In later generations, when men and women went shopping together, it was mostly men who paid for women to buy clothes for women, and men took the trouble. But now when it is the other way around, men who dare to fall in love feel even worse.
"...Thank you, this piece doesn't suit me very well, put it away."
Xiang Xiaoqiang came out of the fitting room again, carrying a suit and handed it to the sales lady.
"it does not matter."
The sales lady had a great attitude. Even though this was already the fifth piece of clothing she had said "no" to Xiaoqiang, the lady was still smiling and respectful.
Based on the level of this sales girl, Xiang Xiaoqiang judged that the Ming Dynasty at this time was no longer a "budding capitalism", but a quite mature capitalism.
"Gah?!" Qiu Qiu on the side stared wide-eyed and couldn't bear it anymore, "You don't even like this one? This one is better-looking than the previous ones!"
"Hmm..." Xiang Xiaoqiang hugged Qiu Qiu, "Come on, let's go over there and talk..."
Xiang Xiaoqiang did not expect that this natural movement of his would mean something extraordinary to Qiu Qiu, a girl from the Ming Dynasty. Xiao Nizi only felt a warm current flowing from her back muscles to her whole body. The anger she had accumulated for a long time just now,
It was all gone in an instant.
"Yeah!" Qiu Qiu blushed and responded softly, shrank her head and let him hold her and walk aside.
"Qiu Qiu!" Xiang Xiaoqiang said sincerely.
"Well, I'll listen." Qiu Qiu said softly.
"Why don't we buy it here?"
"Why?"
"Do you know any ordinary stores around here? For example, 'Giordano' or 'Baleno' will do..."
Qiu Qiu raised his head in confusion:
"Ban...what way?"
"This... this kind of place is not for me," Xiang Xiaoqiang smiled bitterly and shook his head, "As you know, I only have these clothes now and I don't have a penny. Hey, even these clothes are not mine.
I have to send it back to others..."
"I know," Qiu Qiu showed a happy smile, "So, you don't need to spend money, I will buy it for you."
…
Xiang Xiaoqiang opened his mouth wide and looked at her blankly.
A weak, lovable girl raised her head and said to a seven-foot-tall man: I don’t want you to spend money... I’ll buy it for you...
Xiang Xiaoqiang saw a dagger shoot out of Qiu Qiu's mouth and stab his chest accurately.
"Huh? Xiaoqiang?" Qiu Qiu looked at him strangely, stretched out her hand and waved it in front of his eyes a few times, "What's wrong? Hey, what's wrong with you?"
"Please!" Xiang Xiaoqiang regained his composure and growled unhappily, "Don't you know I'm a man?"
"I... of course I know."
"Then don't you know that men all have self-esteem?"
He followed Qiu Qiu to visit the mall for a long time, and saw many high-end clothes with prices of only tens of dollars. He also knew that the "Ming Yang" in the Ming Dynasty was probably the same as the "Dayang" in the Republic of China, and was a very valuable item.
He originally wanted to talk about the difficulties in a roundabout way, trying to get Qiu Qiu to take the initiative to lend him a sum of money, and then use the money to use his talents, whether it was deception or selling minerals, in short, he would get the first pot of gold as soon as possible.
, just pay back the money and that’s it.
I didn’t expect that this girl would be so out of touch that she would have to pay her bills directly. Then wouldn’t she become a freeloader?
…
Qiu Gongguan, Qinhuai District, south of the city.
In the large and solemn Chinese-style hall, the floor is paved with blue bricks, palace lanterns hang from the ceiling, on the mahogany incense table, and in the large copper incense burner, three thick incense pillars exhale straight blue smoke and go up to the beams of the room.
On the incense table is a statue of Master Guan Er, holding a Qinglong Yanyue Sword in one hand and holding a beard in the other, majestic and fierce.
…
"Heh... snoring, snoring, snoring..."
On the Taishi chair next to him, a fat man was holding a teacup, his neck tilted back, and there was a mouthful of tea in his throat, which he kept churning.
This fat man is in his fifties, eight feet tall, with a big bald head that looks like a big reflective bladder. His face is full of flesh, his brows are like brooms, his eyes are like copper bells, and his mouth is as wide as a giant... Pen, in short, looks even more fierce than Lu Zhishen.
He was wrapped in a large Hanfu-style cotton pajamas, with a large dragon embroidered on the back, and the rest of the place was embroidered with various "righteousness" characters. A section of bare legs was exposed at the hem of the pajamas, and the thick In the black hair, you can vaguely see the tattoos.
This man wears a thick gold necklace around his neck, a jade ring on his thumb, holds a tea cup in his left hand, and spins two large steel balls in his right palm, making a jingling sound.
Just when he was raising his neck, his Adam's apple shaking up and down, and fully enjoying the feeling of the confrontation between the air and the tea——
…
"Bang!"
The carved wooden door of the hall was knocked open, and a man stumbled in.
"Gudong," the big fat man swallowed the whole mouthful of water.
"Boss, big brother, ladle," the man wearing a peaked cap and leather vest jumped up and shouted excitedly, "I just came from Xinjiekou, guess who I saw..."
"You're fucked up," the big fat man raised his foot and kicked him, "If you do it again, I'll kick you to death! How many times have I told you, we are a patriotic society, don't fucking 'boss, boss, boss' 'The random shouting made people think we were a gangster! Well, what's the matter, were all the protection fees collected yesterday?"
"We've collected... we've almost collected it." The man, who was in his thirties, got up cautiously and stood with his waist bent. "There is a shop called 'Xu Ji Zaoxianpu' on Changle Road. It's a little widow. A suckling child was born with her blind mother-in-law. Damn it, it’s so disgusting to be crying all over with snot and tears with the brothers!”
"Huh? Little widow?" The muscles on the big fat man's face trembled, and he smiled ferociously, "If you don't pay the protection fee, you won't be protected. This thing is only natural! Ah? Haha, snail, what do you think we should do? "
The subordinate nicknamed "Snail" looked at his face, smiled evilly, and said to please:
"Boss, why don't you turn around and I'll bring a few people to destroy the breakfast shop and give the little widow to xxoo..."
"X, you are so fucking stupid!" The big fat man kicked him out again, his face trembling, "Do you think we are a gangster? Say it again, we are a patriotic society! Uh-huh. , let’s do this, you ask the more than 200 brothers from the south church and the more than 300 brothers from the east church to start a business in the little widow’s shop next month! Well, tell her, we don’t either It’s all for nothing, just ask her to go find Mr. Chen for money! Huh?...Hahahahaha!”
"Director Chen?" Snail asked curiously, "Which Director Chen is the leader?"
"Which one else? Of course..." He pointed to the incense table, and when he saw the portrait of Mr. Guan, he became furious, "What kind of bastard is this? Why did you put Mr. Guan on it again? We are a patriotic society,
It’s not a gangster, why do you want to worship Mr. Guan? Look, you’re blocking Mr. Chen, the helmsman!”
The snail was so frightened that he quickly ran over and moved the statue of Guan Gong away, revealing a scroll on the wall.
The painting shows a scholar in Tsing Yi in ancient costume, with his hands behind his back, looking chic and elegant. There are two poems in the upper left corner:
If you don't know Chen Jinnan in your life, it would be useless to call him a hero.
There is a couplet on the left and right sides of the painting.
The first couplet is:
The earthquake hit Gaogang, and the rivers and mountains remained beautiful through the ages;
The second line is:
The door faces the sea, and the three rivers flow through it for thousands of years.
Eight characters on the forehead:
Heavenly Father and Earthly Mother.
Revolt against the Qing Dynasty and restore the Ming Dynasty.
The scrolls and couplets were severely yellowed, damaged, and covered with dust and cobwebs.
…
"Well, that's still the case," the fat man looked at the painting, put his legs up and twirled the steel ball in his hand, and asked comfortably, "What did you want to say just now? By the way, who did you say you saw?
?”
"Old... no, chief helmsman," Snail became happy again, "My subordinates saw the eldest lady at Xinjiekou!"
"Damn it, that little brat is the only one I have to deal with," the fat man waved his hand, "my chest hurts when I mention her!"
"No, the eldest lady is shopping in a department store!"
"Nonsense, today is Sunday, the fleet is on holiday, and that little brat has nothing to do. Of course he will go to the department store to buy things, wasteful things!" The fat man slammed the table, then scratched his bald head, and said with itching teeth, "Mom
Yes, the little bastard earns a lot of money by himself, and he still has to spend my money. It’s easy for me to collect protection fees! How could I, Qiuhu Hero I, have given birth to such a debt collector! Snail, follow me early in the morning.
Speaking of that little bastard, are you here to make me angry on purpose?"
"No, no, guess what? Next to the eldest lady..." Snail's eyes were shining, and he said mysteriously, "...there is a pretty boy!"
"What!" Qiu Huhu grabbed him, his big eyes almost popped out, "Say it again!"
The snail looked at the chief helmsman's pair of big bull's eyes, his face turned pale, and he stammered:
"Beside... the eldest lady... there is... a little... pretty boy..."