Jiangcheng has been an important national city throughout history and has been deeply rooted in history and culture. Cultural collections from all dynasties can be found here. Taobao users and collectors come here in a constant stream, thus forming a unique antique collection culture.

An antique street is the place where Jiangcheng has the most complete collections and Taobao collectors are the most concentrated. Of course, it can also attract tourists who come to Jiangcheng for tourism. In addition to the many antique shops on both sides of the street, a unique street stall culture has also been formed on the outside. A few newspapers, a piece of old cloth is placed on the ground, and some old items can be put into business.

Although they also pay market management fees, there are differences in the location of street stalls. If you get up early, you will always have a few businesses coming to your door in a day. Therefore, before dawn, the street stall owners who occupy the position set up their own houses.

For Xu Qing, he was just passing by and couldn't even get any interest in the old items he had presented, not to mention that he only had ten dollars in his pocket.

"This guy, please help the old woman buy a book!" A gray-haired mother-in-law whispered to sell old books on the street stall. Unexpectedly, as soon as the words were spoken, it attracted a burst of laughter from the stall owners next to her.

"Wu Zi Hua, you didn't see the dewy look on this guy's face. Maybe he had a quarrel with his family. He also had a hard time reading... "A stall owner wearing a copper coin dress, a melon-skin hat, and dressed like a landlord and old fortune.

"Looking at his outfit, I'm afraid I can't even take out a red one."

Xu Qing walked in a hurry, wearing a vest and shorts, and just fell in the park, with a lot of grass and mud on her body, and she really didn't look like a rich man.

The old lady smiled indifferently and said, "The cheapest book is only five yuan per book, and it is not expensive. It is also a good sign to open it early in the morning."

"I think Hua Pozi is so confused when she wants to open her home. Just your quotations and books on the Republic of China are worth five yuan each?" Someone else teased him.

Hua Po Zi comes to occupy a place early every morning, but the business is extremely light, and he has not opened these two days, so he takes the initiative to shout, hoping to make a good fortune by opening.

Xu Qing, who was a tragic man, actually stopped and squatted beside the Hua Pozi stall to read the old books casually. When he picked up a broken map album with the book cover, his right eyelid suddenly jumped, and a thin piece of paper appeared in his pupils, with an elephant printed on it, and the words "Qing Dynasty, Postal Bureau, Wuli Silver" were written on it.

"Stamp?" Xu Qing's heart was thrilled. After looking through the pages, he found that the stamp with an elephant was actually flipping with the pages of the book, as if it was stuck to the pages of the book.

He tried to pick the pages of the book with his fingers, but the stamp was still moving. The pages had a mezzanine. A thought flashed instantly. Xu Qing was shocked and quickly closed his eyes. When he opened his eyes again, the pages returned to their original state, as if they were an illusion in an instant.

"Brother, this book has been around for some time. If you like ten yuan, it will be opened for the old woman..." Seeing Xu Qing's indifferent appearance, Hua Po Zi couldn't help but start muttering again.

"Is it okay for eight dollars? I can still take the bus with two dollars left." Xu Qing put down the map album, patted the grass clippings on his pants and stood up.

Hua Po Zi pondered for a moment, picked up the map album and stuffed it into Xu Qing's hand and said, "Okay, take it for eight dollars..."

She could start a business early in the morning. Even if Xu Qing put a few dollars in price, she would accept it. She had already been identified by someone. It was not an isolated ancient book, but very ordinary early printed materials, which were not worth a few dollars.

Xu Qing was so happy that he took out the wrinkled banknote from his pocket and handed it over. He rolled the map album into his pocket, took the change and turned around and left.

After wandering around for a night, Xu Qing had already made a decision. When he went home, no matter how his sister-in-law complained, he would insist on doing the work introduced by Sister Zhu. No matter how hard or tired he was, he would have to support himself.

Xu Qing did not take the bus, but chose to walk, saving two dollars just enough to deal with a breakfast in the snack stall downstairs.

When she walked to the breakfast stall, she met an acquaintance again. The beautiful landlord Zhu Xiaoling. At this time, she was lowering her head and sucking the noodle soup, just facing her back to Xu Qing, but she could recognize her at a glance from her back.

"Boss, one bowl of two pieces of soup noodles..." Xu Qing whispered. Two dollars of soup noodles are already rare in Jiangcheng. Only such remote snack stalls can be found, which can be considered as small profits and quick turnover.

"Okay! A bowl of uncensored noodles."

This is a father-son family, and the father is in charge of the chef. His son, who is in his early twenties, acts as a waiter. This shout is even more unique, which makes two young people who come back to join in.

"Boss, give me a bowl of thin-coded shredded pork noodles..."

"Well! I want to have code, add more Muto Lan...wrong, it's beef brisket..."

Hahaha……

A stone caused a thousand sensation, and an uncensored person actually brought Muto Lan out, causing the diners to burst into laughter. Zhu Xiaoling also turned around in surprise. When she saw Xu Qing sitting behind her, she frowned slightly, and walked over with a noodle bowl and sat opposite him.

"Eat noodles?"

"Um!"

It happened that the boss's son brought the noodles over at this time. He heard the conversation between the two and smiled and said, "You use noodles to eat noodles!" After saying that, he pointed to the dark soy sauce at the corner of the table.

Zhu Xiaoling remembered an advertising slogan, and her tight mouth suddenly raised a curve. She glanced at the uncensored noodles in the bowl and smiled: "Please add some ribs to him."

"Okay!" The boy responded and walked back with the noodle bowl.

"No need..." Xu Qing pinched the two dollars in his pocket, and couldn't help feeling a little nervous.

"What's the matter, please ask you." Zhu Xiaoling seemed to see Xu Qing's difficulties and smiled and said, "Where did you go last night? Your sister-in-law didn't sleep all night. If you were embarrassed, I didn't say what happened yesterday..."

"Don't, I must do this job, but I'll trouble you." Xu Qing bit her lip and said, "I will definitely do the job well. Just don't tell my sister-in-law."

"Well! Go back first and have a good rest. I will call you if I have time." Zhu Xiaoling nodded and responded, got up and settled the bill and left. Xu Qing looked at her beautiful back, and felt a little warmth of being cared for. Sister Zhu is still a good person, but she looks a little tough with a temper.
Chapter completed!