Era: I have a two-world door

Chapter 131, don’t catch a cold if you take it here and there

When I came to Xidan Shopping Mall, I didn't see Liang Chunxiao.

After searching for a while, I couldn't find it.

This made him a little worried. Something might have happened to this guy, but he didn't want to be caught like last time.

But not every time I have such good luck, I will be let go after being questioned.

Just when he was about to look around, he saw Liang Chunxiao running over quickly, panting.

This made Wang Qingsong look around subconsciously.

Don't be chased by someone.

But seeing her happy expression, she immediately relaxed her vigilance, and it didn't feel like she was being chased.

"Oh my god, you're finally here."

When he came closer, Liang Chunxiao was muttering there.

Wang Qingsong looked away from all around and looked at her: "Why did you go? Did you sell the watch?"

Hearing this, Liang Chunxiao looked around and nodded happily: "Well, I took action. Didn't you ask me to show you that antique thing?! I'll show it to you."

"Oh, where did you go to look? The cultural relics store?"

In broad daylight, where else could I go but this?

"No! I'll go to the entrustment office."

Hearing this, Wang Qingsong slapped his head, mother, why did you forget this place?

A commission shop is also called a commission shop. In fact, it is a place where city people put their unused items in the commission shop and sell them in exchange for some money, which is where old things are bought and sold.

Inside are all daily necessities from ordinary people's homes, such as old clothes, fur coats, quilts, watches, pocket watches, cameras, gramophones, clocks, etc.

Large commission shops have bicycles.

I collect it here and sell the same thing.

But one thing is that when selling things there, you must register them in your household registration book, otherwise they won’t accept your things.

For a large item like a bicycle, the formalities and certificates are essential.

Then he was also surprised for a while: "Are there any antiques or other messy things collected there?"

Liang Chunxiao nodded: "Take it! But their things will still be sold to the cultural relics store in the end."

Hearing this, Wang Qingsong nodded slightly, thought for a while and said: "Let's go and take a look. Oh, by the way, how many cloth stamps and food stamps do you have in your hand? Give them all to me. You can follow the black market rules Give me the price.”

I go out often, and occasionally have something to eat at the restaurant here.

You can't eat here without food stamps.

The cloth tickets will naturally be used when buying things in the future, so there is no harm in having them.

"One thing, when I give you the money later, I will give it to you along the way."

As they talked, the two walked towards the commission store.

There are big and small stores of this kind, so Liang Chunxiao naturally took him to the largest commission store in Xidan.

I didn't go directly there in a hurry, but got the money back in an alley.

Wang Qingsong watched the other party take out the money, hesitated for a while, and murmured softly: "It doesn't feel cold if you put it there! Don't catch a cold when you move it around."

These words made Liang Chunxiao stare at him.

Seeing her gaze, Wang Qingsong smiled awkwardly and pretended to count the money.

Then he collected the money.

"By the way, where are the cloth stamps and food stamps?"

"The cloth stamps are 5 feet long. Forget about the money, I don't have the nerve to ask for them. There are a lot of food stamps. I went to the black market to exchange them this morning. They weigh 50 kilograms. How much do you want? I got them for one dollar and a half."

Hearing this, Wang Qingsong knew that these should be the food stamps redeemed in the morning, and was going to exchange them for food and take them home to eat.

After thinking for a while, he said: "Let's do this, you give me all the dates that are not restricted, and forget about the others."

Due to the shortage of supplies, food stamps in the past had no expiration date.

Slowly it was changed to be used in the current year, and finally used in the same month and expired.

But it doesn’t mean that the food stamps issued before can no longer be used.

Of course, not only food stamps, but many tickets have a limited date, some are long, some are short.

Liang Chunxiao nodded when he heard this. Although he had gone to several black markets to get these food stamps, she would naturally give them to Wang Qingsong if he wanted them.

At worst, I'll go shopping and exchange it.

Then I looked there.

After reading it all, I handed it to him: "There are only 6 kilograms left. The rest will be used this month."

By the way, he handed him the cloth ticket.

Wang Qingsong took the things, looked at them, put them away and handed her ten dollars: "Here, there's no need to look for it."

Food stamps cost 9 yuan, so there was only one yuan left.

Liang Chunxiao was not polite when he saw this.

After the money was divided, Wang Qingsong looked around and said, "Let's go over there and have a look."

After saying that, he led the people and left the alley.

While walking on the road, he also knew that Liang Chunxiao had gone to the consignment store to ask a lot of questions today, where he was inquiring about antiques.

The place we came to was indeed not small.

This should be the remodeling of the backyard of a courtyard house from ancient times, because the outer wall has not been demolished yet, but has been rebuilt on the original basis.

It is seven houses wide.

"Hey! Furniture!"

Wang Qingsong didn't go in at the door, and looked at the store next door that said XX Furniture Commission Store.

Liang Chunxiao took a look and said, "What's there to see? They're all old tables, chairs and benches. I took them over and sold them on consignment, and then bought new furniture."

"Both of these are commissioned shops, aren't they from the same shop?"

"Oh, no, that's over there from the furniture factory. Didn't you see it's a furniture store next to it?"

I followed his gaze and finally nodded, planning to go over and take a look later.

Then the two of them went directly inside.

The place is not small, and there are a lot of things placed in different areas. Most of them are old clothes and coats that take up space.

There are a lot of sundries placed in other places. I came over and looked around at the clothes, but I didn't see anything like cotton shoes or jackets.

There is no way, cotton has always been a strategic material, and a person can only have a few taels of it a year. Even if it is moving or something, few people will sell it.

At this time, there are many people looking around for their goals.

Pick and choose there.

When he saw a large-speaker gramophone, Wang Qingsong went over to take a look out of curiosity.

This thing seems to be a foreign thing, something that rich people like.

art.

Yes, art!

I looked at it curiously for a while, then stopped looking at it.

I didn't see the watch either, so I don't know why. I did see a lot of pots and pans used in small cities.

If it were before, he would definitely have to purchase a lot.

Finally gave up.

The others didn't pay much attention, but looked around at the old clothes several times.

The clothes that can be sold here are basically of good quality, and they are all ready-made clothes from department stores.

Both style and quality are very good.

The prices are not too cheap either. The cheaper ones cost just a few cents, while the expensive ones cost about one yuan, which is enough to buy clothes made of new cloth.

But you need a ticket.

A pair of trousers costs a little more than three feet of cloth, and the fine cloth costs 30 cents per foot, which is just over a dollar.

But the flannel pants here cost seven or eight yuan a new pair in department stores.

"You want to buy used clothes?"

Liang Chunxiao watched him rummaging through his old clothes and asked curiously.

It's not that she looks down on these old clothes.

Too old?

Bullshit!

Even for people in the city, there are a lot of people wearing patched clothes.

These are rare things in rural areas, and she is reluctant to buy them. They all cost money, and she has nothing to eat. How can she have the spare money to buy these things.

But she was curious about how much money this guy had.

Do you still like these old clothes?

Wang Qingsong didn't care about Liang Chunxiao's words.

The second brother gave me a lot of old clothes before. At that time, there were many people in the family, so they were all divided.

The two brothers and sisters actually didn't fall far behind.

After thinking about it, I finally gave it up.

I have done so many things in the name of my second brother, and I don’t need these new clothes.

"Forget it, let's go over there and have a look."

He put down his things and walked towards the counter.

Because there are a lot of things on the shelves behind the counter, basically bottles, plates, bowls and the like.

Most of them are blue and white.

Standing in front of the counter was an old man.

Seeing him coming, the other party recognized Liang Chunxiao at a glance. While fiddling with the abacus, he smiled and said, "What's wrong? I'm curious about these things! I always come over and lie down on the counter."

Liang Chunxiao saw this and said with a smile: "Uncle, look what you said, lying on the counter was what Lao Rong (the thief) did. Do you think we look alike?"

The uncle looked at the two people and clicked his tongue with a smile.

No words were spoken.

Wang Qingsong looked around at the shelves at the back and asked, "Uncle, are those things for sale? Can I go in and have a look?"

Hearing this, the old man looked at him in surprise.

"Hey! Are you sure you want to buy it?"

"Well, here's the money!"

Wang Qingsong took out dozens of dollars and showed it to him. The things here shouldn't be too expensive.

The amount is just too little.

The old man took one look at it and then asked, "I'll get it for you which one you want. If you come in and temper the thing, who's going to get it?"

Hearing this, Wang Qingsong frowned.

Finally, he nodded: "Okay, uncle, help me get that plate, the second to last one from the left. How much does that cost?"

The old man looked at the words and said, "Oh, that one is one dollar and two."

As he spoke, he took the things over, placed them directly on the rag on the counter, and motioned to him.

Wang Qingsong took a look.

I picked this one because it is similar to the 7-yuan bowl I bought at Rongbaozhai.

Open the bottom and there is a two-line six-character regular script "Guangxu Year System of the Qing Dynasty" on it.

He raised his head and asked, "Uncle, can you introduce me to this?"

He actually knew nothing about this stuff, and he only gained a little knowledge through Zhou Ying's retelling.

It's just a good time to learn.

And Liang Chunxiao didn't come here to buy things, she also came here to learn. Because Wang Qingsong asked her to buy these things, she could only make inquiries and come here to ask about the situation.

"Oh, this is an official kiln from the Guangxu period, a blue and white squirrel and grape pattern bowl."

"Official kiln?"

"Yes, the official kiln used to be specially used to bake things for the palace."

After the old man finished speaking, he glanced at him and said with some dissatisfaction: "Okay, go where it's cool and stay there. If you have nothing to do, you can use me to play cymbals!"

Two little guys who don't understand anything are making fun of him!

(End of this chapter)