Golden Fishery

  The old man did not answer directly, but said to the stall owners on both sides in amazement: "You look at it, it's rare, this little foreign girl's Mandarin is much better than ours."

  A stall owner who sells melon seeds and peanuts smiled and said: "Lou Liu, stop talking nonsense, and quickly sell sugar cane to others. Just your Mandarin, do you speak Mandarin?"

  A group of people laughed. The old man "KaKa" cut two sections and peeled it off, wrapped one end in a plastic bag and handed it to Shirley, waving his hand: "No money, haha, I will give it to you."

   Shirley put down a hundred bills and said triumphantly: "We have money."

  She turned around and wanted to leave, because Qin Shiou told her that 100 yuan is equivalent to 20 yuan in Canada, and in Newfoundland, 20 yuan can buy such a sugarcane.

  As a result, the old man grabbed her and gave her a handful of money. Shirley squeezed back in confusion and asked, "Why is it so cheap?"

  Qin Shiou didn’t want to tell her about the relationship between currency value and the local economy of various countries. He was helpless to Shirley’s mathematical talents, so he simply said: “Master sees you look beautiful, so I’m giving you a discount.”

   Upon hearing this, Powell and the others looked at each other, and then no matter what they bought, they asked Shirley to come forward. And Shirley is indeed very cheap every time she buys things. The four children thought they were taking advantage of it, so they were happy all the way.

Qin Shiou went to the market this time to buy a lot of things, mainly dried fruits, drinks and the like. Originally, Father Qin prepared a lot of dried fruits, but they were all melon seeds and peanuts. Qin Shiou didn’t like to eat these things. He bought all pistachios. , Cashew nuts, almonds, pine nuts and so on.

  The shape of the streets of the town is a cross. One street is full of clothes and shoes, one is full of fruit food, one is full of vegetables, seafood and meat, and the other is full of miscellaneous things.

  Qin Shiou took Wei Ni and others to the street where groceries were mainly sold. This is interesting.

There were candy-squeezers on the street, and Wei Ni was also very interested in this. She went up to buy a few and explained to Qin Shiou: "When I was a child, I was in Beijing. My grandfather often bought me this and candied haws. In fact, I didn't like to eat them at the time. But my sister Fox has always been very enthusiastic, which pleases my grandfather and grandmother, there is no way I can just bite the bullet and eat..."

  Qin Shiou listened to Winnie's little grumble. It feels quite interesting.

At the market, some people dipped their fingers in oil paint to write and draw. This is considered technical work. The old man can make a landscape painting in a few tens of seconds with the fingers of his hands. Kind of blessings.

  Weini and others were very interested in this, and asked Bird to take the lead to squeeze in to watch. The leopard was unlucky and was screamed again and again...

  One painting is 15 yuan, Qin Shiou asked the old man to paint six. Write the names of Winnie and her party separately, and then give them to them.

  The children accepted it happily, and Bird was very solemn and said: "I think this can be regarded as intangible cultural heritage? So I have to preserve it, maybe it will become a treasure in many years."

   "If you want to keep the family heirloom, then I have other things to give you." Qin Shiou smiled and led a group of people forward and said. "Open your eyes, the road of Chinese folk art, officially set off!"

  He is not an exaggeration. Within two steps, there is a candy-blower booth.

  It happened that the stall owner was blowing a big lobster, and the orange syrup was quickly shaped into shape. The four children of Shirley who watched kept screaming.

  Vini smiled with her arms folded: "This is a folk craft in Kyoto, isn't it? I saw some of them when I was in Kyoto, and they did very dazzlingly. At that time, I even had the idea of ​​becoming this kind of artist."

  Qin Shiou swept all the way. What flower art, rice carving, bone carving, dough sculpture, sugar transfer, sugar painting, dough kneader, paper cutting, porcelain carving, etc. As long as he could make small crafts in a short time, he gave a copy to the people around him.

   was crowded all the way, slowly and finally squeezed to the southernmost exit of the market, Qin Shiou wiped his sweat. The stupefaction in the winter is hot and sweaty, and the collection this year is too valuable. There is no need to take a sauna.

The children blushed with excitement, and their little schoolbags were full of porcelain carvings, paper-cuts, face men and other small things. Shirley said enthusiastically: "Shall we bring back to Farewell Island? Then we will Organize a class to talk about Chinese art to those hillbillies."

  Qin Shiou said that of course it was good. He was just about to give the children an idea, but a woman's howling suddenly sounded in front of him, and the people in front squeezed backwards, leaving a clearing.

  "Fighting?" Qin Shiou frowned. He pulled Shirley to protect behind him, so that the children could all stand together.

There are too many people in   years, it is inevitable that they will bump into each other, and sometimes conflicts will occur. But in most cases, everyone is more restrained. After all, it will be the New Year’s Eve. It’s not good to fight on such a festive day.

People around were talking in twos and threes. Qin Shiou heard that it was not a fight. He squeezed forward and saw a woman in her sixties sitting on the ground crying bitterly, holding a small cotton hat in her hand and crying:" …Where is my grandson? Ooo, oo, and grandson are gone? Who saw my soldier? Well, tell me, oooo, my grandson, oooo, where is it..."

   A middle-aged man in a suit next to him asked anxiously: “Don’t cry, don’t cry first, when did you disappear? Huh? Hurry up!”

  The woman was obviously panicking, crying bitterly while holding her cotton cap, and kept chanting a few words, "Grandson is gone."

  A young man took out his cell phone and said, "Did the child be abducted? Hurry up and call the police? Is this the child abducted?"

There were also people around who asked anxiously, but the woman just cried bitterly, and the middle-aged man shook her. Then she woke up, grabbed the middle-aged man and asked, "Big brother, have you seen my soldiers? Over three years old. , So tall, so fat..."

  The middle-aged man in the suit shook off the woman's hand and exclaimed, "When did you lose the child? You can make it clear."

The woman cried, "Just for a while, I just bought the stickers, and my grandson disappeared after I bought it. I asked the people around me that he was taken to the south by a young man, so I hurried to chase after him, but there was none. Ah..."

  People around us are discussing in twos and threes, but there are too many people here. Who notices if anyone is holding a two or three-year-old child? Even if I notice, it is normal, and there are more people bringing their children to the market.

  The middle-aged man in the suit sighed and said: "This is messy. You said you don't call it sooner. You will call again when you get here. Hurry up and call the police. I hope it's too late."

  Vini squeezed up and reached out to grab Qin Shiou, and asked in a panic: "What's the matter?"

  Qin Shiou said bitterly: "Damn, I really let my mother say that there is a trafficker in the New Year's Day, and this old lady's grandson was taken away!"

   "Oh my god, how could this be? These bastards!" Wei Ni's pretty face turned pale suddenly, "what should I do? Hurry up and help find a child."

  The woman got up crying, looked around and shouted the name of her grandson. The people around asked each other, but there was no clue.

  Qin Shiou looked at the woman's crying desperately, his heart moved. Byrd also squeezed forward with the tiger in his arms, and asked, "Boss, what's the problem?"

   Seeing the tiger who was about to be squeezed silly, Qin Shiou's heart moved. (To be continued~^~)