Yang Tang, who was a little frustrated but disbelief, still went to the old street. As expected, he almost never saw antique stalls. After asking people, he found out that the street stalls would be completely banned on March 1, so after the New Year, there were almost no antique dealers coming to set up stalls.

Faced with such a blow, Yang Tang was worried. It doesn’t matter if he picked up a bargain. The key is whether this means that his wife is gone.

Fortunately, Yang Tang was reborn and traveled over to the top 30 before he came here. He still had this psychological tolerance, or the social experience in his previous life made him understand a truth: God can do whatever he wants, just leave his destiny!

However, since he is already in the old street, Yang Tang still plans to stroll around and even buy some bargains. Well, this is a habit he has developed as a family cook for many years and will not be able to change it for a while.

Unfortunately, I didn’t see any cheap and affordable things along the way. When I was walking to the end of the street, Yang Tang found several antique stalls with slogans next to me saying that I was selling stocks.

Of course, Yang Tang didn't expect to pick up the big leak in the legend of his previous life, but the man still came over and looked around with a few people in front of the stall.

"Boss, you said you were selling it. How do you sell these things?" Yang Tang asked with a bracelet.

The boss with Dead Fish Eye was smoking a cigarette and looking at the newspaper. When he heard the question, Aida glanced at Yang Tang ignorantly, pointed to the largest pile of small items and said, "This pile of ten pieces, the pile of slightly smaller ones in the middle is fifty, and the pile of one hundred in the remaining piles over there!"

When Yang Tang heard this, he realized that the boss was not selling antiques at all, otherwise he would not have set a dead price, so he didn't have the intention to take a closer look. He just looked around and kept the favorite secret in his heart, and basically didn't get started, so as not to see that the boss of the stall would like him and start the price.

After a while, Yang Tang, who was basically interested in things, pulled a few small items in front of him: "Boss, these six items are cheaper, how about giving you fifty?"

The boss didn't look at the items Yang Tang chose, but only glanced at the number and shape of the items, squinted the fish eyes and stared at Yang Tang. After two seconds, he looked away, took another cigarette, then stretched out the hand sitting under his butt, insisted on giving a thumbs up: "It's only sixty, why don't you take one less!"

"It's expensive." Yang Tang muttered, but still reached out to his butt to pay.

Seeing this, the boss smiled a little at the corner of his mouth, and he didn't say anything, so he watched Yang Tang's movements.

Yang Tang took out a handful of money, including five or ten yuan, but there were Chinese coins with no large denominations (1 Chinese coins≈1 USD≈1 pounds). He counted and said with a look of dismay: "Boss, I only cost seventy yuan here. The meal money for this week has not yet been settled, so I only have six or fifty yuan, right?"

"No." The boss refused very simply, "Anyway, those piles of 10 yuan are not bargaining!"

Yang Tang showed a painful expression, and he picked out one of the roughest craftsmanship, and then counted fifty to throw it on the stall: "Put a bag."

The boss pulled a black garbage bag from the foot of the stool and threw it to Yang Tang, then picked up the money from the stall in his hand, stroked it, and slowly put it away.

Yang Tang took the opportunity to put all the five selected items into the garbage bag, carried them in his hand, looked at the stall and then turned around and walked away.

When he could no longer see the shadow of the stall, he smirked and took out the five small items in the garbage bag and took them out and looked carefully. Only one of them was left, leaving only one of them that looked like a Thangka. The remaining four rough goods were wrapped in the garbage bag and threw them into the back bin of the garbage truck on the side of the road.

The texture of the Thangka looks like gold but not gold. At first glance, it looks like jade. It looks like plastic. The workmanship is quite exquisite, less than half a palm-sized size. There are many strange patterns on it, which seems to be a pattern. But Yang Tang took it and looked at it for a long time but couldn't tell what the picture it was. But he didn't think it would be a loss to buy such a thing for fifty yuan. Instead, he felt excited to find good products.

"Well, there is a hole in this Thangka, which should be used for stringing ropes. It seems that it will cost two more dollars."

After Yang Tang left the old street, he turned to Xinjie. This is the most concentrated place for various small shops near Shizhong. If students in Shizhong don’t eat at school, they must go to Xinjie.

There are all kinds of restaurants, noodle restaurants, restaurants and even hotpot restaurants, billiards halls, bookstores and arcade rooms, and there are also dry cleaning shops, small supermarkets and vegetable markets at the intersection. In short, except for the things that are too rare, you can buy anything here in Xinjie.

Yang Tang walked through the street and headed straight to the dry cleaning shop at the entrance of the street, but did not notice a tall figure waving to him at the door of the arcade room.

*******

In the arcade room, a yellow-haired man smoked a cigarette and asked the tall figure: "Hey, Dafei, are you still having fun?"

"I have no money, just bet!"

"Will I lend you money?"

The tall figure glared at Huangmao: "Erhuang, don't give me this fucking set unless you don't count my interest."

The smoking yellow-haired man was uncomfortable being seen by the tall figure, and looked away and said, "The money belongs to Brother Bi, how could it not be counted as interest..."

"Then it's over. Wait, I'll borrow two money from my brother and continue to come and play!" As he said that, the tall figure ignored Huangmao's attempt to stay and left the arcade room.

Another guy wearing four earrings next to him couldn't help but curse when he saw this: "Erhuang, have you forgotten what Brother Bi told me? Did you just zoom in and fly away?"

"I haven't forgotten, but Dafei is a guy with a strong body, has learned martial arts, and is fierce in fighting. He is not eighteen yet. When the time comes, I know that we will cheat him. Should you take it or should I bear it?"

Four earrings: “…”

*******

At this time, Yang Tang had already walked into the dry cleaning shop: "Boss, do you have a red rope?"

The owner of the dry cleaning shop was in his early forties and still had charm. At this time, she was discussing the cleaning plan for leather jackets with a female customer. When she heard Yang Tang’s question, she subconsciously replied: “What’s red?”

"Red rope... for hanging this." As he said that, Yang Tang lit up the Thangka for a moment and put it back into his underwear pocket on his chest.

"Yes, I'll find it for you!" The boss's wife was obviously a hammer and a slap. After she figured out what Yang Tang wanted, she actually threw down the female guest in the leather clothes and turned back to the cabinet. She also said, "The cleaning plan I told you just now is the best, please consider it!"

The female customer who was carrying a leather jacket to prepare for dry cleaning was filled with anger when she heard the boss's wife's words. She immediately pulled the leather jacket back from the counter and said shrillly: "Since you can't dry cleaning here, I'll go to another store to ask."

The boss lady who was pretending to search for the red rope immediately stopped hearing this: "Who do you think can't?" As she said that, she rushed over and grabbed the hem of the girl's leather jacket.

When Yang Tang saw this scene, he was a little speechless, thinking that these two old women would not tear them together, right? Before his thoughts could be finished, the female guest pulled them hard.

"Furo—"

The hem of the leather jacket immediately took off from the boss's hand, drawing a beautiful arc, and swept the iron hanging above the counter without any bias.

Unlucky, the iron is usually not plugged in. But today, the boss first collected a piece of clothing that needs to be ironed by the leather jacket, so he plugged in the electricity. Who would have thought that the business of dry cleaning of leather jackets would be ruined, and accidentally made the iron a big killer.

The iron drew a straight arc and smashed it towards Yang Tang without any bias, and it was ironing to attack people. This scared Yang Tang. Seeing that the iron was coming, his first reaction was not to hide, but to cover his face with his hands and lean back on his upper body.

You can't burn your face card anywhere.

"Sher—"

The iron was unbiased and the meat was filled with fragrance, which scared the boss's wife and the female guest screamed.

What's even more terrible is that Dafei, who came to borrow money, was a little stunned. Seeing Yang Tang being scalded by the iron, his first reaction was not to help remove the iron, but to pull the boss's lady and the customer, and said furiously: "My brother was scalded in your store, and you will lose money!"

*******

One hour later, I lived in the dormitory of the student student in Shizhong.

Yang Tang lay on the bed in the dormitory, covering his heart that was vaguely painful and cursing.

He had never expected that he would suffer such an unpredictable disaster when he skipped class and left the street. Moreover, the flying came too "timely", which happened to stop the boss's wife and the female guest's rescue, causing him to be sold by the iron for several more seconds.

As a result, I went to the hospital for examination. The doctor solemnly told Yang Tang that his dermis was burned and he needed to change the medicine every day and could not be infected, otherwise it would be very troublesome.

Fortunately, after the boss's wife and the female customer learned the news, they each paid 1,000 yuan to Yang Tang, which was counted as medical expenses. Otherwise, the cost of changing the medicine would be really a big trouble for Yang Tang. The key is that the school cannot know about this. Once the school knows it, his parents will definitely know about it.

Yang Tang, who worked hard for his parents in his past and present lives, worked hard for him to study for more than ten years but failed to get into a regular undergraduate degree in the end, always felt guilty.

I was sleeping drowsy until the evening. The other three classmates in the dormitory came back one after another. Seeing Yang Tang slumped on the bed, her chest seemed to be covered with gauze, she was shocked.

The chief of the office, Tang Xun, was the most exaggerated, and he looked fussy: "Three, isn't it? I'm so accurate in cursing? I asked Panda Li for leave in the afternoon and said that you were sick, and you were really lying in bed?"

Panda Li is the female head teacher of their class, Cecien Li. She is just in her early forties and is not old and looks pretty. But she prefers to put on makeup, especially around her eyes. The long-term makeup pigmentation is like a panda, so the boys in the class who don’t like her call her Panda Li privately.

"Yes, third brother, what's wrong with you?" Chen Song, the youngest in the dormitory, also asked.

"It's okay, I just got burned in my chest and I'll have to rest for two days."

Duan Yibin, who is second in the dormitory, usually the most taciturn, frowned and said, "Would you like to ask for a leave for you?"

"Don't... I was scalded outside the school, so I can't let the school know. If Panda Li asks about it tomorrow, I will say that I have a fever and sweat in the dormitory."

"Okay, what do you want to eat that night? I'll buy it for you!" Duan Yibin said again. Although he didn't talk much, among the three people in the dormitory, Yang Tang had the best relationship with him. He met him when he was playing basketball in his first year of high school.

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Chapter completed!