When I woke up in the morning, I came to the front of the dining table. It looked very natural and didn't feel anything wrong. Because I knew my son so well. He was so regular. No matter how hard he was there or how hard he was last night, he would get up very on time at six o'clock the next morning, and sometimes he even forced himself to get up with an alarm clock. At that time, he was still lying in the bed and sleeping soundly!

He even discussed in private with his brother and sister whether Shen Lang would be a robot. To his surprise, the two children actually nodded in agreement, which gave his head a headache. In order to teach the two little guys who have nothing to do, he was intoxicated and gave each one a bullet.

Two bowls of porridge, four rolls, two plates of pickles and a few cooked eggs. Although I was very appetizing when I saw these things, I sighed heavily.

"I said son! Even if you are a father, please be fine, see if you can buy more of that flower roll next time, don't just have two for everyone? I won't die if I eat more. You can't let your father go down and be a starving ghost! Is there any bowl of porridge? Is it a bit too accurate? If I were hungry that morning."

"I have to eat well in the morning, but who knows that every grain of food on the plate is hard to do? If you feel hungry, you can wrap all the eggs together. I won't have any objection, as long as you can continue to eat."

I was speechless and could only sit down in a panic. My son said nothing wrong, and it made a lot of sense. However, the little guy felt uncomfortable when he heard the tone. Isn’t this guy still his son? Do you really want to find a mother for them? But it’s not right! Didn’t Xiao Kai and Nannan look like him? Looking at his son, Chenzui could only whisper a freak in his heart.

Before leaving, Chen Zui took out his wallet and took out two hundred yuan from it. "Is it enough? Do you need to give you some more? Don't treat yourself too badly at home. My dad can still eat and drink outside. But if I say more, it seems that you have a lot of money."

After packing the table, Shen Lang took the 200 yuan from his father. "This is the money for buying vegetables and investment in some utensils at home. As for my pocket money, I have my own investment in this regard. My small treasury is enough for me to give it to me, but that one is only me. Thank you for your concerns, and I won't give it to you!"

He gritted his teeth and walked out of the house without even being able to do so. His son really gave him face at all. Of course, of course there was nothing wrong with his words. This little bastard didn't know what he learned from there. He liked to go to the old market on Saturdays and Sundays. Anyway, he basically devoted all the money he gave to him, as well as what his grandparents gave him. If he hadn't had to have a bank passbook for him later, he wouldn't have known that this little guy could actually motivate so many things. But what he didn't expect was that what he saw was just the tip of the iceberg, and the value he reflected was nothing but a drop in the bucket.

Is this guy his own child? He became obsessed with the intoxication and began to doubt again. Why did he not study good things and insist on being so interested in these messy things? It's a headache! I don't know what kind of demon moth he can make this summer vacation. Forget it, as long as he doesn't demolish this home, he will be satisfied.

It was already past eight o'clock now, Shen Lang took some money and then took the key and hung it on his neck. He carried a backpack with water, bread, ham, and two pens in it. Then he went out.

I greeted some old grandparents in the community, rode my own bicycle and walked towards the old market. It was not particularly close to me. It took about 25 to 30 minutes to get my speed. Of course, I could also turn over the bus, but in such a good weather, it would be better to exercise myself and adjust my health by the way.

However, these boring old men and old ladies who were idle in the community looked at Shen Lang out, and seemed to suddenly find some topics between them. They started to argue with each other, and of course there were both positive and negative sides, and there were all things they said.

When we arrived at the local area, the old market had already started. This old market was available very early, but it only opened on Saturdays or Sundays every week, and except for the store, the stalls were only open until noon. Shen Lang only knew about this place since he started school. The scale and scenes of this place are of course not comparable to Panjiayuan in Beijing, but it is not impossible if you really want to get something out of it.

It's also very accidental. I still remember that I was in a very bad mood that day, but I didn't want my father and brothers and sisters to be sad with me. In desperation, I just took the bus around the city. It was at that time that I came into contact with this place. Of course, it was at that time that I realized that I also had a very magical side.

At the beginning, I didn’t know much about it, but by chance when I was squatting where I read a little man’s book, I touched the pile of books next to me, and my hand suddenly felt like I had touched a stove, and suddenly jumped up three feet high. I was so scared that I stared at the old book stall owner I was reading that he thought I was doing something. It was from that time that I paid great attention to the things that made my hands hot, no matter the good or bad or even the ragged things, as long as I got started, I would definitely get them home.

But getting it home is not a solution. For this reason, you can only study it with your head, read books, search for information tirelessly, and even ask without shame. No matter how hard it is, there will be a day when water drips through the stone. So far, Shen Lang has been considered an entry-level, but don’t underestimate Shen Lang’s simple entry-level. You must know that all of this is thought and researched by Shen Lang. As long as he has been tempered by time, he will shine brightly like bricks and stones. Of course, this depends on whether Shen Lang wants to do this.

Pushing his small bicycle, Shen Lang greeted each other with a few more familiar ones, and then looked at the so-called new products. However, there are not many good things, and most of them are counterfeit or forged. The only advantage here is that things are cheaper, and some can even get started with one or two dollars. So even if you are a big shot, it will not be particularly unfair, but if you get good things, you will really make a profit.

After wandering around several shops for a while, I picked up a calligraphy and painting imitating Zhang Daqian. Although it was fake, the imitation was a bit bad. I held it in my own hands, let alone making my hands feel a little warm, and even if I covered it for a while, I didn’t feel much warm. But Shen Lang liked it very much, so he received it in his hand and didn’t spend much money. Everyone was always in love. After reading these things, Shen Lang pushed his small car and walked around the old book stall. In other people’s eyes, this may not take too much effort, but in Shen Lang’s eyes, it is also quite a skill. Sometimes he needs to master more knowledge than other aspects. Moreover, the things in this are never sold, but generally speaking, kilograms. This feeling makes Shen Lang very satisfied.

Of course, Shen Lang is not the one who only buys and doesn't sell, otherwise where will his small treasury come from! But in this regard, Shen Lang is very good at doing things, and once the things are agreed, they will take action immediately and never stay in their hands for a while, in order to reduce the pure danger. After all, he is still a child, and sometimes he will attract the jealousy of those who are interested. It will be better in the past two years because everyone is familiar with each other, and Shen Lang's own low-key and concealment, so no one noticed him.

In the morning, Shen Lang was rooted in this place. At noon, he just took out the food and water from his package and ate some of it. It was not because Shen Lang was very saving or could not afford to eat in the restaurant. The first thing was that it was a waste of time when he went there to eat, and some of his own things were in the car, which was a bit unsafe. However, today it was obvious that Shen Lang had not gained much. In addition to collecting two pictures that he couldn't bear to bet, the rest were books in his car, and all kinds of things were all.

But really, there are many of them that belong to the category of waste paper, but there is no way. The books here are sold like this. The stall owner has already sorted out the books, tied them up with ropes, and placed them in piles. If you want them, just swing them up and shake them on a scale. No matter whether you want a book or a piece of paper, this is the way to sell them here. Do you want them?

Moreover, the seller is quite smart. Although he sells it in kilograms, the price is much higher than that when he sells it directly. Sometimes it is even three times and four times the price. If you only have a book in a bundle, he will recycle other useless papers, but the price is the same as waste paper.
Chapter completed!