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Ding Wu ran away and used the excuse of going back to his hometown to visit his mother. When he heard that Wang Jingzhe proposed marriage might be Li Shimin's granddaughter, he felt that his legs were a little weak, and then he had no choice but to leave his friendship behind.

After Wang Jingzhe told Lin Xianyu, when did you get Ding Wu? I promised to keep your house for you. Then Wang Jingzhe also ran away. He was quite afraid that this girl would always follow him and never leave. After all, he was going to Longxi to propose marriage. What's wrong with Lin Xianyu following him?

He had to be anxious about the betrothal gift, and the time to propose marriage was imminent and could not be delayed.

Proposing a bride gift has always existed in the history of China for thousands of years. In ancient times, pigs, horses, cattle and sheep were given, and later, silk, satin, gold, silver and jade. Now it is either a house or a car. In short, you have to bring something when you propose a bride.

But by chance, Wang Jingzhe is the kind of person who is empty-handed and has nothing. Except for the kitchen knife and scissors behind him, it is not appropriate to use this thing as a betrothal gift, right?

"What should I do? I have to think of a way to get some betrothal gifts, otherwise it would be not good to go empty-handed..." Wang Jingzhe sighed melancholy.

On the southwest of Panjiayuan Bridge on the East Third Ring Road, Beijing, Wang Jingzhe was walking on the street. This is the most mixed place in the old capital. Especially in the second half of the night, it is commonly known as the Ghost Market, which specializes in selling old goods who don’t know whether it is real or not. If you have enough eyesight, you will find something here in one sentence, which is the most appropriate way to describe everything.

It was almost dusk. Wang Jingzhe walked back and forth on Panjiayuan Street for two rounds, then picked a remote corner and sat on the ground. He opened his bag and took out a piece of red cloth from it and spread it on the ground. He then placed a few kitchen knives and scissors, and wrote a line of words in front of the chalk tip he picked up.

"Only credit, not selling"

The handwriting is very good, the dragons and phoenixes dance sonorously and powerfully.

After a while, Wang Jingzhe might feel that this line of words might not attract much attention and could not express his meaning, so he added another sentence to the end.

"Only sell it with credit, or exchange goods for goods, come and know."

This is the standard way for orthodox knives to go to the folk. You can set up a few kitchen knives at any stall, and then you don’t shout and sell them. It’s not like a fortune teller. When you meet someone passing by, you come forward and grab them and tell them that you will have a bloody disaster recently. If you come over, I will tell you a fortune. I will have a way to solve it. I will not say that you will see your bones are very clear and you will soon develop. Come on, I will send you a message to wish you a prosperous journey.

People who sell knives with credit never sell them, they are only destined to be considered.

Moreover, this time when setting up a stall, Wang Jingzhe thought of using a kitchen knife to exchange for a betrothal gift that he could get.

After the stall was set up, no one came forward to ask for it for a long time. The main reason was that the kitchen knives and scissors on the ground looked so average. They were not on the same level as Wang Mazi and the kitchen knives produced by Zhang Xiaoquan. Those who want to buy a kitchen knives may not have the heart to ask.

Wang Jingzhe was not in a hurry, and he leaned against the wall and took a nap with his eyes closed. In the past, when people who bought a knife and bought a knife, they only took a business for ten days and half a month. After all, they were not really selling knife.

"What does it mean? I won't sell it if I buy a knife?" When Wang Jingzhe was about to fall asleep, he felt someone walking in front of him and squatting down.

He half opened his eyes and glanced and closed it. A middle-aged man in his forties was squatting across the stall. He was dressed quite well, but when he spoke, he squirted out a smell of alcohol. He seemed to drink a lot, and he obviously came here to make fun of him.

Seeing that Wang Jingzhe was silent, middle-aged man took out his wallet from his body and took out a hundred pieces and threw them on the ground: "I don't believe it anymore if I buy a kitchen knife. I've thrown all the money here. Can you really not sell the kitchen knife that costs a few dollars per?"

Wang Jingzhe didn't even raise his eyelids, and he continued to take a nap while holding his arms.

"Hey?" The middle-aged man was stunned when he looked at the 100 yuan on the ground, then pulled out another one and threw it on the ground.

Wang Jingzhe still didn't say anything.

"Ba" was another one hundred.

"Bang..."

The middle-aged man threw five hundred bright red tickets on the ground. Wang Jingzhe never opened his eyes and muttered two words in his mouth, "No!"

"Do you think this is a dragon-slaying sword? I think it's hard to kill a chicken..." Middle-aged man was obviously made up and threw all the money in his wallet on the ground. The scattered one thousand pieces of money: "I have to buy your kitchen knife. Are you going to sell it?"

After being mixed up by middle-aged people, the unexpected effect began to appear. There were many people watching the fun in front of the stall. Some of them came here to stroll around without any trouble. There were also many stall owners selling old goods nearby. Some of them came to sell their old items. When they saw someone taking out more than 1,000 yuan to buy a broken kitchen knife, but they didn't sell it yet, people passing by were curious.

"Is this hype?" Someone in the crowd grinned, thinking that Wang Jingzhe's approach was quite eye-catching, and regarded this middle-aged man as a supporter.

"Only sell it for credit? Or exchange goods for goods? Who would like to ask for this broken knife? Only fools would exchange it..."

Wang Jingzhe didn't explain. After being quarreled, he couldn't sleep anymore. He leaned against the wall and lit a cigarette and smoked casually. His eyes swept the people in the crowd, and then fell into the hands of several people carrying old objects. The things these people were carrying were strange and strange. There might be Qianlong's snuff bottles and Emperor Yongzheng's chamber pots. Someone told you that he was holding the original works of Tang Yin in his hand.

Someone squatted on the ground in confusion, picked up a kitchen knife and fiddled with it for a few times, and said in surprise: "It's not an antique, it's quite an ordinary thing, and the history is only a hundred years. How can there be valuable places?"

Seeing that there were too many people, Wang Jingzhe took the initiative to speak out for the first time: "The knife is not valuable, and it is not sold. I only pay for those who are destined to be destined to be."

"What is a destined person?"

At this time, an old man in his sixties and seventies came across the crowd, wearing pure handmade cloth shoes and Long Qingxiang's jacket. After seeing a lot of people around here, he hummed a small song and squeezed in.

As soon as the old man came in, Wang Jingzhe glanced at him. He first saw the Long Qingxiang jacket on his body and the inner-lined cloth shoes under his feet, because the navy blue robe he wore was also made by Long Qingxiang.

A few hundred years ago, Long Qingxiang made clothes for emperors and nobles. In modern times, Long Qingxiang's clothes were also tailor-made. Although the common ones on the market are expensive, they can be purchased. However, there is a kind of clothes that are not sold, which is exclusively available. There is no such piece of clothes a year, and they are customized by people at the level of Long Qingxiang's shopkeeper.

So this dress is rare, and only those who can wear it will recognize it, because under Wang Jingzhe's robe and the cuffs of the old man's gown are there.
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