Chapter 845: Self-made
“Are you going to buy it or not? If not, leave quickly, don’t delay our business!”
“Come! Five kilograms of stick noodles, tall, take it! ”
“Don’t worry, Without bringing anything worthless,
In the stall, several young men were selling grains enthusiastically, while Mazi sat upright and smoked a cigarette, with his legs crossed and a cigarette in his mouth.
"Business is good!"
Chu Heng came to the stall with a smile and touched the rice bags on the stall to see how good it was.
"Ahem, what are you doing!" A boy smacked his hand away rudely and glared: "Don't move around, these are all for food, who will sell them to us if they get dirty?" ?”
How dare he follow His boss stretched out his claws, but Wan Xiaotian refused to do it. He pointed at his nose and scolded: "Who the hell are you trying to do? I'll kill you, believe it or not!"
"Ah, come on. Looking for trouble?”
The younger brother was not afraid at all, and puffed up his chest with a sneer: "Come on, let's move your hands and try it!"
The other younger brothers who were greeting the guests put down what they were doing and looked away with unkind expressions. come over.
“Let’s see who has the heart of a bear and the guts of a leopard!” Mazi stood up at this time and pulled away the younger brother who was blocking him. He was about to say a few words when he saw the person coming. A big boss from Forty-Nine City was so frightened that his face turned pale, and he hurriedly kicked the young man who had just hit Chu Heng in the palm: "You're blind!"
Immediately, he hurriedly ran out from the backstage of the stall and came to Chu Heng with a flattering look on his face: "Master Chu, this little brother of mine is too blind to recognize Taishan. Your Excellency, you don't remember the faults of villains. Give him a break." Come back."
The man in front of him is a master who stomps his feet to the point where the whole city is shaken. He is not something he can afford to offend.
The people at the stall were shocked when they heard that the person in front of them was the Mr. Chu whom their boss often talked about. They stood there in a daze, not daring to move, and didn't even pay attention to someone buying something.
“It’s not surprising if you don’t know.”
Chu Heng naturally wouldn’t care about such a trivial matter. He glanced at the stall with a smile and said, “Your business is not small. "
"Hey, just make a living." Mazi forced his face to show humility. With a smile on his face, he hurriedly picked up half a bag of white noodles from the stall and handed it over: "Take this, the special Fuqiang flour. The steamed buns will be big and sweet!"
"No need, I took it." Chu Heng smiled, waved his hand, and asked, "What's your price for this?"
"Coarse grains are fifty cents, fine grains are one dollar and two, and this kind of rich and strong powder is more expensive, one dollar and five cents." Mazi said hurriedly.
“It’s not cheap!” Chu Heng raised his eyebrows. The price was not much better than that of Sijiucheng.
Mazi didn’t know what the big man meant, so he had to carefully explain: “It’s the same price now, but it wasn’t cheap when we harvested it in the countryside. Coarse grains cost 40 cents, so it was a hard time to earn. Money."
"It's really not cheap."
Chu Heng nodded, took out the cigarette from his pocket, and said goodbye: "Okay, you guys can get busy. Let’s have a drink some other time.”
"I'll invite you then."
Mazi stood respectfully and watched.
Leaving from here, Chu Heng continued to go deeper inside, looking thoughtful all the way, and bumped into people a few times because he was distracted.
Wan Xiaotian was so hurt that he could only run ahead of him to clear the way to avoid accidents.
Just like that, he walked all the way to the deepest place before he came back to his senses.
At this time, there was no one around them, and there were only two stall owners in front of them, standing alone in the corner.
One of the stalls sold pots and pans, the other a bronze sword!
"Huh?"
Chu Heng's eyes were quickly attracted to the sword, and he walked over without thinking.
Before arriving at the stall, he first glanced at the sullen stall owner, and then squatted down to look at the bronze sword. However, the foreign wax ordered by the stall owner was a bit dim, so he could not see clearly. Really, so I could only ask the stall owner: "Can you get started?" When the stall owner heard the Jingli accent, his eyes suddenly lit up, and without saying anything, he stretched out his hand and made a gesture of invitation.
After receiving the consent, Chu Heng picked up the sword and looked at it carefully while shining it with a flashlight.
The shape of this piece is a typical object from the early Warring States Period. It is about sixty centimeters long. The blade is well preserved, and it is slightly prickly when you touch it with your fingertips. What is even more rare is the thick blade on the sword. The paste, at first glance, looks like something with a big door open.
“Eh?”
Looking at it, Chu Heng found seven inscriptions on the hilt of the sword and suddenly made a sound of surprise. He quickly took a flashlight and took a photo carefully, but he could only barely Recognize the word "self-made".
"Good stuff!"
Chu Heng put down the bronze sword with envy, then stretched out his hand to inquire about the price from the stall owner.
After the two shook hands, the stall owner quickly quoted a price of three hundred.
It is indeed not expensive. If you send this thing to a cultural relics store, it will cost at least two thousand!
However, at this time, at this place, three hundred yuan was definitely a sky-high asking price. Chu Heng rolled his eyes and directly counter-offered to fifty...
He's not short of money, but he can't be the boss, right?
Ever since, the two of them started to have a heated exchange of words: you reduced it by ten yuan and I increased it by five yuan. It took a while before the transaction was completed at a price of one hundred and one.
Chu Heng quickly counted the money and handed it to the stall owner: "Please order."
The stall owner took it and checked it twice carefully, then took out a small-leaf red sandalwood sword box from behind. He put it on the stall, stood up and disappeared into the night without saying a word.
“This old man doesn’t even want any more cloth.” Chu Heng put the bronze sword into the sword case in a funny manner, picked up the pieces of cloth lying on the ground, balled them up and threw them to the pot seller next to him. The owner of the pot stall held the sword box and rode back.
Seeing this, Wan Xiaotian hurriedly came over: "I'll hold it for you."
"Go, go, stay here, don't let me break it again." Chu Heng, however, didn't appreciate it, with a look on his face She pushed him away in disgust and hugged the sword box tightly.
Wan Xiaotian scratched his head angrily, and Diandian followed behind him.
Different from just looking around when they came, these two guys started throwing money around when they went back.
Meat, dates, chestnuts, walnuts, mushrooms, day lilies, almost everything I saw was bought, and the big cloth bag was filled to the brim in no time.
"I wish I had brought more bags." Chu Hengyi looked at Wan Xiaotian who was carrying the bag with a lingering look, and sighed regretfully: "Let's go back."
Wan Xiaotian looked relieved. I wiped the sweat from my head and followed him with shaky and heavy steps.
Still buying?
You are killing me!
After the two walked back for a certain distance, Chu Heng suddenly stopped and looked at a stall full of people ahead.
"It's too expensive for you. Cheaper, three yuan a pound, I'll give you five pounds!"
"It's only four yuan, do you want it if you like it?"
"No, why are you like this? What about death?”
“That’s right, you can take it as soon as you see fit,
……
This conversation aroused Chu Heng's interest. The price of pork in the pigeon market in the big city is about two yuan, but the stall owner's meat costs four yuan, which is obviously not pork.
“Have a look.” Chu Heng squeezed into the crowd curiously and saw an unpeeled sika deer lying on the ground, one of its hind legs had been bought.
(End of this chapter)