Crackling, firecrackers are coming.

Today, Nandu God of Wealth Temple appears extremely lively. As the God of Wealth Temple, which is dedicated to the merchant Saint Fan Li, has ushered in the annual Christmas birthday ceremony.

In fact, no one knows when Fan Li was born, and even historians probably don’t know, but this does not affect the sacred sacrificial sacrifices of the Shang Dynasty.

The sacrifice will last for one week, which means that the Temple of Wealth will have a week of folk gatherings, and people can buy, buy and sell during this period.

The sound of firecrackers, incense, paper money, and platinum ingots were burned in the huge copper furnace, and the smoke was shrouded in the smoke. Several Taoist priests beat gongs and drums, recited Taoist scriptures, and made rare water and land temples.

Because it is a grand ceremony, it naturally attracted many tourists from all over the world. Even tourists from surrounding counties and cities and nearby provincial capitals came to hear the news and sincerely worshiped the great Mr. Fan Li, hoping that his business and business would have a good luck this year.

The Temple of Wealth is so lively that it directly benefits those who originally set up stalls to sell antiques, jade artifacts, calligraphy and paintings. As the four kings of the Temple of Wealth used book market, they set up stalls early in the morning, occupying a large area in the inner palace area, with various old books all over the floor. The children squatted down and read them carefully, hoping to find treasures at the old book stall.

Lin Yi is here too. He is not here to buy books today, but rather, he is selling books.

He moved a few red bricks from nearby, stacked them together, spread the newspaper, acted as a small stool, and another newspaper was spread out in front. There was a piece of white paper on the newspaper, and a line of big words were written in bright red on the white paper: Liu Jiyan's manuscript of "Wu Song Fighting Tigers", starting from 1 million!

There is nothing but this blank piece of paper.

What does it mean?

Is this selling something?

People laughed. I have never seen anyone sell things like this. They just casually put a piece of paper and ask for a million if they write a few words on the paper. This person is either stupid or has a water in his head. Some even ridiculed Lin Yi for being crazy about money.

Of course, there were some good things that encouraged Lin Yi to take out the manuscript. Lin Yi smiled slightly and asked only one question, "Do you have one million?" The man immediately shut up. He didn't have one million, but he had one dollar.

The fool Lin Yi's behavior made the old book "Four Heavenly Kings" feel very awkward. Dong Yanjing even blamed Wang Heizi, did you beat him up and kill him stupidly?

Wang Heizi shouted injustice and raised two fingers, "I'm stupid, I only earn two hundred yuan for two boxes of books!"

No matter what, Lin Yi opened it so stupidly. Of course, there were more people watching the fun around him, and fewer people asking for the price. Who knows how much a comic manuscript is worth? Even if it is true, they can't afford a million.

Lin Yi had just set up a stall. A man with a national face came in from the God of Wealth Temple. He was about thirty years old. Seeing that Kong Wu looked strong, he held a bag of things in his hand and walked straight to the used book market. He looked around. There was no place to set up a stall. So he walked to Lin Yi's street stall, kicked the newspaper on the ground with his feet, and said, "Get out!"

Lin Yi frowned, put down the half-pull newspaper used to pass the time in his hand, glanced at the other party, and said, "I'm sorry, man, I've taken this stall."

The man sneered, "So what if I take it? Now I'll tell you to get out!" As he said, he put down the things in his hand, put out his waist and looked at Lin Yi.

When the people around him saw that they had a dispute with Lin Yi, they all came over to watch the fun.

Someone who knew the national face said, "It's amazing. It turns out that Teacher Huang came out to set up a stall. He doesn't know how many times he has come out, and he doesn't speak with his fists any time. He can just put it wherever he wants."

"Yes," someone said, "I remember last time there was a person who was unaware of his eyes and refused to give way to him. He wanted to practice with him twice, but he punched him and couldn't get out of bed for more than half a month."

"So, you can offend anyone, and don't be able to afford to fight Teacher Huang."

...

Lin Yi heard all these words. Judging from the person in front of him, he was indeed a fierce person. When he started to take action, he would definitely suffer.

Lin Yi is not a corrupt, but he is not a hard bone that does not know whether it is good or bad. As a human being, he must be able to bend and stretch. So he bowed to the man tactfully and said, "Since you like this place, I will give it to you---." Then he rolled up his newspaper stall, took the bricks that padded his butt, and rewatched the place to the side.

Seeing that he was very tactful, Teacher Huang hummed, opened his bag, took out a canvas with a big broken hole from it, spread out the canvas, and placed the military telescope he brought with him, a broken helmet, an old military cap, a paint-off two sticks, a flattened old turtle pot, a lighter, an old epaulette, poker, mahjong dice, and other fragments of old things he brought with him, which were basically not very valuable.

...

Time slowly slips away.

Those who sell antiques and jade artifacts and old books basically sold a lot of things, but only the stalls of Lin Yi and Huang were ignored.

One of them didn't know what they were selling, and they cost one million, so they were probably crazy. The other ones sold were all garbage, and no one wanted them on the street.

Because it was summer, the sun was hanging high at noon and the air became hotter and hotter. Lin Yi had already closed the stall and hid under the big locust tree to be lazy. Then he looked at the coach Huang, sitting upright in the sun, like a carved stone statue, motionless.

At this time, let alone buyers, even every ghost is there. This guy is still squatting in the sun. Lin Yi felt that he was really stupid compared to himself.

Dong Yanjing, who was also hiding under the locust tree to enjoy the cool air, saw Lin Yi looking at Teacher Huang worriedly, and said, "You don't have to worry about him. This guy is like this. He has been a soldier before and can stand in the sun for a day. If I were tortured to death, he was not breathing."

Seeing that Dong Yanjing seemed to know some stories about Teacher Huang, Lin Yi took out a cigarette and handed it to him, and asked him intentionally or unintentionally.

Dong Yanjing licked the cigarette butt with his tongue, Lin Yi lit it for him, and then he blew it away happily.

"If you want to talk about this coach Huang, he is also a filial son. This man practices martial arts at the age of three and joins the army at the age of seventeen. I heard that he is very capable in the army. He has achieved many military achievements with his strong skills. He seems to have killed people..." Dong Yanjing said this very obscurely. He glanced at Lin Yi and said, "I was doing well in the army. Even if I can't be the company commander for a few years, I can still be retired from the army. It's a pity that his mother has implicated him. She will sooner or later, but she is paralyzed when he was promoted.

There is nothing to do now. Teacher Huang is a filial son, so he applied to retire from the army and returned home. While taking care of his paralyzed mother, he opened a martial arts school to teach students. But now he opened a martial arts school differently than before. In the past, Huang Feihong opened a Baozhilin, and people mainly used to make money in medical treatment. Teacher Huang's martial arts school was just a professor of fists and feet. Now the children cannot endure hardships. They would rather learn Taekwondo than learn Chinese arts. So after opening for less than three months, Teacher Huang stopped doing it and closed the door directly."

Speaking of this, Dong Yanjing spit out a mouthful of smoke, sighed and continued, "Teacher Huang has closed the martial arts school and has no way to make money. He has started to mess with some people in the martial arts world. Occasionally, he helps people collect accounts, protect bodyguards, and travel around the north and south. He has made a lot of money. Unfortunately, this kind of life is not long, and he has encountered a severe crackdown on the road. Those guys either escape or get into the phone. Coach Huang is unemployed again---"

"As the saying goes, a penny stumps a hero. I don't know if this coach Huang is a hero. I only know that this guy is a filial son. Now I earn money from my teeth when taking medicine for treatment in a month. In hot days, I go to the home appliance market to help others move things, such as air conditioners, washing machines, and large color TVs. I carry the seventh floor alone. At night, I go to the night market to clean up the stalls, wash pots, wash dishes, and pour rotten water for others. As long as I give money, I am willing to do any hard work..."

Dong Jingjing rarely praises others. This shows how much he admires Teacher Huang.

"Then why did he come here to set up a stall?" Lin Yi couldn't help but ask.

Dong Jingjing smiled and showed her yellow teeth, "It's so long. I don't know when it was. This guy got a car of military things, such as engineer shovels, sabers, triangular thorns, and placed them in the Temple of Wealth. Unexpectedly, the business was surprisingly good. He made several thousand a day. After tasting the sweetness, he started working in this business. But not long after, he came a bunch of big blocks and directly searched all his things. The reason was illegal--"

"Dog said, it's not easy to do anything these days." Dong Yanjing sighed again, and then said, "Now you see it, he started to set up some rags. No one copied his stall, but no one visited his business..." His words sighed.

After hearing this, Lin Yi couldn't help looking at Teacher Huang again.

I saw him still sitting upright in the sun, his eyes were burning, his dry and cracked lips were closed, and sweat as big as beans dripped from his forehead, but he didn't even blink.

He just sat upright and guarded his street stall.

Perhaps, for him, what he is guarding is not a simple street stall, but an immortal belief. If you survive, you will never succumb to fate.

The scorching sun is in the sky.
Chapter completed!