Go back to the past and be a schoolboy

Chapter 7

"Sharpen the scissors, sharpen the kitchen knife~"

"Carrots and pears, change to spicy~"

"Hey peanuts, that's the flavor of sesame paste~"

I don't know when, Cheng Nuofang slowly woke up with yelling, and he hasn't slept so soundly for a long time.

Last night can be regarded as the most peaceful sleep he has had since returning to China, and he only feels refreshed when he wakes up.

Recalling those yelling sounds, I also found it very interesting. Subconsciously, he hadn't stopped since before going to bed last night. Every once in a while, he yelled differently, as if everyone had agreed.

Supper, breakfast, snacks, vegetables, groceries, etc. are all available, and it seems that you can buy department stores without going out.

It is mixed with various local dialects and matched with different tones. It sounds special. Compared with the busy voice of the previous life, it is not very good.

I even wondered if the reason why I slept so soundly was due to the shouting.

Thinking of this, I became interested, and just then there was another cry from outside the window.

"Hua'er, buy a picture, buy a picture in the picture~"

Hey, could it be that they sell New Year pictures?
It is said that Jinmen's New Year pictures are unique, with a history of hundreds of years, they are very good for gifts or collections.

But Cheng Nuo really didn't pay much attention to the New Year pictures in Beiping City. If he had the opportunity to learn more about it now, he would naturally not miss it.

After thinking about it, I quickly got up and opened the window, and yelled outside: "Hey, master selling paintings, just wait a moment."

After finishing speaking, he quickly dressed and washed, touched his face with clean water, and ran out before he could wipe it off.

The look of being in a hurry was seen by passers-by outside, and there were two female students in school uniforms who were walking with them, pointing and pointing, and finally blushed slightly, covering their mouths and avoiding their heads, and laughed.

The second monk Cheng Nuozhang was puzzled, and said to himself: As for what, why don't I just buy a New Year picture?

The more I thought about it, the more likely it was, so I quickly retreated to the room and turned a few times in front of the fitting mirror. The clothes were normal.

I don't think there is any problem.

But this one comes first, it wastes a lot of time, and it's too shameful to let the master wait.

Putting the question aside for now, Cheng Nuo hurried to the peddler.

"Master, why are you selling this painting?"

The peddler looked Cheng Nuo up and down, and pointed out two fingers with a mysterious expression: "Two dimes a set."

"The price is not bad, so what are the paintings?" Cheng Nuo looked at the cover of the other party's wheelbarrow, and really didn't know what paintings were hidden.

But according to the usual practice, they should all be door gods, dolls and the like.

The door god is fine, it's only a few days before the Chinese New Year, and it will be used soon.

If it's a doll, forget it, he was a bachelor in his previous life.

In this life, hey, two words, resignation.

"There are all kinds of paintings." Seeing the customer's intention, the peddler winked and said with an indescribable smile, "We have Western ones, Oriental ones, and palace ones."

Cheng Nuo is really confused now, do New Year paintings still have these styles?

If you want to talk about the East and the West, it’s easy to understand, isn’t it the Western style, the Japanese and Korean style, and how can there be palace ones.

Could it be the palace style?This has never been seen before.

With playful curiosity, Cheng Nuo asked: "Then master, can I have a look at the painting? If I like it, there is absolutely nothing to say about the price."

"Just here?"

"Yeah, what's wrong?"

"No, no." The peddler was full of resistance and waved his hands again and again: "It can't be done here, I have to find a place with few people."

Oops, how come there are more and more famous pictures in this painting.

Cheng Nuo suddenly felt that he couldn't see through this society and was full of unprecedented questions.

Today, I want to see where this painting is.

"No problem, where do you want to go?"

The peddler looked around, finally spotted a small alley in the north, pointed to it and said, "Sir, how about we go to that alley to look for goods."

Cheng Nuo looked at the alley along his fingers, and felt that there was nothing wrong with it except for the lack of people, but he still kept an eye on it.

"It's okay to go to that alley, but it's just at the entrance of the alley, and it won't work if you go deeper."

"Okay, then I'll walk ahead, you just follow."

The alley is very close, just a few minutes away.

As agreed, the two of them stopped entering the alley when they reached the entrance of the alley.

The peddler stopped the wheelbarrow in his hand, leaned against the wall, and was about to lift the sackcloth, saying in his mouth: "Sir, look at it, these are all newly printed this month, authentic foreign ink, drawn The villain is just as alive."

At the beginning, everything was blocked by the peddler's body, and he couldn't see clearly.

As the body moved away, the stacks of albums finally revealed their true colors.

Cheng Norton was disappointed: "It's all printed."

In his impression, folk handicrafts like this should not be hand-painted, what is the collection value of printed ones?

The peddler didn't realize the problem, but excitedly took out a stack of albums and handed them over.

"This is the best ink, and it still has a fragrance when you smell it."

Holding on to the last glimmer of hope, Cheng Nuo took the album and was about to flip through it.

It was terrible to see this, and he said that he was fooled, and slapped his thigh fiercely.

"No wonder, no wonder, I understand why other girls look at me that way."

The painting is extraordinary, and it is full of love actions of men and women, naked.

In other words, the hawker is selling "erotic pictures".

I was about to judge one or two with a critical eye, and suddenly realized that this is on the street, even in the alleys, there are people walking around, it is really indecent and detrimental to face.

The peddler still has more ideas, and he is still trying his best to promote his products.

"Look, there's something wrong with Ge Ge, our painter came from the palace, you understand what I mean."

How could Cheng Nuo have the heart to look at it? Besides, it's not that he has never seen the photos circulated in the palace, so he can only say that he is sorry for Guangxu.

Hurry up and return the painting in your hand to the peddler, your reputation will be rotten, and you are still talking about teaching and educating people.

The peddler still refused to give up. While packing up his things, he shouted as low as possible from behind: "Sir, if you are not satisfied, we still have handkerchiefs, come and have a look."

Looking ahead, the two female students hadn't left yet, standing on tiptoes and stretching their necks to look this way.

Now Cheng Nuo felt even hotter on his face, and was actually caught. If there was a crack in the ground, he really wanted to get in right away.

He raised his collar to cover his face as much as possible, and hurried to the inn.

Ouch, what a sin.

What sells paintings? Isn't this similar to the group of people in cotton coats who asked if they wanted to buy discs in the square of the train station in the early years of the previous life?

It is also a trick to sell human flesh.

Now in the Republic of China, it is really embarrassing that such a joke has been made on him. The key is that he was seen by others.

If you think about it carefully, the peddler is also right, they all hinted in their shouts.

"Hua'er, buy a picture, buy a picture in the picture~"

The word "in" has a very long sound, why don't you just tell the customer, is there anything in my painting?

Hey, curiosity killed the cat.

The big things have not been done yet, and the small things are bumped.

It's better to have breakfast first, tidy up the paper, and submit the manuscript as soon as possible.

(End of this chapter)