Siheyuan: Starting with Damo Neighbors

17. Begging for food, is this a beggar? (Please collect!)

In the middle of the night, Wang Xuewen smeared and went out.

Today, instead of going to the ghost market under the root of the imperial city of Xicheng, he went to the ghost market of Panjiayuan.

Panjiayuan is famous in later generations.

Especially in the eighties and 90s, there are many training booths.

There are antiques, cultural relics, and artifacts.

Of course, when antiques became popular, there were naturally more fakes.

But in the 60s, antiques were not so popular yet.

There should not be so many fakes in this era.

I just don't know if there are many antiques in Panjiayuan from this period.

Riding a bicycle to Panjiayuan Ghost City, Wang Xuewen was disappointed here.

The Panjiayuan Ghost Market is not as big as the Xicheng Huangcheng Gen Ghost Market.

The things sold in the ghost market are similar.

Most of them are all kinds of old clothes, old things, and then some food, poultry and so on.

There are also reselling various tickets.

There are even guns.

There is a toy gun made of wood in front of him. If you want to buy it, you can reach into the bag and touch the real thing.

It can even be disassembled for inspection, and you can probe in to see.

But can't take it out.

Trade if you want to buy, and forget it if you don’t want to buy.

The control of guns in this year is actually not as strict as in the past.

Many people have this stuff hidden in their homes.

It's just that under the imperial city, basically no one dares to use it indiscriminately.

If you kill someone, you can only run away.

Wang Xuewen was accosted by a man with his face covered and holding a wooden toy gun.

In the end, he really bought a handful of big black stars, including bullets, which cost him more than 30 yuan, nearly a month's wages!

How should I put it, just in case.

He doesn't harm anyone, but he has to be wary of others.

There will be a wind blowing next year, and if the storm blows to me, I can't be slaughtered by others.

What's more, he also has [storage ring].

Put things in there, no one can find them!

Wang Xuewen found a place where no one was around, and took out two pigs.

I found a random corner and sat down to set up a stall.

To say that this Panjiayuan ghost market is indeed not as big as the Gen ghost market in the old imperial city of Xicheng.

But the speed at which this pork is sold is no slower than that over there.

In less than an hour, the two pigs were all sold out.

Several stall owners next to him bought a lot.

This time, he didn't keep the pig's head and ribs, and sold them all together.

Two pigs were bought for over a thousand.

put away your things,

Taking advantage of some time before dawn, Wang Xuewen looked for stalls selling antiques in the ghost market.

Mainly looking for porcelain, followed by calligraphy and painting and jade.

Porcelain from the Ming and Qing Dynasties, even if it is a bowl for eating, as long as the quality is good, it is not a loss to buy it for one or two yuan.

Calligraphy and painting are different.

Calligraphy and painting jade are generally more expensive and easy to drill.

Wang Xuewen was inexperienced, so he naturally didn't want to touch it lightly.

Wang Xuewen also collected a lot of things.

They were all bottles and jars, and he didn't know what age the porcelain was from.But it feels pretty good.

It is not collected in one family.

Most of the stalls have all kinds of old things.

Porcelain is also mixed in it.

Wang Xuewen means how many pieces are accepted by this family, and how many pieces are accepted by that family.

The cheapest bowls are cheap, and the most expensive blue and white porcelain pot is only 46 yuan.

He just saw that the vase was old and looked good, and it was still blue and white porcelain.

Will spend a lot of money to buy it.

Even if he has never studied antiques before, he knows that real blue and white porcelain is very expensive.

Especially Yuan blue and white, which are almost sky-high prices.

If you bought a fake product and drilled it, it would only be a loss of forty or so yuan.

That is the price of one-tenth of a pig.

But if you buy the real thing.

By the 21st century, that would be tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands or even millions of times the profits.

As the sun shined, the people who practiced stalls in the ghost market began to close their stalls and go back.

Wang Xuewen also drove back by bicycle.

Make ramen noodles this morning and have a good meal in the evening.

Get steamed pork ribs, boiled beef, and Chinese cabbage.

After climbing over the wall and returning to the backyard, Wang Xuewen began to prepare when he returned to the house.

Cut a piece of beef and put it in the pot to marinate.

Then knead and pull the noodles.

The meat is marinated and the noodles are ready.

Wang Xuewen pulls dragon beard noodles, each noodle is as thin as dragon beard.

Cook it in a pot under boiling water for a while.

A bowl of longxu noodles, covered with sliced ​​beef, and two hard-boiled eggs.

Sprinkle chopped green onion, don't mention how fragrant it is.

It's just his breakfast.Today's dinner is much richer than this.

If people know that his breakfast is so rich, he would cut a pound of stewed beef into a bowl of noodles and add two poached eggs.

Definitely a metamorphosis with envy.

After Wang Xuewen finished eating a large bowl of noodles, he also drank almost half of the soup, which made him sixty percent full.

But there is no need to eat too much in the morning, six minutes full is enough.

Putting down the bowl and chopsticks, Wang Xuewen ordered another bowl of noodles, ready to send it to the deaf old lady later.

Of course, a few slices of meat are enough, and only one egg can be given.

It's not that I don't want to give up, but that I can't give more.

Besides, the deaf old lady may not finish eating.

next door.

Brothers Liu Guangtian and Liu Guangfu woke up from hunger again.

In other words, it was awakened by the smell of the fragrance from outside.

"Why are you here again? Who is cooking so early!" Liu Guangfu muttered complainingly.

I ate so little last night, and I was hungry in the middle of the night.

It's okay if I didn't wake up, I don't feel hungry.

After I was done, I felt hungry and uncomfortable.

Liu Guangtian remembered that during the meeting last night, Wang Xuewen said that he steamed the buns early in the morning and sent them to the deaf old lady.

The fragrance they smelled yesterday came from Wang Xuewen's house, not from Xu Damao's house.

Wang Xuewen's family is alone, and he is younger than him. Although he is tall, he is very thin.

Maybe he could go and get something to eat.

"Guangfu! Get up! Let's go get some food!" Liu Guangtian pushed his younger brother.

"Where are you going to get it?" Liu Guangfu just woke up, still a little dazed.

But when he heard that there was something to eat, he still sat up.

"Wang Xuewen's family!!"

After Wang Xuewen cooked the noodles, he put the noodles and poached eggs into a bowl.

Put a few slices of stewed beef on top, sprinkle with a little green onion, and it's all done.