The old farmer whispered quickly: "Twenty meters ahead, there is gray trousers and a black cotton-padded jacket, carrying a bag on his back and holding a bamboo basket in both hands."

A customer who was eating at a breakfast stall glanced at the left side while eating, quickly determined the target, drank the tofu puffs in one gulp, and said to a friend next to him with a smile: "This

Please do me this time." After saying that, he stood up directly and walked along the stone street. Then he wiped his mouth vigorously with his left hand without using a handkerchief or anything like that.

After this action, some pedestrians on the street or some traders in the morning market began to slowly move forward along the road.

The man who hadn't finished his breakfast smiled, took out his money, took a picture of Table Mountain, and said, "This tofu puff is pretty good, no need to look for it."

"Hey! Thank you, boss. Please go slowly." The boss replied with a smile and began to clean up the dishes and chopsticks left by the other two.

The customer did not walk along the street, but crossed an alley on the opposite side and went to a grocery store with a public phone. He picked up the phone and dialed a number. After about a few seconds, the other party picked up the phone.

Said: "We have a visitor!"

Qian Jinxun's voice also came out, saying: "Look for an opportunity to administer the medicine."

The man said: "It has already begun."

Qian Jinxun said: "Okay, let me know the result."

The man said: "Understood." Then he hung up the phone, walked forward quickly, then walked to the left through a small alley, and came to Shitou Street again. After a while, he found a coordinate, which was

The old farmer had already put down his pick and lifted up the tarpaulins on the two burdens.

The man walked over and said, "Hey, that's good stuff. Give me a bag." As he said that, he handed over the money he had prepared. The old farmer handed the other person a small bag of flour with his left hand and collected the money.

, said: "It's absolutely freshly ground and delicious."

The man nodded, then looked in the direction where the old farmer was looking after collecting the money, and saw the backpacker standing in front of a pancake stall, waiting for the other party to bake pancakes. And to the left of the boy

There was a guy wearing a cloth-brimmed hat about five or six meters behind him, looking in his direction.

So the two parties immediately looked at each other, and he nodded slightly towards the other party. Both parties began to pretend to buy something and wandered around the area.

The pancake maker is an experienced businessman, and his hands and feet are very nimble. In addition, he opens the stall very early, and has baked a dozen or so pancakes in advance. Anyone who comes to buy them can take them away directly.

But today he met a big business, and the other party ordered sixty pancakes at once, which made him smile happily. After agreeing, he immediately started to put them on the hot pan.

Seeing this, the backpacker looked around and found a porridge shop on the left, so he said: "You bake it for me first, and I'll buy something else."

"Hey, okay, you are busy." As he spoke, he continued to work.

The backpacker walked up to the porridge shop with a basket and said, "How do you sell these pickles?"

There is a young boy here who saw a customer and immediately said: "Oh, boss, we have porridge and can eat pickles for free. We also sell steamed noodles and steamed buns here. These are good products that are rare to see on the market. And

Very cheap.”

The backpacker shook his head after hearing this and said, "I don't want anything else. I just want to buy some pickles, and I want a lot of them. Can you give me a price?"

The clerk was startled when he heard this and said: "Then...how much do you want? I'll ask our boss for you."

The backpacker pointed to the small basin on the table. This basin was full of cabbage, radish skins and other cheap pickles, and there was enough salt. If anyone comes over to eat, you can put a small plate in it.

Eat for free. The backpacker said: "Just this small basin, give me two basins."

"Oh, wait a minute, I'll ask you something." The waiter turned around and entered the porridge shop at the back.

At this moment, the backpacker heard a shout from behind him, saying: "Hey, thief! Catch the thief!" He immediately became vigilant, because after all, this is a Kuomintang-controlled area, and as long as he is exposed, the Chinese agents will not do anything.

Eat your own good fruits.

But the backpacker kept his expression. Like most people, he looked over with more curiosity than surprise. He saw not far away, only fifteen or six meters away, probably next to the place where he bought pancakes just now.

There is already a small cloud of white mist. In the white mist there are still

There were two figures fighting. A boy wearing a hat waved his hand vigorously and pushed the other figure hard. The figure opposite said "Ouch" and immediately fell to the ground and shouted: "

Catch...catch the thief. He stole my money...!"

He fell down and hit a bag on the ground. With a "pounce", another burst of white mist splashed out from the bag, but it was a bag of relatively high-grade white noodles. Fortunately, this person fell on it

On the pocket, but not injured, pounce

After a moment of wandering, he got up and was about to chase after him. However, after taking two steps, he turned back, picked up the torn flour bag, and shouted again: "Is there a patrol? Catch the thief... Catch...

"While shouting, he chased forward.

The backpacker did not move rashly and observed his surroundings, but found nothing wrong. The pedestrians on the road dispersed when they saw the excitement and started going about their business again.

At this moment, someone spoke behind him and said, "This guest wants to buy our pickles."

The backpacker looked back and saw that in addition to the guy who had just spoken, there was also a man wearing a semi-old cotton-padded robe. He was wearing an old melon cap and was smiling at him. When he looked over, the other person

Said: "This gentleman wants to buy our pickles?"

The backpacker said: "Yes, how to sell it? I want two pots." He pointed to the small pot again.

The shop owner said: "Oh, it really has never been sold like this. How about you give me one dollar?"

It is said that today's legal currency is becoming less and less valuable. It used to cost 35 cents to take a rickshaw from one end of the city to the other. Now it takes several yuan, and it takes more than ten turns and turns. So it's two pots.

For the price of pickles, the boss didn't ask for much.

The backpacker nodded, took out a dollar from his pocket and handed it to him, saying, "Can you find something to pack it for me? It's easy for me to carry."

"Yes." The boss turned to the waiter and said, "Go and take out the oil paper and wrap it up for this gentleman." The waiter agreed and started to work.
Chapter completed!