Signing in the Republic of China: starting from a foot patrol

Chapter 21

On the way back to the city, Lin Hongfei remembered that he still had a cricket with "blood teeth green" and a valuable cricket pot. If these two things were sold, they could be exchanged for five hundred oceans at least.

It can be said that Lin Hongfei hated cricket fighting. After all, the decline of the Lin family had a lot to do with his father's obsession with playing with insects and walking birds.

Now that Lin Hongfei didn't have much cash on hand, he just took advantage of the fact that he didn't have much to do today, so he simply exchanged these two things for money.

Thanks to his father, Lin Hongfei knew that the group of people who had money and liked to play with bugs usually gathered at Guangsheng Tea House.

A group of people drank tea, ate snacks, and tasted each other's favorite crickets. When they became interested, they directly set up a scene to fight for a while.

Those who have good things even temporarily save a gamble, asking everyone to spend money to bet on whose cricket will win.

It is a perfect place to sell your own cricket pots and crickets!

There was still some distance to go to Guangsheng Tea House, and Lin Hongfei didn't want to walk more on a hot day.

Simply, Lin Hongfei walked to the rickshaw parked on the side of the road. Seeing that the driver was not there, he shouted, "Where is the rickshaw man?"

Upon hearing the greeting, I saw a black and thin driver standing up from a bean juice stall on the street:

"This, this, my lord, just wait a moment!"

The driver picked up the bowl and drank the remaining bean juice, wiped his mouth with his palm, ran over quickly, and said respectfully, "Master, do you want to take a car?"

At this time, Lin Hongfei recognized that the coachman was Wen San, and Wen San could see it clearly now, and his expression immediately showed a bit of fear and flattery:

"Yo, it's Master Lin!"

Lin Hongfei looked at Wen San a few times, smiled and said, "Wen San'er, aren't you offering a monthly contract for Shopkeeper Chen of Jubao Pavilion? Why are you still doing private work?"

"The shopkeeper Chen went back to the countryside to see his old lady. I don't need a car for a few days, so I'll come out to attract some customers and earn some money for drinks." Wen San said with a playful smile.

Lin Hongfei nodded, and understood in his heart. It seems that the boss's driver in the previous life took advantage of the boss's use of the car and secretly drove out to run an illegal car. It had already happened as early as the Republic of China.

"What's the matter, Master Lin, you want to hire a car, where are you going?" Wen San'er continued to ask.

"Guangsheng Tea House!"

Lin Hongfei got into the car directly.

"Come on, just give me 3 cents!"

Wen San'er rolled her eyes slyly, still smiling all over her face.

"I'll give you the money when I get to the place, and pull the cart quickly." After Lin Hongfei finished speaking, he ignored Wen San.

"Okay, you sit down!"

Wen San took two black, thin and dirty legs, and pulled the rickshaw straight to Guangsheng Tea House.

Not long after, they came to Guangsheng Tea House, Lin Hongfei stepped out of the rickshaw, Wen San on the side came up, nodded and bowed with a smile, and said, "Master Lin, we're here."

The meaning is also very clear, you should give the money.

Lin Hongfei took out a dime and threw it to Wen San, which made Wen San stunned, and said quickly: "Master Lin, the car fare is only [-] cents, why did you just give me [-] cents?"

Lin Hongfei glanced at Wen San, and the kid still put on a wronged look, as if he had suffered a lot.

He didn't get used to Wen San either, so he stretched out his hand and grabbed the back of Wen San's neck forcefully, cursing, "Wen San, do you think I'm just a newcomer to the city?"

"Thirty cents for the fare is enough for me to go to Haidian, and Guangsheng Tea House is a place like this."

"If you think it's too little, I won't give you even a dime!"

Lin Hongfei directly snatched the dime back, ignoring Wen San who kept begging and admitting his mistake, Lin Hongfei stepped into the teahouse, Wen San also wanted to follow in, but was stopped by the waiter in the teahouse, and could only watch helplessly. Follow Lin Hongfei upstairs.

"I'm the one who's been slaughtered. This fucking Wensan deserves less slaps." Lin Hongfei scolded.

In his previous life, Lin Hongfei, who had just entered university, was slaughtered by a taxi driver. For a fare of 20 yuan, the driver dared to ask for 80 yuan.

So after Lin Hongfei learned the truth, he hated this gang of unscrupulous drivers.

Lin Hongfei went up to the second floor of the teahouse. At this time, many tea drinkers gathered in twos and threes to drink tea and chat.

Originally, there were two tables by the window on the second floor, but Lin Hongfei sat straight at an empty table in the corner.

After ordering a pot of Biluochun and a plate of melon seeds, he took out the cricket jar and put it on the table.

The reason why Lin Hongfei chose this table was also very particular.

Playing with insects is also quite costly, and ordinary people simply cannot afford those expenses.

Therefore, once someone who plays with insects loses their home, they can only sell their own crickets, one is to make some money, and the other is to find a good home for their beloved insects.

But anyone who raises insects is basically born in a wealthy family and has a good face.

Let them take the initiative to speak up and sell their love bugs, they can't hold back that face.

Therefore, after coming and going, everyone agreed to set a table in the corner of the second floor of the teahouse as a "gifting insect table".

Whoever sits on this table and puts his cricket pot on the table, it means that this master is going to sell worms.

In this way, the insect sellers don't need to peddle and sell them, which saves a bit of face.

If you want to buy worms, you have to buy worms. You can also come to the teahouse to look for them, which saves you some trouble.

As for selling worms, why is it called 'Giving Insects Table'.

In fact, it is to save face, which means that I am not selling insects because of family difficulties, but I am giving my love insects to those who know the goods.

To put it bluntly, it's just that the donkey will not fall down, and he is deceiving himself and others.

As soon as Lin Hongfei sat there, he immediately attracted people's attention, and when he brought the cricket jar to the table, it aroused everyone's interest even more.

Customers with sharp eyes have already seen that the cricket pot is made extraordinary, and it looks like a famous artist!

If you can use this kind of cricket pot, the insects inside will naturally look extraordinary!

So, a tea guest at a nearby table got up and walked over, then smiled and said in a low voice: "My lord, please help me!"

Lin Hongfei nodded, opened the lid of the cricket pot, and said, "Please go ahead!"

Tea drinkers will not open the cricket pot by themselves, lest the insects jump out and run away when the lid is opened, so there is no way to distinguish responsibility.

Therefore, just like Wenwan and antiques, two buyers and sellers will never take over the antiques from each other.

Those who buy insects need to ask the insect sellers to open the lid of the cricket jar, and then they will look at the quality of the crickets.

Lin Hongfei naturally knew this rule, so he immediately opened the lid after the tea guest said sorry.

The tea guest took a look, gasped, and couldn't help exclaiming: "What a bug, what a bug!"

"I haven't seen such a good bug for many years!"

His yelling immediately attracted the attention of the tea drinkers around, so they came over one after another, wanting to see what kind of cricket it was that made the tea drinker lose his composure just now.

When everyone took a look, everyone was speechless:

"Blood teeth are green, what a rare bug!"

"More than ten years ago, when I was working in the Ministry of Internal Affairs, I was fortunate enough to see a [Blood Tooth Green] presented to the emperor. It was really the best." A [-]-year-old man with braids recalled the past.

"Master Beizi, how is the condition of this [Blood Tooth Green] today?"

"Even equal!" The old man known as Master Bei gave a very high evaluation.

"Everyone, haven't you noticed that this jar is unusual!"

At this time, someone noticed the cricket pot!

These words reminded that Mr. Pei just now. He took out reading glasses from his arms, carefully observed the cricket pot, and then said in surprise:

"Oh, this cricket pot is Zhao Ziyu's handwriting!"

"What, Zhao Ziyu's!"

"That's so rare!"

"Blood tooth green with Zhao Ziyu's can, this is Lu Bu riding a red rabbit horse!" Everyone exclaimed.