ordinary human life

"It turns out that Auntie Qi is from Hezhou. It seems that Auntie's living conditions should be good. How could she come out to set up a stall?" He Sihai said.

"You can see this?" Aunt Qi asked in surprise.

"Of course, Aunt Qi not only looks young, but also has a good temperament. If the family conditions are not good, can she be so young and have such a temperament?" He Sihai ran the train with his mouth full.

But Aunt Qi was so happy that she couldn't find her eyes.

Teacher Liu, who was at the Zhileng booth next to him, raised his head and glanced at He Sihai, secretly vigilant in his heart.

"Auntie's family is so-so. She did business in her early years and accumulated some wealth." After all, Auntie Qi has seen the world, and said vaguely.

"How many children are there in Aunt Qi's family?" He Sihai continued.

"Two boys." Speaking of her children, Aunt Qi smiled.

"How old are you? Are you in elementary school?" He Sihai asked with a look of surprise.

"How is it possible, one is in the second year of high school and the other is in the third year of junior high school." Aunt Qi said.

"What? Are you so old? Aunt Qi is so young, can't you tell?"

"Young man, you can really talk. How can your aunt be so young?"

When Aunt Qi said this, her face almost turned into a flower with a smile.

"How are the two children studying? Is there a lot of homework?"

"Then tell me, I have to write at [-] or [-] o'clock every night." When it came to the child's studies, Aunt Qi frowned with a trace of worry.

"Learning requires mastering the learning method. In fact, it is very easy. When the teacher is teaching, you must pay attention to the lecture, so that the quality of learning will be high..."

He Sihai made a big push, and Mr. Liu, who was eavesdropping beside him, was a little surprised. He didn't expect that what he said had some truth.

He Sihai talked from mathematics to English, from English to interest cultivation, from interest cultivation to calligraphy, and from calligraphy to music, talking boastfully, and from time to time he picked up the books on his booth to give examples.

Then He Sihai sold a copybook with a pen.

A basic music theory.

An English dictionary.

The pen copybook was brought back from the recycle bin yesterday, and the basic music theory and English dictionary were bought by He Sihai from Deng Dazhong's tricycle last time for five yuan.

It was originally intended to be sold to students in No. 32 Middle School, but it was destroyed by Teacher Liu.

Now three books are sold to Aunt Qi for 120 yuan.

Well, Baodao's money has been earned back.

"Xiao He, what you said is really reasonable. When I go home, I must let my son take a good look at it. Learning should pay attention to methods, combine work and rest, practice calligraphy, and learn music. Cultivating temperament is really a good way." Aunt Qi was grateful.

"It means that Aunt Qi can listen. I don't say these things to ordinary people, because they always think they are right. This is not okay. No one is perfect, and people are a continuous learning process.

Although these books are a bit old, they are all good books, books worth collecting, and the basics are the most important. The aunt took them back and showed them to the two younger brothers. "

"Yeah, the writing with this pen is really good." Aunt Qi turned over the copybook with a look of admiration.

I don't know if she can write or not.

Teacher Liu, who had already erected the booth, quietly rolled his eyes.

Unexpectedly, this scene happened to be seen by He Sihai.

"Ms. Liu, you seem to be a teacher in No. 32 Middle School. What do you teach?" He Sihai asked with a smile.

"English." Teacher Liu said with a cold expression.

"So you teach English, so tell me, isn't the dictionary I sold to Aunt Qi just now very rich in vocabulary?" He Sihai asked happily.

Teacher Liu glanced at it, thought for a while, and nodded.

Is not this nonsensical?Can an English dictionary not have a rich vocabulary?What kind of dictionary is it if it is not rich?

Aunt Qi was even more delighted when she heard this.

"Mr. Liu, thank you for the beads you gave Taozi yesterday. Is there anything you like at my booth? You can take it. I... will pay you the purchase price." He Sihai said with a smile.

"They're all junk." Mr. Liu glanced at his booth.

"Ms. Liu, what you said is irresponsible. How can this be broken? This is nostalgia, it's a memory, such as this, Mr. Liu must have played it when he was a child."

He Sihai ignored the expectant and reluctant eyes of the little girl in front of the booth, directly picked up the green leather frog toy, and handed it to Teacher Liu.

"Ms. Liu, you must have played with such a green-skinned frog when you were young, right? These are all memories." He Sihai said with a smile.

This frog is a bit old, and the green paint on it has been mottled.

But it can still be seen that its quality is quite intact.

And the little girl in the red vest walked up to Teacher Liu and jumped up and down, full of anticipation, hoping that she could buy it.

He Sihai was even more curious, what was going on with this little girl?

He should also know who He Sihai is to attract people, but he didn't ask him to help him fulfill his wish.

Teacher Liu looked at the green-skinned frog in He Sihai's hand, feeling dazed for a while. She really had one when she was a child, and she often played with her sister.

Teacher Liu reached out and took it from He Sihai's hand.

Twist the clockwork a few times, and then put it on my table, making a rattling sound, and the frog jumped forward happily.

Even Tao Zi, who was playing with the treasured sword, was attracted and squatted curiously in front of Mr. Liu's booth.

As for the Xiaogui in the red vest, he naturally looked excited.

"Da da da, da da da"

"Father, the little frog can still run." Taozi said excitedly.

Taozi's voice interrupted Teacher Liu's thoughts.

So she raised her head and asked He Sihai: "How much is it, I want it."

"50" He Sihai said.

Teacher Liu was taken aback when he heard the words, it's so expensive, and didn't you say that the purchase price was given to her?

But she didn't ask much, and was about to pay, He Sihai seemed to think of something, and asked Taozi, "Do you like it?"

Tao Zi nodded.

"Then I won't sell it." He Sihai immediately raised his head and said to Teacher Liu.

Teacher Liu was not angry when he heard the words. He glanced at Taozi and suddenly laughed.

Then he said to He Sihai, "I didn't expect you to be a good person."

He Sihai was stunned when he heard this.

Are you complimenting me?Are you still scolding me?

Since when am I not a good person?

Chapter 29 Business is booming

"Look at this character, the handwriting is smooth and smooth, the strokes are slender and sharp, but without losing strength. In China, it is Mr. Yang who can write so well in the thin gold style."

He Sihai was holding a painting and talking boastfully to a bald middle-aged man.

"What, you don't know who Elder Yang is?"

He Sihai looked surprised, as if he didn't know Mr. Yang, how dare you call yourself a cultural person?

"No, I..." The bald man naturally refused to admit that he had little knowledge.

"Teacher Yang is a director of the Daxia Calligraphy Association, a famous calligrapher, and has a lot of honors, so I won't go into details one by one. The key point is that Mr. Yang is 92 years old this year."

"I'm so old, no wonder the handwriting is so good." The bald man looked at the handwriting in front of him, the more he felt that the handwriting was better.

"Of course, but being old is not just a matter of writing well." He Sihai said mysteriously.

"Any more questions?" The middle-aged man asked curiously.

"Of course it is valuable. Calligraphy is something that has been practiced. The older you are, the deeper your skill is, and the better your handwriting will be.

In addition, you didn't listen to me, is Mr. Yang already 92 years old?How long do you think he can live if he is so old and not in good health?Calligraphy is also an art. Have you never heard of it? Are dead artists the best artists?Works are only valuable because they are dead. "

……

He Sihai went from calligraphy to art, from art to investment, from investment to collection...

The balding middle-aged man was blown a little dizzy.

"How much is your writing?"

"I see that you are also an honest person, and you also really like it. I will not quote you a false price. I collected it for 1000 yuan and sold it to you for [-] yuan. You see, it is not easy for me to have a child. Just treat it as Let me earn my hard-earned money."

"Little brother, what you said is wrong. Who doesn't work hard these days, and you say that you earn me 200 yuan for a trip, which is a bit unreasonable." The bald middle-aged man immediately complained.

"Yeah, it's not easy for anyone in this society. Otherwise, I'll sell you for 100 yuan and [-] yuan."

He Sihai kept in mind Liu Xiaojuan's teaching. When selling things, if you can prevent customers from shouting prices, try not to let customers shout prices, because customers have no bottom line.

But obviously, a thousand and one bald middle-aged men still couldn't accept it.

After some bargaining, the eight hundred was finally bought by a bald middle-aged man.

He Sihai acted as if he had lost millions, and his heart ached.

And the middle-aged bald man walked away with a smile on his face as if he had picked up millions.

Then He Sihai took out a cursive script from the back pocket and spread it on the booth.

Mr. Liu, who has been paying attention to He Sihai the whole time, has this expression now.

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Watching him sell things is even more exciting than watching dramas.

"Your character is really the character of Teacher Yang, the director of the Calligraphy Association. Why haven't I heard of this person?" Teacher Liu asked curiously.

"I've never heard of it either." He Sihai said without looking back.

……

"Then aren't you lying?" Teacher Liu said.

"I'm not happy with what you said. What is cheating? What did I cheat? Didn't you see that the signature on the calligraphy and painting is Yang? The handwriting is so good, isn't it too much to call Teacher Yang?" He Sihai said angrily. .

"But I'm not a director of the Calligraphy Association."

"Really? I'm a street vendor, how do I know so much?" He Sihai said confidently.

……

Teacher Liu has a new understanding of He Sihai. How can there be such a person in this world?

"Ms. Liu, how much do you sell this giraffe?"

He Sihai pointed to a giraffe with a wool hook on the booth and asked.

"45"

"I think it's worth ten yuan at most, aren't you a liar?"

"How did I lie? I did it all by hand, and it took me several hours just for this one." Teacher Liu said immediately.

In fact, the prices of the things on Mr. Liu's booth are really cheap.

Like this giraffe, even if it is sold online for [-], someone will definitely buy it.

Moreover, He Sihai observed Teacher Liu's clothes, he didn't look like someone short of money, and he was also a teacher with a good career. She came out to set up a stall, maybe it was just out of interest.

But what should be fought still has to be fought.

"Yeah, you know the hard work, so I don't work hard? In order to sell a calligraphy and painting, I chatted with him for almost 10 minutes. Is there no fee for the hard work?"

"Then your time is really valuable." Teacher Liu rolled his eyes.

There are not many people visiting He Sihai's booth, but the turnover rate is high.

Because these old things attract people with memories and feelings.

And this kind of people are slightly older, which also means that they have small assets.

Coupled with He Sihai's eloquence, many orders were sold overnight.