The young man endured the pain in his groin and looked at Fan Wei with some fear. He hurriedly fled with his two subordinates who struggled to stand up from the ground. Fan Wei shook his head and said helplessly," The world is getting worse by the day. Even I was beaten up by a small shrimp these days. How f * cked up."”
"Fan Wei…you, are you alright?”Fang Jiayi, who was standing at the side, walked over in surprise and joy. However, when she saw the rapidly swelling purple blood clot on Fan Wei's right arm, she exclaimed," Your hand…"
"It's nothing. It's just a normal meal." Fan Wei endured the pain and gritted his teeth as he helped the bicycle up with his hand. He smiled and said," It's nothing. Just go back and apply some ointment. I'm a cockroach and have nine lives."”
Looking at Fan Wei's indifferent smile, Fang Jiayi was deeply moved by Fan Wei. It was because of her that Fan Wei fought with these hooligans. It was also because of her that Fan Wei was hit by the iron rod. It was also because of her that Fan Wei's swollen purple-red arm was so dazzling. A bad student who was once ignorant and incompetent in her eyes turned out to be not only humorous, but also brave and fearless in the face of danger. This almost completely overturned her understanding of bad students. In her eyes, Fan Wei had almost become a modern version of a little hero that people admired.
However, other than his terrible results…
Without the harassment of the hooligans, they finally reached the end of the street, which was originally very short from the school to the bus station. After watching Fang Jiayi get on the bus, Fan Wei whistled as he rode his bike in the direction of his home.
The secondary school affiliated to No. 2 Middle School was located in the Laocheng District of Pingan County. Compared to the rapidly developing New town area, it was incomparable in terms of public facilities and the old and new level of housing. However, this affiliated junior high school was an affiliated school of the provincial key high school, Anning County No. 2 Middle School, so it was very popular with some rich parents.
Fang Jiayi was admitted to this junior high school because of this, but Fan Wei was not. He was only assigned to this place because his shabby house was too close to the school.
The neighborhood where Fan Wei's family lived was a product of the 1960s and 1970s. It used to be prosperous for a while, but unfortunately, with the construction of the New town area city, the residents had long moved away, leaving only some poor workers here. As the number of people gradually decreased, the neighborhood gradually became desolate.
However, something strange happened today. When Fan Wei rode his rattling bicycle across the path and was about to enter the community, he found a hawker wearing a straw hat setting up a stall by the side of the road.
If it was a few years ago, setting up a stall here was indeed nothing new. However, ever since the county government moved to the New town area in the second year of Fan Wei's junior high school, there were very few people in this district, let alone people setting up stalls. Therefore, Fan Wei dared to conclude that this guy was either a foreigner or a stupid bird.
Fan Wei braked his bicycle and stopped steadily in front of the vendor's stall. He asked curiously," Uncle, why are you here setting up a stall?”
The peddler raised his head and thought that it was a customer. He couldn't help but say excitedly," Aiya, young man, what do you want to buy?”
"I'm not buying anything. I just want to tell you that there's no one in this area.”Fan Wei found it funny." If you want to earn money, I suggest you go to the market stall on another street.”
Hearing Fan Wei's words, the peddler shook his head and said," That land is too expensive. The things I bought are cheap, so I can't afford to rent a place."”
"Too expensive?" Fan Wei was a little dumbfounded. He had worked at the stall market during the summer vacation, so he naturally knew that the stall fees there were very cheap. Why couldn't this guy even afford to set up that place? However, when he subconsciously looked at the things he was selling, he immediately understood.
"Nine Yin Scripture? Sword duel on Mount Hua? F * ck, you even have a Six Pulses Divine Sword?" Fan Wei didn't know whether to laugh or cry as he looked at more than half of the books on the stall. Almost all of them were pirated martial arts manuals. Not only were the manuals crude, but there were also typos on them…He was almost speechless. He couldn't help but hold back his laughter and say," Uncle, who reads these lousy books? Where was the Buddha's Palm? Do you have the Tathagata Divine Palm?" He suddenly thought of the ultimate technique of a funny movie he had seen before. It seemed to be a street stall product, and he could not help but laugh out loud.
"Hehe, young man, don't underestimate these books. Although they're trash, at least they can make people fantasize about becoming martial arts experts.”The peddler took off his straw hat, revealing his yellowish-black face." Besides, I don't mainly sell these things. I'm in the antique business."”
"Antiques?" Fan Wei really admired this guy's ability to comfort himself. Just looking at the few broken things on the stall, he called them antiques? He scanned the entire stall. Other than a few broken books, there were three strange things that he couldn't understand. Oh, there was one that he understood. It seemed to be a hairpin that a woman inserted into her hair.
"That's right, young man. Are you interested in buying one for home? The price was cheap and fair. These treasures of mine were obtained from an ancient tomb.”The peddler laughed happily. His eyes were obviously shining. He wanted to seize the opportunity to sell.
"Not interested." Fan Wei rolled his eyes. He was still interested in high-tech gadgets like game consoles. Why would he buy these things that had been used by dead people? Besides, other than the 20 yuan allowance that his mother gave him in the morning, he only had underwear left. Antiques? Could he afford it?
" Hey, hey, hey..." Seeing Fan Wei pulling the bicycle and wanting to leave, the peddler immediately grabbed his arm anxiously and said," Young man, you're my first customer today. You can't leave empty-handed, right?" Look, I don't know what the other two are either, but there's also a hairpin. You can buy it for your mother to wear. Look how beautiful it is.”
"Beautiful? Uncle, don't fool me. That hairpin with silver needles under the wooden flower is also called an antique? I can buy as much as I want in the two-yuan supermarket. I only have 20 yuan on me. How can I dare to buy this thing with the name of antique?”When Fan Wei heard the peddler's words, he was a little tempted. He rarely bought things for his mother. Seeing that she had to work so hard every day, should he buy something to show his respect?
Although this money was originally given by his mother and the wool was still on the sheep, it was still an expression of filial piety, right?
"20 yuan it is. You are a good guy, so it's a loss. If I can gather some money, I can also find a better stall to set up.”The peddler nodded reluctantly.
"Come on, you call it an antique? Who knows where you got this cheap stuff from? Twenty yuan? I might as well go to the two-yuan supermarket to buy it for my mother.”Fan Wei was not good at studying, but his fighting and bargaining skills were first-class. It couldn't be helped. The children of poor families had to take care of their families early. He took a closer look at the hairpin. Although the workmanship was very simple, it was still somewhat beautiful.
"Then how much do you want?" The peddler had already sensed Fan Wei's profound bargaining skills.
"Two pieces."
"What…are you robbing me? No, no matter what, he had to give her 15 yuan.”
"Nine dollars. If you're not selling, I'm leaving."
"Cheng Cheng, sell, sell." As the peddler said this, his stomach rumbled. It seemed that this guy didn't even have money to eat.
Fan Wei took out his only two ten-yuan bills and handed one over." Forget it, I'll give you ten yuan to buy dinner. Don't starve yourself."”
"Alright, thank you very much." The peddler nodded happily and accepted the money.
Fan Wei took the silver hairpin and stuffed it into his pocket before entering the neighborhood without looking back.
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