The wetsuit is just like a wetsuit, but more primitive.

The stall owner gestured and spoke in vernacular: "Making shark skin for water support is an ancestral craft in our family, and no one else can learn from it. Just look at the folds, and everyone knows that they need to be done correctly, but when people swim, their arms and legs must follow the rules."

In which direction? This is all very particular..."

After listening to what he said, Zhao Chuanxian roughly understood it.

The "V"-shaped folds on the shark's skin have to be pointed with the water.

As long as you follow the current, you can cut through the waves, and there will be no disadvantages underwater.

If it is normal diving, one's arms and legs must move.

When moving, how to follow the current will test the workmanship.

It is important to stretch your arms forward to follow the water, and to block the water to the greatest extent when paddling backward to increase power.

The stall owner said: "Young man, seeing that you are strong and strong, you must be a good hand at getting into the water to touch eggs. Why don't you give it a try? I will keep you safe to save time and effort when you get into the water..."

Diving for eggs is like diving for pearls.

There are some masters of free-hand diving in coastal areas, who can hold their breath and reach the bottom of the sea to find pearls from clams or other shellfish, which is quite difficult.

Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth and smiled: "No, I want both arms and legs to move backwards, can you do it?"

The stall owner was confused: "Young man, listen to me, you have to move in the water..."

"Just tell me if you can do it?"

Zhao Chuanxin dives without swimming on his own.

"Yes!" The stall owner looked at him as if he were a fool.

But this fails to highlight his skills.

Zhao Chuanxin asked again: "How much?"

The stall owner looked at his clothes and skin color, and the old man stretched out five fingers.

Let’s see what’s on the menu!

"Oh..." Zhao Chuanxin said in a long tone: "It's okay, it only costs 5 cents, not bad."

"..." The stall owner's eyes widened: "Five cents? Not enough money for shark skin."

Zhao Chuanxin sneered and said: "Just tell me how much it is. Don't show me your tricks. Do you want us to talk about it?"

The stall owner looked at it and seemed to be unable to hoodwink Zhao Chuanxin, so he smiled and said: "Five yuan."

"Silver dollar or Portuguese dollar?"

Last year, Portugal asked their Banco Atlântico to issue $1 and $5 banknotes for circulation on the Australian island.

The stall owner hurriedly said: "It's natural silver dollars, and silver can also be used."

Although it is circulated, the quantity is small after all, so real money is still reliable.

Zhao Chuanxin shook his head: "You little old man, you are not very honest."

"How do you say this?"

Zhao Chuanxin pointed at the passers-by on the market: "The people who come here are all fishermen from nearby villages, right? Are they willing to pay 5 yuan to come to you to make shark skin water rafts?"

This old guy is very clever.

Stall owner: "..."

He stamped his feet and simply said: "Then you bid."

Zhao Chuanxin picked up the sample on the ground and looked at it. It was purely handmade, with traces of isinglass, fine stitching, and exquisite tailoring. This kind of purely handmade object is actually very valuable to future generations.

He said: "Five yuan is not impossible. But I want you to add something to it. It depends on whether you have the skills to earn this money."

The stall owner was stunned: "What to add?"

Zhao Chuanxin took out the leather from the war scar: "I want to add this as a lining."

The stall owner curiously took it: "Huh? It's not cowhide, nor sheepskin, it's such strong leather. I can try it with double-layer shark skin for you."

Zhao Chuanxin nodded: "Okay, I also need to make a pair of sharkskin socks, which also need to be lined with leather."

The stall owner scratched his head: "In this life, this old man has never heard of such a request..."

Zhao Chuanxin asked him: "How long will it take you to do it well?"

The stall owner thought about it and said, "I can pick it up after noon tomorrow."

"I'll give you money. If you want to take the money and run away, where can I find you?"

The stall owner angrily pointed to a house not far from the market and said, "We'll live there. You'll find out when I come home with you."

Zhao Chuanxin only paid some down payment and went to find the snot babies and buy them food.

There are all kinds of things to buy.

It was also agreed that after buying, they would share half of the food with each other.

Zhao Chuanxin doesn't care about anything and just pays.

It was Xian Yuqing's turn, and she lingered in front of a deserted bookstall.

Zhao Chuanxin came over and asked: "Girl, have you thought about what you want to eat?"

Xian Yuqing hesitated for a moment: "Uncle, can I have a book?"

She seemed a little embarrassed.

At her age, she is actually already sensible.

She knows very well that the price of books is far more than snacks.

Zhao Chuanxin glanced at the bookstall: "Which book do you want?"

Xian Yuqing pointed to a "Book of the Later Han Dynasty": "I want this one."

The bookstall owner, wearing a melon-skin hat and a pair of round tortoiseshell myopia glasses, shook his head and said: "Girl, you have to buy a complete set of ten volumes for this book, single copies will not be sold."

Xian Yuqing showed a disappointed expression and waved his hands in fright: "Ah? Then no, no..."

One book is very expensive. I don’t know how much it will cost if I have ten volumes.

The bookstall owner seems to be a scholar, and his temperament is very different from the cunning old man who sells shark skin water, and he seems a bit old-fashioned.

He glanced at Zhao Chuanxin: "It is virtue for a woman not to have talent!"

Xian Yuqing bit her lip and said nothing, but there was a bit of stubbornness in her eyes.

"Fart." Zhao Chuanxin spat: "How much does ten volumes cost?"

The bookstall owner blushed when he was scolded: "It's so vulgar, I won't sell this book to you!"

Zhao Chuanxin handed the coat in his hand to the snotty boy next to him, rolled up the sleeves of his shirt: "Old boy, I advise you not to be disrespectful."

Wearing a coat, Zhao Chuanxin looks very thin, but with only his shirt left behind, his arms bulge out the shirt sleeves, and the exposed forearm muscles are all drawn.

When the bookstall owner saw it, he knew that this man was very strong. He swallowed his saliva involuntarily, but he still stiffened his neck and said, "Not for sale!"

Xian Yuqing pulled Zhao Chuanxin's sleeve: "Uncle, I don't want it anymore, let's go."

Zhao Chuanxin broke away from her and rushed to the bookstall owner. He held his collar with one hand and lifted him up: "Tell me, how much does ten volumes cost?"

The vendors around were stunned.

What kind of power is this?

Especially the little old man selling shark skin water bottles looked at him from a distance and shrank his neck in fear.

The bookstall owner gave up after all: "One yuan and 40 cents foreign."

Scholars speak differently.

The "foreign" quotation should be placed first.

Zhao Chuanxin did not put him down and asked: "Why is it so expensive?"

A piece of ocean can keep up with the snack money of all the snot-nosed babies.

When it came to the professional field, the bookstall owner was kicking his legs in the air, but he was not convinced: "This is tissue paper from Jiangxi, so it is naturally expensive."

A nerd like Zhao Chuanxin did not dare to deceive him, so he put him down, took out 1 yuan and 40 cents, threw it on the stall, and picked up the ten volumes of "Book of the Later Han Dynasty".

This book still has rough edges and uneven coverings, and it is old. Zhao Chuanxin will definitely dislike it.

But since Xian Yuqing wants to study, Zhao Chuanxin doesn't care about this.

Xian Yuqing was stunned.

1 yuan and 40 cents, so expensive.

Zhao Chuanxin stuffed the book into Xian Yuqing's arms: "Hold on, if you buy the book, the snacks will be gone."

Xian Yuqing stammered: "Uncle, I don't want it, it's too expensive."

Zhao Chuanxin touched her head: "Why is the battle flag so beautiful? The blood of heroes stained it red; why is spring always there? The life of intellectuals blooms. Read well, exercise, get up early, and be useful to society.
To be continued...