spy ace

Chapter 791
The old farmer quickly whispered: "Twenty meters ahead, gray trousers and black padded jacket, carrying a bag, and carrying a bamboo basket with both hands."

A customer who was eating at the breakfast stand with his back turned, glanced to the left side while eating, quickly determined the target, drank the tofu nao in one gulp, and said to a friend next to him with a smile: "This Next time, please." As he said, he got up directly, and walked in along Shidao Street, and then wiped his mouth vigorously with his left hand without using a handkerchief or anything like that.

After this action came out, some pedestrians on the street, or some buyers and sellers in the morning market, began to walk slowly along the road.

The person who hadn't finished his breakfast smiled and took out his money, patted Table Mountain, and said, "This tofu nao is pretty good, don't look for it."

"Hey! Thank you, boss. Go slowly." The boss replied with a smile, and began to clean up the dishes left by the other two.

The customer didn't go forward along the street, but walked through an alley opposite, arrived at a grocery store with a public phone, picked up the phone, and dialed a number.After about a few seconds, the other party picked up the phone and said, "We have a visitor!"

Qian Jinxun's voice also came out, saying: "Find an opportunity to prescribe medicine."

"It's already started," said the man.

Qian Jinxun said: "Okay, let me know the result."

The man said: "Understood." Then he hung up the phone, walked forward quickly for a while, then turned left and crossed a small alley, and came to Stone Road Street again.After a while, he found a coordinate, that is, the old farmer had put down the pick, and lifted up the tarpaulins on the two burdens.

The man walked over and said, "Hey, good stuff, give me a bag." Then, he handed over the money he had prepared, and the old farmer passed a small bag of flour directly to the other party with his left hand, and took the money. , said: "It's definitely freshly ground, it's delicious."

The man nodded, and then looked in the direction the old farmer was looking after collecting the money, and saw the backpacker standing in front of a pancake stall, waiting for him to make pancakes.And about five or six meters behind this kid on the left side, there is a guy wearing a cloth brim hat, looking in his direction.

So the two immediately looked at each other, and he nodded slightly towards each other. Both of them started to pretend to be shopping, and wandered around.

The pancake maker is an old businessman with quick hands and feet. In addition, he opened the stall very early, and he baked a dozen sheets in advance. Anyone who buys them can take them away.

But today he met a big business, and the other party asked for sixty pancakes at once.It made him smile.After agreeing, I immediately started sticking it to the hot pan.

Seeing this, the backpacker looked around and found a porridge shop on the left, so he said, "You bake it for me first, and I'll go buy something else."

"Hey, well, you're busy." As he spoke, he continued to work.

The backpacker walked up to the porridge shop with a basket and said, "How do you sell your pickles?"

There is a guy here, when he saw a customer, he immediately said: "Oh, boss, we can eat pickles for free when we drink porridge here, and we also sell steamed buns here, which are rare to find in the market. very cheap."

The backpacker shook his head and said, "I don't want anything else. I just want to buy some pickles, and I want a lot. Can you offer me a price?"

The guy was startled when he heard this, and said, "Then... how much do you want? I'll ask our boss."

The backpacker pointed to the small pot on the table. This pot was full of cabbage clappers, radish skins and the cheapest kind of pickles, and there was a lot of salt in it.Anyone who comes to eat can get a small dish for free.The backpacker said: "Just this small pot, give me two pots."

"Oh, then wait a moment, I'll ask you." The guy turned around and went into the porridge shop behind.

At this time, the backpacker heard a shout from behind, saying: "Hey, thief! Catch the thief!" He immediately became vigilant, because after all, this is the Kuomintang-controlled area. As long as he is exposed, the Chinese agents will not give Eat your own good fruit.

But the backpacker kept his expression. Like most people, he looked over with more curiosity than surprise. He saw not far away, only fifteen or six meters away, probably next to the place where he bought pancakes just now. There was already a small cloud of white mist.There were still two figures fighting in the white mist. A boy wearing a hat waved his hand vigorously and pushed the other side hard.The figure on the opposite side said "Ouch", fell to the ground immediately, and shouted: "Catch... catch the thief. He stole my money...!"

He fell down and landed on a bag on the ground. With a "flutter", another burst of white mist splashed from the pocket, but it was a relatively high-grade white flour bag.Fortunately, the man fell on the bag, but he was not injured. He flopped twice, got up and wanted to chase after him, but after running two steps, he turned back, picked up the noodle bag that had been torn, and shouted again: "Is there a patrolman? Catch the thief...catch..." He yelled and chased after him.

The backpacker didn't move rashly and looked around, but found nothing wrong.The passers-by on the road saw that the bustle had dispersed, and went about their business again.

At this moment, someone behind him said, "It's this guest officer who wants to buy our pickles."

The backpacker looked back, only to see that besides the guy who spoke just now, there was another person wearing a half-worn cotton gown beside him.Wearing an old-fashioned melon cap, he was smiling at himself.Seeing myself looking over, the other party said: "This gentleman wants to buy our pickles?"

The backpacker said: "Yes, how do you sell it? I want two pots." He pointed to the small pot again.

The shop owner said: "Oh, it's true that I haven't sold it like this before, why don't you give me a dollar."

It is said that the current legal currency is becoming less and less valuable. In the past, you can take a rickshaw for three to five cents to travel from one end of the city to the other.Now it takes a few yuan to do it, and there are turns after more than ten turns.Therefore, the boss didn't ask much for the price of two pots of pickles.

The backpacker nodded, took out a dollar from his pocket and handed it to him, and said, "Can you find something to pack it for me. I'm easy to carry."

"Yes." The boss turned to the clerk and said, "Go and take out the oil paper and wrap it up for this gentleman." The clerk agreed and started to work.

The backpacker took advantage of this time to sit on the bench next to the stall, looking around as if watching a street scene...

(End of this chapter)