"I'm collecting junk!"
"I have junk for sale!"
Under the scorching afternoon sun, the streets were deserted.
Under the shade of a big tree at the intersection, a lady stood in front of the tricycle, tidying up the junk beside her while shouting with all her might.
"Do you accept this?"
Immediately after, a child wearing a primary school uniform came to the front of the tricycle with a school bag. After looking around, he carefully took out a bronze door handle from his school bag and raised it in front of the big sister.
"Copper?"
"Ask him." The lady took the door handle and examined it briefly. She skillfully judged the material of the door handle, then handed it back and pointed at the man sleeping soundly with a straw hat on the other tricycle.
The man had a straw hat on his face and was dressed in ragged clothes. He was taking a nap on the wooden board of the tricycle under the shade of the big tree.
The child took a glance and quickly walked over.
"Do you accept this?" The child lifted the doorknob again and inadvertently raised his voice as he asked.
"This…"
Realizing that the man in front of him might be sleeping soundly, the child was about to raise his voice and repeat himself again when he saw that the man did not take off his straw hat to size him up. Instead, he reached out a hand and grabbed the door handle after feeling around in the air.
"Where did you get it?" A magnetic voice sounded, causing the child to subconsciously tense up.
"I... I picked it up." The image of him removing the doorknob of his house appeared in the child's mind subconsciously, but he still puffed out his chest and made up an excuse.
"12 cents."
Then, the man grabbed the door handle and reached into his waist pouch. He took out three paper money and handed it to the child.
"Thank you!" The child happily took the money. Thinking that he could buy ice cream, he turned around and strode away.
"Brat!"
Before the child could take two steps, the man's voice sounded again.
He turned around and saw that the man in ragged clothes had already taken off his straw hat and was sitting on the wooden board, looking at him.
His skin was fair, his facial features were well-defined, and there was a hint of a roguish smile at the corner of his mouth. Even this inexperienced child was aware of the concept of " handsome."
"Remember, I need to use you when talking to elders who are older than you!”
"If I use you, I'll be scolding people!" The man reminded him with a smile. As he spoke, he raised his chin, as if asking him if he remembered.
The child frowned and nodded. Then, he strode toward the Ministores that sold popsicles.
"Sigh, these children have completely forgotten the rules of the old capital.”The raggedy lady smiled helplessly.
The man jumped off the tricycle and put his hands on his waist as he watched the child leave. He smiled bitterly.
"I've only been in this world for two years, and I've already memorized all these rules. This kid has already grown up, can't he still remember the rules?”The man muttered in his heart.
The man's name was Han Chunming. Two years ago, he had an unfortunate accident and transmigrated.
This world was his favorite TV series, the world under Zhengyang Gate!
Two years ago, when he first came to this world, he had just resumed the college entrance examination. However, because his family was not well-off, he chose to work in a factory and did not take the college entrance examination. His childhood sweetheart Su Meng and childhood friend Cheng Jianjun both took the college entrance examination and got into university.
Not long ago, he was fired from the factory because he had taken the blame for stealing bread from Tao Zi and Cai Xiaoli. In addition, he had read some books and had the guidance of an expert, so he simply started a business of collecting junk. He earned more than in the factory, but he was more comfortable than in the factory.
He also believed that in the future, the antiques buried among the people would definitely show up in front of everyone with a new identity!
Whether it was for the interests of merchants or national sentiments, he always remembered the words of his master, the Nine Gates Admiral.
"The good items left behind by the ancestor must not be allowed to leave the country!”
"If you go out, you won't be able to come back!"
After standing up and briefly waking up, Han Chunming was about to help his sister pack up the junk when an old man suddenly ran over in a hurry.
"Chunming, someone called Tao Zi is looking for you. He said he doesn't want to live anymore!”
"Human lives are at stake. Quickly go and take a look!”
Instinctively, Han Chunming ran toward the old man's shop.
At this moment, the phone on the table in the shop was wailing.
"Spring…Chunming! Cai Xiaoli rejected me again…I'm done!"
"I don't... You don't want to live anymore!"
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