The Age of Rebirth: The down-and-out Bai Fumei counterattacks the art troupe

Chapter 25 Sister-in-law is here
Lu Changcheng ran to Zhao Xiaowei.

Zhao Xiaowei was still shouting. When he saw them coming, he smiled happily and said, "Sister-in-law is here."

The road here is winding and twisting, and everyone seemed to not want it to be found, so they placed it on both sides of the town center.The rice fields that have been harvested in autumn are right next to this, reflecting people's happy smiles, and the ground is covered with fallen leaves.

Looking at Zhao Xiaowei, he was covered in sweat and smelly, with a few scratches on his face.There was a pair of bright eyes on the rough face, smiling at her, "What do you need, sister-in-law?"

Lu Changcheng said unceremoniously, "Find her some dancing shoes."

The place where Zhao Xiaowei is located is the famous black market in Qingshui Village. Qingshui Village is not as small as the current urban and rural areas, and its fields are endless.There were many people on the road, and everyone just looked at him and left.

Nothing good comes of anything related to the black market these days.

Zhao Xiaowei has long been familiar with people's avoidant looks, but he was surprised that Brother Lu would come here with his sister-in-law.

Looking at his sister-in-law's shoes and thinking of his sister-in-law's profession, he instantly understood.

Zhao Xiaowei talked to an old man and chatted with him about something.

The old man didn't want to pay much attention to him at first, so he quietly set up a stall there.Seeing the stranger approaching, he hurriedly wanted to leave, but was caught by Zhao Xiaowei, who sighed sadly.

He also followed Zhao Xiaowei's gaze and saw Shen Chunan.

Shen Chunan didn't understand their dialect very well, especially since the old man added strong local characteristics to make it difficult for her to understand.Only occasionally Lu Changcheng added a few words.

Shen Chunan was relieved.

The old man looked at her from beginning to end like a fussy person, his eyes as sharp as an eagle could not conceal his turbidity.After looking her up and down, there was a hint of surprise in his eyes, and he chatted with Zhao Xiaowei for several times.

Lu Changcheng was still writing at him, as if he had finally compromised this difficult old man.

The old man took out a few pairs of shoes from the bag angrily.

As white as cotton, like a cloud.

Lu Changcheng weighed it a few times and found that the stitches were good and quite soft.The old man said as he continued to take out the few pairs of shoes in the package, "These are international goods I brought from the provincial capital. I thought no one would give them to me at a discount, but I want this amount."

His trembling hands, as dry as tree bark, made a three sign.

Zhao Xiaowei immediately jumped up and said, "There are so many, you are robbing them."

The old man looked at the jumping Zhao Xiaowei with a calm expression in his eyes. Instead, he sat cross-legged on the ground and said, "This is the number. If anything less, I won't give it to you."

At this time, there were gradually more people, and everyone heard the quarrel and gathered together.

A pair of shoes cost only a few yuan at most, and the old man offered thirty, which really seemed like he was waiting for a price.An old man with good craftsmanship can make it.

Lu Changcheng pulled Zhao Xiaowei, with persistence in his dark eyes, and said word by word, "Give it to him."

This pair of shoes was handed over to Lu Changcheng.

People around me touched it and found that it had a texture as soft as brocade. Girls who knew me couldn't help but be amazed when they saw it.

Thirty shoes, how expensive are they?

Lu Changcheng counted thirty from the pile of crumpled paper money with his hands and handed it to the old man.

"These shoes are good."

Shen Chunan knew that she was from the provincial capital and usually wore these shoes, but she was also very angry that the old man was not cheap.

But she didn't want to think about the transportation fees involved in transporting the shoes from the provincial capital.

And the old man didn't ask for her cloth coupons.

(End of this chapter)