Yang Xiaole counted the money in his hand and found that he only had 43 yuan, 2 mao, and 1 fen, 7.

He wasn't too worried about the shortage.

He thought that after he wandered around for a while, he could sell some fish from his space tomorrow morning and then come back to buy more.

Looking at a passing bus on the roadside, he instinctively moved away.

It was a white bus with about twenty seats, and there was a dark blue gas bag tied to the top, which was almost the same size as the bus in length and width, and half the height of the bus.

Zhang Laohan had mentioned that this thing was powered by gas.

He was afraid that it would suddenly explode and kill him.

As the bus drove away, the imagined explosion did not happen.

Then he looked at the man repairing the car and his eyes wandered.

He cleared his throat and said, "Can you lower the price of this car? If it's cheaper, I'll buy it directly. I've brought the money."

The man glanced at him and said indifferently, "This car belongs to the government. The price is not up to me."

Then he ignored him and continued to lower his head to repair the car.

Yang Xiaole didn't care either. Instead, he babbled, "Oh, really? My brother bought a 28-dagang here last time. I'll go ask the sub-district office if this transaction is registered."

The man glanced at him and sneered.

He ignored him!

"Okay, I'll go find the director to report the situation."

This repair shop was under the jurisdiction of the sub-district office. They wouldn't come to check it every day. They usually went to the sub-district office to register once a month.

Today they received, tomorrow they sold. Who would know!

After saying that, he walked towards the front without looking back.

The man watched his actions, hesitated for a moment, and then shouted, "I have a notebook. Tell me the date and the type of car. I have a record."

Then he stood up and took out a notebook.

Yang Xiaole turned his head and glanced at it, ignoring him and continued on his way.

What's the point of saying?

Just nonsense!

As soon as he spoke, his true intentions were revealed, just like when you hesitate to buy clothes in a store, the boss knows what you want.

Could the price still be lowered?

Seeing Yang Xiaole leaving with a smile, the man hesitated for a moment and finally shouted, "Alright, come back. I'll sell it to you for 35."

"Hehe, Uncle, you said it yourself!"

Yang Xiaole chuckled at his words and walked back.

Everyone understood each other's intentions, no need to pretend anymore.

Seeing Yang Xiaole return with a smile, the man snorted, "Did Qian Yongqiang ask you to do this? I shouldn't have sold it to that stinky kid."

Yang Xiaole just smiled and didn't answer.

Seeing his expression, the man didn't say anything either and wrote a note.

"Where's the money? I sold the car for 35, here's 35 for you. Alright! I even threw in an inner tube, 2 yuan and 6 fen!"

Yang Xiaole chuckled and took out 35 yuan and handed it to him. He glanced at the air pump and asked about the price.

"2 yuan and 5 fen!"

He took out another 2 yuan and 5 fen and handed it to the man.

"Thanks, Uncle. Goodbye!"

Then he rode his bike towards the distance.

At this time, he still had 5 yuan, 7 mao, and 1 fen, which was enough for now without buying anything expensive.

Riding on the road, looking at the houses on the roadside, they were mostly old shops left over from before.

Occasionally, there were former royal mansions, officials' residences, newly built buildings, sub-district office factories, all intertwined, and he found it very interesting.

This was the former inner city area. During the Qing Dynasty, the Manchus and Han Chinese were divided. The people living here were mostly Manchus.

Officials were the same.

Han Chinese mainly lived in the outer city.

According to Zhang Laohan's gossip, there were also sayings about the people who lived in this Forty-Nine City back then.

The west was rich, the east was wealthy.

As for the north and south, it was easy to understand.

He wasn't very clear about the specifics, so he just listened to it as gossip.

"Sharpening scissors, sharpening kitchen knives~"

"Mending pots and pans~"

...

On the road, he occasionally encountered people carrying loads and shouting.

These were not private individuals, they had proper jobs and were members of the community service under the sub-district office.

They came over during lunchtime and would eat and sleep for two hours.

It was already past three in the afternoon.

Yang Xiaole looked around and wanted to play nearby, but it seemed that there wasn't enough time, so he didn't go in.

He strolled to the previous Xidan vegetable market and glanced at it without going in.

If he didn't need a ticket, he could buy it anytime. If he needed a ticket, he couldn't buy it now. He would come back when he had a ticket.

He rode his bike towards Tian'anmen Square to see what it looked like now.

"Yang Xiaole?"

After riding for dozens of meters, a surprised voice came from the roadside.

Yang Xiaole turned his head and saw Hua Yourong. It's such a small place!

And standing next to her was Hua Yourong's mother, who was carrying a basket in her hand, just coming out of the grocery store.

"Hua Yourong! Hello, Auntie!"

Yang Xiaole greeted Hua Yourong's mother.

Hua Yourong's mother was also happy to see him and looked grateful. "You haven't gone back yet? And you even got a bicycle."

"Oh, my uncle is in the city. This is his bike. He came here a few days ago to see a doctor and is staying at my uncle's house!"

Yang Xiaole blurted out without thinking!Luo Jinping's name could still be used for a while, after all, these people wouldn't gather together.

Hua's mother looked at him and smiled, "I haven't had the chance to thank you for last time! If it weren't for you, we might have lost our lives."

"Auntie, you don't have to be polite. Our teachers always teach us to do good deeds."

Yang Xiaole smiled honestly.

Hua's mother smiled and instructed Hua Yourong who was standing by, "Go buy an ice lolly, it's too hot, let him cool down."

"Okay!"

Hua Yourong happily ran back to the grocery store.

"No, you don't have to!"

Yang Xiaole politely declined. He could afford it, he just didn't think of buying it earlier.

"Don't be polite. Do you have anything to do now? Or are you going home?"

"No, I just came to stroll in the city because I've never been here before!"

Hearing his words, Hua's mother smiled, "Alright, come sit at my house first. Don't leave tonight, have dinner at my place. I went to the mall to inquire about you, I was planning to visit your house to thank you these days. I didn't expect to meet you today."

"Auntie, you don't have to be so polite. It's nothing. How's your health?"

Hua's mother sighed, "Ah, it's all old problems. It can't be cured in our country, we can only hope for treatment abroad."

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Hearing this, Yang Xiaole had a thought.

Abroad?

"Xiaole, here you go!"

While speaking, Hua Yourong came over with a smile and handed him an ice cream.

Yang Xiaole saw that she only bought one, even he felt a bit embarrassed, it was too cute.

Seeing this, Hua's mother smiled, "Eat it, we two can't eat it, let's go home."

After saying that, she took the lead and walked forward.

Hua Yourong blinked her big eyes and also waved at him, "Let's go, I'll give you something delicious at home."

Yang Xiaole was about to decline.

Hua's mother's voice came over, "Come on, it's just ahead in the lane, not far."

Hearing this, Yang Xiaole felt it was hard to refuse, so he took the ice cream and followed with his bike.

On the way, he ate the ice cream.

The commune also sold it, but they were all mung bean, red bean and the like, two fen per stick, not like the creamy one he had in his hand.

Because it was hard to sell in the countryside.

Eating ice cream in summer was indeed refreshing.

It was indeed not far.

After turning two lanes, they stopped at a crossroad.

"Alright, we're here. Let's go in."

Hua Yourong pointed to a small western-style building in front of her and said with a smile.

Yang Xiaole looked at it, it was a bit like the old western-style buildings in Shanghai Bund, two-story with a small courtyard.

This status, it's going to be suspended in the future!

Punishment!

Very severe punishment!

What puzzled him was why someone of this status would sneak to the flea market at night.