought carelessly in his heart. Because the landlady's eyes were a little uncomfortable, she decided to buy an umbrella here.

There are some oil paper umbrellas at the door of the store, which are full of Jiangnan characteristics. The wooden pole is covered with flat oil paper. It looks like a water town in the south of the Yangtze River, but it is not very practical.

Fu Xiaoxiao put it in his hand and looked at the rain outside. He felt that there should be no problem to block the light rain outside.