Get up in the morning.

Zhong Yue stretched out, used some crumbs left over from last night, added some water, cut some vegetables, and cooked them into a pot of rice. After filling his stomach, he went to Zhang Laifu to learn to make a pen. It seemed easy to create works that Jin Nong recognized at first, but this task did not have any systematic prompts. In other words, this task may be completed tomorrow, or it may be one year or ten years later.

After thinking about it, Zhong Yue had to put the eggs in another basket in addition to the fixed copying time every day.

"You boy, you ran away all day long. Do you know that you will come here early to learn crafts today?"

Zhong Yue put down a bunch of good-car pen poles, "Brother Zhang, do you know where to sell antique furniture?"

"Anti-modified furniture? Why, you can't even eat enough, and you still have to buy furniture? Is it expanded?"

Zhong Yue was speechless, "No, I just asked my friend to ask."

Zhang Laifu stuffed the tobacco into the earthen cigarette pole, lit the matches, and sucked two hard, "Furniture, high-end and good wood, of course, those furniture cities are in the furniture city."

"In that kind of place, a chair with better craftsmanship is several hundred in size, so the wood doesn't have to be so exquisite, it's just a bit higher in style."

Zhang Laifu looked up at Zhong Yue, "How much has your friend prepared?"

"Uh... three thousand."

"Three thousand? You can only buy an Eight Immortals Table and a few chairs."

Zhong Yue smiled, "That's why I come to ask you, are you knowledgeable and have any cheaper ways?"

"In the past, furniture was bought by carpenters. Now the traditional furniture is not popular, and carpenters have changed their careers to work. It costs only 3,000 yuan. What do your friend want to buy?"

Zhong Yue thought about it, "It would be better to have a bookshelf, a long table and matching chairs. It would be even better if you had some porcelain, calligraphy and paintings, or something."

"You have to ask for it, you think it's 3,000 yuan or 3,000 yuan."

"There is no other way?"

Zhang Laifu showed his yellow teeth and smiled and said, "What friend?"

"Uh...ordinary friend."

"Average friends are so concerned about it? Men and women?"

Zhong Yue turned the pen tube in his hand, "Is this related to the buyer? Do you have any way?"

"Yes, you have mastered the skills in the water basin today, and I will take you there tonight."

"Why do you have tonight?"

Zhang Laifu smiled and said, "Some things are shameless."

"I got the tomb robber? I don't want the dead things!" Zhong Yue looked a little embarrassed. He wanted to arrange a house and use burial objects, so that wouldn't it be a nanny!

"Go to you! Have you ever seen someone who is buried with furniture? Do you go? If you don't go, I won't take him to the ordinary people."

When Zhong Yue heard that it was not a funeral object, he breathed a sigh of relief, "Go and go, isn't it illegal?"

"Those who violated the law have been swept away by the urban management. You practice hard, and I will arrange this matter."

Since Zhang Laifu agreed to him, Zhong Yue didn't have to use his brain. All day long, except for eating and napping, he carefully learned the skills of making pens. When the sun was about to set, Zhang Laifu packed up a sack and put it on his shoulder, "When you walk, the car has been shouted."

With curiosity, Zhong Yue walked to the entrance of the village with Zhang Laifu, and a loading truck was parked at the entrance of the village.

"Master." The driver jumped out of the car and handed Zhang Laifu a cigarette.

Zhang Laifu smiled slightly, "Xiaoyue, this is Zhou Daguang, and you are also your senior brother. He learned craftsmanship from me in the pen making factory, and later he also switched to work as a truck driver. If you have time, let him help you today."

Zhou Daguang smiled and said, "Master, this factory has become a small workshop. Are you still taking care of your apprentice? Xiaoyue isn't it?"

Zhou Daguang said, and handed over a cigarette.

"Hello Brother Guang, I won't smoke."

Zhou Daguang lit it for himself and smiled, "We can squeeze in and save ourselves from sitting in the car."

"Don't let it go, Xiaoyue, you sit in front, I feel dizzy when I sit in the car." Zhang Laifu said and stepped on the wheel, "Get the handle."

Zhou Daguang put Zhang Boto into the carriage and smiled honestly: "Then Master, please sit firmly, Xiao Yue, come on the car with me."

Zhong Yue stepped onto the truck and pulled the door.

"By the way, Xiaoyue, you haven't said this yet, why did you learn to make a pen from your master?"

Zhong Yue rolled down the car window and smiled, "It's nothing, it's just boring to stay at home. I think the making is quite interesting, so I learn a craft from Uncle Zhang."

"Haha, you are still young. When you reach my age, you will be thinking about supporting your family and you won't think so."

The car was driving on the country road, and Zhou Daguang turned on the broken radio and listened to several old songs by Andy Lau.

"Brother Guang, where are we going?"

Zhou Daguang, who was still humming the love-forgetful water, was stunned, "Where did you tell me, the City God Temple in County Z."

"What are you doing at Chenghuang Temple?"

"What else can I do?" Zhou Daguang held the steering wheel, "Ghost Market, have you heard of it?"

Zhong Yue had heard of it in some novels and asked, "That kind of night market that is shameful?"

"Yes, but don't think too much. The ghost market in jargon is actually no different from ordinary night markets. The area of ​​Chenghuang Temple was originally a place for tomb robbers to sell stolen goods. However, it was rectified more than ten years ago. Now, it is basically a place where fake dealers cheat people. It's still a good idea to sell small things. If you really spend 100,000 or 200,000, you'll become a sucker."

Zhong Yue thought about it, so he said, let alone whether there are so many ancient tombs in Huizhou that can be robbed. Even if there are indeed, he would probably not sell stolen goods in such a densely populated area, and the ghost market will become a "fake ghost" market.

After driving for more than half an hour, Zhou Daguang found an open space to park the car, "Here, get off."

Zhong Yue jumped out of the car and helped Zhang Laifu out of the car.

"Come with me."

The two followed Zhang Laifu through the sparse stream of people and arrived at the City God Temple.

"Xiaoyue, let me tell you about the rules of the ghost market. Although this ghost market is not as good as before, we cannot break the old rules."

"Master, what era is this? Even the dealers in it don't care about this anymore. Why are you still sticking to your rules and breaking the rules?"

Zhang Laifu smiled, "Someone was stabbed to death in the ghost market a few years ago. Do you want to try it?"

Zhou Daguang quickly shut up.

"First, no matter whether the thing is true or not, we are here to buy furniture for your friend, just take it as fake. Don't be deceived by those ghosts inside. Do you have anybody in the family getting cancer or paying gambling debts? Don't believe me if you understand?"

"kindness."

"Also, if the seller presses the calculator, you have to bargain, and then press the calculator, don't talk. Of course, if he talks to you openly, you like it and still have a price. If he doesn't sell it, you just leave. Don't be too arrogant, understand?"

Zhong Yue nodded and said, "I know everything, I just want to talk less."

Zhang Laifu led Zhong Yue and the others into the Ghost Market of the City God Temple.
Chapter completed!