Siheyuan: Domineering life

Chapter 15 Lama Temple Pigeon Market

Seeing that Boss Yang looked unfamiliar and threatening, Yang Yu thought again and again.

"Hey, brother, I was wrong." Yang Yu suddenly changed his face, hugging Yang Jun's waist with a playful smile and begging for mercy.

"My good big brother, just promise me. I, Yang Yu, can live without a house, but I can't live without brothers. If I really promise you, how will I still be able to hang out in school in the future?"

I'm a bitch, you're a girl and you still mess around?

Yang Jun saw the black line on his forehead and looked speechlessly at his younger sister who had the potential to be a big sister.

No, no, no.

I'm going to the hospital.

Brain pain.

"Okay, okay, I'll give in. You can play with your brothers, but Bangge can't." Yang Jun felt that it would be unrealistic for Yang Yu to sever ties with her classmates all at once, so he gave in.

That boy, Bangge, is sneaky, unclean, and has a white-eyed wolfish streak. He is not a loyal person. If he stabs his sister in the back one day, it will be too late to regret it.

So if Yang Jun wants to change Yang Yu, he must first keep her away from Bangge.

"But Bangge is my most powerful little brother. You can't just because he snitched on me this morning..."

Yang Yu tried to explain Banggeng, but when he saw Yang Jun's stern eyes, leaving no room for negotiation, he suddenly panicked.

"Then... okay, but, Boss Yang, you must be honest in your life. I promise you and Banggeng will be cut off completely, but you can't go back on the house you promised me..."

"Ouch, Boss Yang..."

Yang Jun gave his sister a blow, with an angry look on his face.

No matter how big or small, I will let you taste like Boss Yang.

Little brat, today I will let you know what "elder brother is like father" means.

Come on, Yang Laosi, feel the fatherly love from Yang Laosi.

……

at dinner time.

There was a tacit understanding among the family that no one mentioned what happened in the afternoon.

After dinner, when the family gathered together to paste matchboxes, Qin Huairu came to the door with Silly Zhu. Qin Huairu came to apologize for her mother-in-law Jia Zhang's secret locking. She was afraid of being embarrassed, so she begged Silly Zhu. The column follows a piece.

Putting aside Qin Huairu's vampire stupidity, it is undeniable that she is definitely a great woman, whether it is her responsibilities to her family or her loyalty to love.

Besides sucking the blood of Silly Pillar, have you ever seen her suck the blood of other people?

After Jia Dongxu died, it was logical that she could remarry, but she did not do that. She remained as filial and unreasonable as ever to her mother-in-law, and fulfilled her responsibilities as a mother to her three children.

Yang Jun didn't believe that she didn't know about Jia Zhang's private padlocking of the house. However, the matter had already broken out, and people knew they were wrong and came to apologize. There was no need to ignore them. After all, everyone would There is also a courtyard.

After saying some polite words to Qin Huairu, and chatting with Silly Zhu about the naughty things they did together when they were children, Qin Huairu saw that the time was almost up and went back.The next day.

Yang Jun woke up around four o'clock in the morning. He got up quietly, put on his coat and scarf, then closed the door and left the yard.

Yesterday I promised to give the remaining money to Lao Wu. I have always kept it in mind. Today I must resolve the money matter.

He has long heard that the pigeon market can adjust supplies, and he plans to try his luck today.

There are hundreds of pigeon markets, large and small, distributed in the [-] cities, varying in size. The largest ones are the Dongzhimen and Yonghegong pigeon markets.

Winter in the Forty-Nine Cities can really kill people when it's cold. The cold wind is like a knife cutting straight into people's arms. At this time, the sky is gloomy and snowflakes are beginning to fall from the sky.

Yang Jun turned up the collar of his military coat, wrapped his head with a scarf, stamped his feet hard a few times, and felt a little warm. He recognized the direction and ran towards the Lama Temple.

Crossing Yonghegong Street, crossing a bridge to the north, and not far to the west is the Yonghegong Pigeon Market. It is obviously on the back of the Temple of Earth, far away from the Lama Temple. I don’t know why it is called the Yonghegong Pigeon Market.

Very far away, Yang Jun found shadows in front of him, and a few flashlights flickered from time to time, but they were quickly extinguished.

Most of the people who come to Pigeon Market to transfer supplies bring flashlights. In fact, they not only use flashlights to illuminate the road, but also use them during transactions.

Both parties to the transaction understand one truth. The flashlight can only shine on the goods and money receipts, but never on the other party's face, otherwise it will be a taboo.

Yang Jun looked around. Yonghe Temple was still exactly the same as he remembered when he was a child. There were no major changes. However, at this moment, there were about a thousand people gathered around Yonghe Temple, waiting for supplies, and there were some scattered people coming here in the distance. silhouette.

The Yonghegong Pigeon Market has at least thousands of visitors every day. It has a complete range of supplies that can be adjusted, including grains, non-staple food, clothes, black and white metals, various meats, and old objects. It is indeed one of the largest pigeon markets in Sijiu City.

Yang Jun lifted his scarf over the net, revealing only a pair of eyes, so he looked at an empty spot, stood in line with the sellers on both sides, and stood there with his arms folded.

There is an unwritten rule in the pigeon market. The sellers stand on both sides of the road, and the buyers can go around. People like Yang Jun who stand on the roadside without goods in front of them can only be ticket sellers.

"Hey man, do you have any watch tickets?"

Suddenly, a man who wrapped himself up as tightly as him came over and asked in a low voice.

Listening to his hoarse voice, Yang Jun understood that he was deliberately holding his voice so that people could not recognize him. People here held their throats when talking, and everyone was not surprised.

"No, but there is a sewing ticket." Yang Jun whispered in a low voice.

Yang Jun remembered that he only had one bicycle ticket, one watch ticket, and two sewing tickets in his space, but the only thing missing was the radio ticket.

There was only one watch ticket, so naturally he couldn't sell it. He wanted to keep it for himself. Tickets like three turns and one beep were numbered. He didn't dare to copy them, so he could only sell the extra sewing ticket.

"Forget it, I originally wanted to buy a watch to check the time on a business trip, but since I don't have one, I'll go somewhere else."

The man had a disappointed tone, and it seemed that he had already asked many people.

The three-turn, one-ring ticket for four large items is really difficult to get. Even in the pigeon market, there is a price but no market. If it is so easy to get, Yi Zhonghai, the first uncle of the eighth-level fitter, and Liu Haizhong, the second uncle of the seventh-level forger , their monthly salary of 90 yuan has already allowed them to buy bicycles.

Even if it is placed in a steel rolling mill, there are only a few bicycle tickets and watch tickets every year, and dozens of cadres cannot get them, let alone ordinary employees.

Whether it is a bicycle ticket or a watch ticket, there is a number and model written on it. For example, a watch ticket, whether it is "Chun Lei" in Shanghai or "Dongfang" in Tianjin, is always 120 yuan. Of course, this is just for watches. Prices and tickets are calculated separately. Generally, watch tickets are more expensive than a watch. A watch ticket costs at least 140 yuan to buy, so a watch costs at least 260 yuan.

(End of this chapter)