Rebirth 79, starting from making my ex-wife regret

Chapter 80 Business Opportunities Brought by Small Traders

"Wow!!!"

When he arrived at Ditan Park at noon, Lu Sirui was completely stunned.

The old man selling sweet potatoes was right, the liveliness here is almost as lively as a temple fair.

There weren't many vendors setting up stalls to sell things.

There are only seven or eight places in total.

There were too many passers-by to count.

There are not only adults, but also many children.

"Mom, I wish I were a candied haws."

"Just take a look at it. Where can I find the spare money to buy this for you?"

"No, I just want to eat candied haws."

"Hold it back, don't force me to beat someone up here."

In front of the stall selling candied haws, a group of children were drooling.

A half-grown child wearing a little red cotton-padded jacket and black cotton-padded shoes was rolling back and forth on the ground.

The mother didn't hesitate and just picked up the child and left.

Don’t forget to give two ear notes before leaving.

In addition to candied haws, there are also people selling clay figurines, rabbit figurines, and various small household items.

"Sugar man! Brother Fang, sugar man!!!"

Lu Sirui pulled Fang Lin and rushed into a group of children.

The person buying things was still an old man.

The old man sat on a small stool, in front of him was a square iron plate made of bricks.

There was a small coal stove burning next to it, with a small pot on top.

I saw the old man handing a blown sugar figure to the little girl opposite.

"Hey, is the sugar man a painting?"

Lu Sirui looked at Fang Lin in confusion.

In her hometown, sugar people are returned with syrup.

It’s the first time I’ve seen a blown-up sugar figure.

"The craftsmen here in Yanjing can both blow and paint sugar figures."

Fang Lin said with a smile.

"Girl, drawing sugar figures is not a big deal, blowing them up is the real skill."

Feeling that business was coming, the old man took the initiative to introduce the differences between blowing sugar figures and painting sugar figures.

As the name suggests, sugar figure drawing involves using a spoon to scoop syrup from a small pot and drawing flowers, birds, fish, insects, or other things according to the buyer's wishes.

Different sizes have different prices.

For a craftsman like him, it's all child's play.

"I'm going to blow it."

Lu Sirui was stunned when he heard this and subconsciously wanted to take out money.

"Let me do it."

Fang Lin stopped Lu Sirui and asked, "What style do you like?"

Lu Sirui tilted his head and thought for a moment, then blurted out, "Next year is the Year of the Monkey, I want Sun Wukong."

"one cent."

The old man lowered his head and began to prepare.

Fang Lin took out a dime and handed it to the old man.

Lu Sirui stared at the old man's hand without blinking, waiting to see how he would blow Sun Wukong out with his mouth.

The old man bent down and picked up another copper pot from the ground, and placed it on the stove to heat it slightly for a minute.

"Uncle, please be careful!"

Lu Sirui saw the old man put some powdery substance into his hand, and then put the syrup in his hand.

He kneaded the syrup with his hands at a rapid speed.

Followed by.

Lu Sirui saw that the syrup in the old man's hand was gradually kneaded into the outline of Sun Wukong.

As everyone was stunned, the old man inserted a reed into the syrup.

He puffed up his cheeks and blew hard at the other end of the reed.

Before Lu Sirui could understand what was going on, the syrup had already started to boil.

Not long after.

A vivid Monkey King appeared in Lu Sirui's hand.

"Brother Fang, your craftsmen in Yanjing are really amazing."

Lu Sirui couldn't let go of the sugar man in his hand.

The little face is rosy and full of sweet smiles.

Today was so interesting.

Not only did I eat delicious roasted sweet potatoes, but I also learned that sugar figures can not only be painted, but also blown.

It was getting dark, but Lu Sirui still didn't want to eat the candy man in his hand.

It's not because it's dirty.

This was the first gift Fang Lin gave himself after they confirmed their relationship.

We had a mutton hotpot in the evening.

Fang Lin rode his bike to take Lu Sirui back to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs compound.

Send Lu Sirui away reluctantly.

Fang Lin thought about it and rode towards the Xie family.

Xie Yunwei's home is about four kilometers away from the agricultural airport. Like most ordinary people in Yanjing, the Xie family lives in a bungalow.

When I pushed the door open, all kinds of sounds came to me.

Beating children, scolding husband, cooking, and cutting vegetables.

A series of sounds interweave together to form a life atmosphere called fireworks.

"Master, why are you here?"

Xie Yunwei, who was lying on the bed reading a comic book, heard someone knocking on the door and looked up at the window.

Seeing Fang Lin coming, Xie Yunwei dropped the book in his hand and rushed over to open the door.

Fang Lin glanced into the inner room, where the lights were off.

"Is the old man asleep?"

"No, I went to the entrance of the alley to play chess. Master, please take a seat."

Xie Yunwei invited Fang Lin to sit on a chair and searched through boxes and cabinets for tea.

"Don't bother me. I came here to discuss something with your grandfather. Please go and invite the old man back."

Fang Lin waved his hand.

"Master, if you have anything to say, just tell me. My grandfather plays chess all the time, day and night."

"Do you understand about antiques?"

Fang Lin urged, "Hurry up and go. If your grandfather is raining, don't rush me. I'll sit here and wait."

"Okay, I'll go take a look."

After saying that, Xie Yunwei turned and left.

"Master Fang, you are here."

After a while, Uncle Xie hurried back into the house.

Ask Fang Lin if the things he picked are to his liking.

Fang Lin said politely, "Who wouldn't like something you picked out yourself? To be honest, Lu Sirui's mother couldn't put it down when she saw it."

"That's good, that's good."

Sitting on the bed opposite Fang Lin, Uncle Xie said, "Master Fang, I heard from Yun Wei that you wanted to talk to me about antiques. Are you planning to buy some more?"

"I was walking around the street today and heard some things. I think you can go back to your old job."

Once you say this.

Uncle Xie's expression changed.

He glanced out the window and told Xie Yunwei to guard outside.

After closing the door, Uncle Xie whispered, "Don't talk nonsense about this. Has the higher-ups issued a document agreeing that people like us can make a living by our cooking skills?"

Fang Lin pondered for a moment and told Uncle Xie everything he had seen today.

Small vendors appeared without formal permission from the relevant departments.

But turning a blind eye is enough to show that the wind direction is changing rapidly.

Coming through time and space doesn't mean Fang Lin can remember everything clearly.

All I know is that in a few years, individuals will be able to do business legally.

Liulichang will soon become prosperous.

Fang Lin couldn't remember the exact year or what happened in between.

but.

A little bit of fighting shouldn't be a problem.

Uncle Xie hesitated and said, "If that's the case, a small fight won't be a big deal."

"I'll do it while I watch. But doing business requires capital. I...ah."

All the wealth that Uncle Xie had accumulated was used to help Xie Yunwei with his connections.