Back To Eighty

Then there was a roar of laughter, and Shen Maoshi laughed so hard that he couldn't say anything: "Haha, me, this is..."

Until the man on the ground came back to his senses and scolded: "What a **** you are! How can you put a mouse in your pocket! You're sick!"

Originally, Lu Huai'an was going to say a few words about Guoguo. Although this mouse is still small, it is carrying viruses and bacteria, and it is not safe to carry it on.

But when this person scolds Guoguo, he can't accept it.

He lowered his face and looked at him blankly: "Then how did you put your hand in her pocket?"

Yes, Guoguo hid it in her pocket, if the mouse ran out, he should have said how she brought the mouse into the car, but what he said was how to put the mouse in the pocket!

Everyone in the carriage immediately returned to their senses and took out their pockets.

"Ah, my money is gone!"

"Mine too..."

When the thief saw that the situation was not good, he didn't pick up his clothes, so he turned around and ran away.

Just two steps away, Sun Hua stopped him: "How dare you steal something in front of me?"

Really tired and crooked!

The thief knew that in the hands of these people, he would not be able to get anything, and struggled desperately.

But how could it be worth Sun Hua's strength? He picked him up, Shen Maoshi pulled him up and down, and pulled out a lot of cloth bags, coins and bills.

The evidence was conclusive, and the onlookers were immediately ignited with anger.

"It's a thief, kill him!"

The belated conductor squeezed into the crowd and managed to rescue the dying thief who was beaten.

It turned out that he saw that Guoguo was well-dressed. The group kept protecting her, and she kept covering her pocket. There must be money in her pocket.

He also thought that even if it wasn't much, there was still a few bucks given the way these people took care of them. Who would have thought that there was no money in his pocket, but it turned out to be a living creature, and he even got into it directly from his sleeve...

The conductor took the people away and warned them not to put mice in their pockets.

After the storm subsided, Uncle Qian tried to persuade him, but Guoguo refused to agree to throw away the mouse: "Why? It's so cute!"

She caught it at the hotel in the morning, but the little one was fluffy, she thought it was funny.

"This can't be played." Seeing Uncle Qian's helplessness, Lu Huai'an thought for a while: "Why don't you go back and get you a rabbit or something? Or kittens and puppies? Those are fine, but mice really can't be raised, Wan Wan. Once it bites you, it's not good."

rabbit?

Kitten or puppy?

Guoguo opened her mouth wide and said after a while, "Really, really? Then can I want a puppy?"

"Really, yes."

Little earth dogs or something, it should be easy to raise.

Although he was reluctant, he was still willing to release the little mouse.

After wiping her hands again and again, Uncle Qian put away all the food: "Your hands are dirty, wait until you get out of the car and wash them for you before eating."

Guoguo was looking forward to it, and there were no more demon moths on the road.

The car stopped in Dingzhou, Uncle Qian hugged her and walked out together.

From time to time, a few people wandered around, as if looking for someone.

When approaching the exit, someone stopped Lu Huaian: "Where did you come from?"

"Pura."

This is where they came out of Taigang last night and sat there casually.

The man looked at him: "How many of you are there?"

Lu Huai'an calmly took a half step back and pointed, "Five."

"Four adults, one child?" The man hesitated for a moment, then slowly stepped aside: "With the child, it shouldn't be..."

After walking a few steps forward, he heard him say to someone, "With children, the number is not right, it shouldn't be."

Along the way, the four were tense and didn't speak much.

After all, Dingzhou is more prosperous, and the buildings look a lot better.

There are many bicycles, tricycles, and even cars on the road!

Shen Maoshi opened his mouth wide and watched the big guy slowly pass by: "What is this?"

"The bus." Uncle Qian, who had seen the world, explained with a smile, "You can buy a ticket. The monthly pass seems to be five cents. You can take a seat if you want."

"Okay! I want to sit!"

Not only Shen Maoshi, but even Sun Hua widened his eyes and nodded.

Guoguo clapped her hands very excitedly. Among the group, Lu Huaian was the calmest.

"Huai'an really does great things!"

Lu Huai'an was thinking back to the Dingzhou purchase market that the boss said at the beginning, when he was suddenly called by his name and looked over with an inexplicable face: "Ah? What."

"We're talking about cars! Buses!" Shen Maoshi was very excited, pointing to the bus that could only see the back of the car: "Uncle Qian said we can take a seat later!"

I thought they were talking, but it turned out to be a bus ride.

Lu Huai'an waved his hand and said calmly, "Oh, sit down."

Looking at him like this, does it feel like taking a bus is a very common thing?

The three looked at each other and saw their respective sighs: Huai'an is really amazing!

I followed the route the boss said, and as expected, I crossed the long street and saw a big bulletin board.

Lu Huai'an quickened his pace and passed through the alley to the left of the traffic podium.

But I didn't see it in the clothing market that the boss talked about the most.

There are quite a few facades, but they are very deserted.

Uncle Qian frowned and looked inside: "No one buys it..."

"Brother Mao, wait here with Guoguo, let's go in and have a look."

There is indeed a clothes shop, but there are hardly any people.

The boss is all laying out a cloth on the ground, wrapping it to sleep, and there are a few obviously outdated and out-of-season clothes scattered on the table.

Even if he slept or not, he still looked like he was in a bad mood and didn't plan to do business.

Lu Huai'an thoughtfully turned around, pretended to be very interested and ran to ask, "Boss~www.wuxiamtl.com~ How much is this skirt?"

She seemed a little surprised that someone would come to buy a dress on such a cold day. The boss yawned before slowly coming over: "Here, do you want it?"

"Yes." Lu Huai'an smiled: "How much money?"

"...Four dollars." The boss also seemed a little uncertain.

This skirt is really ugly. It's wide and big, and the line is crooked. It can't be sold at all. It's just for show.

Lu Huai'an also tried to bargain, the boss waved his hand impatiently: "Is there a cloth ticket, there is a cloth ticket!"

Four to one piece.

The price is too far.

In the end, Lu Huai'an still just laughed and asked if he could make it cheaper.

"It can't be cheap anymore! If you have cloth tickets, it will be cheap!"

Lu Huai'an snorted and walked a few steps to look at another stall.

The same impatience, the same inflated price.

Not only is it not cheap, but it is also uglier than the state-run shopping malls, and the price is more expensive than Nanping.

Uncle Qian was thoughtful.

After coming out, Lu Huai'an looked as usual: "Let's find a place to stay for one night, and then go to dinner."

Looking around, I found a hotel to put my things down.

It was a mess here, and Lu Huai'an didn't plan to go out alone again.

After taking them on the bus and taking them back to the hotel, Lu Huaian and Uncle Qian went to the market again.

After turning around again, he double-checked that there was no backstreet.

The market is so big, and there are no hidden shops in it.

In the afternoon, fewer shops are open, and there are no customers inside.

The bosses are also too lazy to do business. When they ask the price, they just ask for a ticket, and they don't want the money.

What is the black market for tickets?