Jiangcheng has always been an important town in the country. It has a profound history and culture. Collections of cultural relics from past dynasties can be found here. Treasure hunters and collectors come here in an endless stream, so it has also formed a unique culture of antique collection.

Antique Street has the most comprehensive collections in Jiangcheng, and is where collectors of all kinds gather and hunt for treasures. Of course, it can also attract tourists who come to Jiangcheng. In addition to the numerous antique shops on both sides of the street, a unique street stall culture has also been formed on the periphery.Just spread a few newspapers, a piece of old cloth on the ground, and put some old items on it and you can start a business.

Although the market management fee is also paid, there are also differences in the location of the street stalls. Those who get up early and occupy a good position will always have several businesses coming to the door during the day. Therefore, before dawn, the stall owners who occupy the position will set out their belongings.

For Xu Qing, he was just passing by and had no interest in the old objects on display, not to mention he only had ten dollars in his pocket.

"Brother, help me buy a book for this old lady!" A mother-in-law with gray hair on her temples started selling old books on the stall in a low voice. Unexpectedly, the words just came out of her mouth, which caused a burst of laughter from the stall owners nearby.

"Mrs. Hua, didn't you see the dewy look on this guy's face? He might have run out because of a disagreement with his family, and he's still reading a book..." said a stall owner who was wearing a copper coin suit and a melon skin hat, dressed like a rich landlord.

"Look at his outfit, I'm afraid he can't even take out a red card."

Xu Qing was walking in a hurry, wearing a tank top and shorts. He had fallen down in the park just now and had a lot of grass clippings and dirt on his body. He really didn't look like a rich man.

The old woman smiled nonchalantly and said, "The cheapest book is only five yuan a copy. It's not expensive. It's a good sign that it's open early in the morning."

"I think Hua Pozi is going crazy trying to open a business. Are your quotations and books on the Republic of China worth five yuan each?" Someone else ridiculed.

Mrs. Hua comes to take a seat early every morning, but the business is very light, and it has not been open for the past two days, so she takes the initiative to shout, hoping to open and make a good omen.

Xu Qing unexpectedly stopped and squatted beside Hua Pozi's stall, casually browsing through the old books. When he picked up a broken atlas with the cover off, his right eyelid suddenly jumped, and a thin square piece of paper appeared in his pupil. An elephant was printed on it, and the words Qing Dynasty, Post Office, and Five Cents of Silver were written on it.

"Stamps?" Xu Qing's heart skipped a beat, and he flipped through several pages, only to find that the stamp with the elephant on it was flipping with the page, as if it was stuck to the page.

He tried to pick at the page with his fingers, but the stamp did not move. There were gaps in the page. An idea flashed across his mind. Xu Qing was startled and quickly closed his eyes. When he opened his eyes again, the page returned to its original state, as if it was an illusion in an instant.

"Brother, this book is quite old. If you like it and get it for ten yuan, it will be considered as a book for the old lady..." Seeing Xu Qing's lack of interest, Mrs. Hua couldn't help but start mumbling in a low voice again.

"Is eight yuan enough? I still have two yuan left to take the bus." Xu Qing put down the atlas, patted the grass clippings on his pants and stood up.

Mrs. Hua pondered for a moment, then picked up the atlas and stuffed it into Xu Qing's hand and said, "Okay, take the eight yuan..."

A deal can be made early in the morning. This is a sign that even if Xu Qing presses a few more yuan, the old woman will accept it. She has already had this atlas appraised. It is not an isolated ancient book. It is a very ordinary early printing and is not worth a few yuan.

Xu Qing was happy. He took out the crumpled banknote from his pocket and handed it over. He rolled up the atlas and put it in his pocket, took the change and turned around to leave.

After wandering out all night, Xu Qing has made a decision to go home. No matter how much his sister-in-law complains, he will insist on doing the work introduced by Sister Zhu. No matter how hard and tired he is, he must support himself.

Xu Qing chose to walk instead of taking the bus. The two yuan he saved was just enough for breakfast at the snack stall downstairs.

When I walked to the breakfast stall, I ran into an acquaintance again, the beautiful landlady Zhu Xiaoling. At this time, she was lowering her head to sip the soup noodles. Her back was turned to Xu Qing, but she could be recognized at a glance from her back.

"Boss, a bowl of noodle soup costs two yuan..." Xu Qing called in a low voice. Noodle soup that costs two yuan is very rare in Jiangcheng. It can only be found in such remote snack stalls. It can be considered a small profit but quick turnover.

This is a father-son stall, with the father in charge of cooking and the son in his early twenties acting as the waiter. This shout was even more original and attracted the two young people who followed him to join in the fun.

"Boss, give me a bowl of thinly sliced pork noodles..."

"Hmm! I want it to be more precise and add more Wutenglan...wrong, it's beef brisket..."

One stone stirred up a thousand waves, and an uncoded man actually brought out Wu Tenglan, which caused a burst of laughter from the diners.Zhu Xiaoling also turned around in surprise. When she saw Xu Qing sitting behind her, she frowned slightly, walked over with a noodle bowl and sat opposite him.

It happened that the boss's son brought the noodles over. Hearing the conversation between the two, he smiled slightly and said: "You should use fresh noodles to eat noodles!" After saying this, he pointed to the old soy sauce on the corner of the table.

Zhu Xiaoling remembered an advertisement slogan, and the corners of her tight mouth suddenly raised an arc. She glanced at the uncensored noodles in the bowl and said with a smile: "Add some ribs for him."

"Okay!" The boy responded and walked back with the noodle bowl.

"No need..." Xu Qing squeezed the two dollars in his pocket, feeling a little uneasy.

"No need, sister, please." Zhu Xiaoling seemed to see Xu Qing's difficulty and smiled: "Where did you go last night? Your sister-in-law didn't sleep all night. If you are in trouble, I didn't say what happened yesterday..."

"No, I have to do this job, but I have to trouble you with something." Xu Qing bit her lip and said, "I will definitely do the job well, just don't tell my sister-in-law."

"Well! Go back and have a good rest. I'll call you when I'm alive." Zhu Xiaoling nodded in agreement, got up, paid the bill and left.Xu Qing looked at her graceful back, and felt a warm feeling of care in his heart.Sister Zhu is still a nice person, but she looks a bit tough when she loses her temper.