With a deep melancholy, the figure of the girl Xiaoju quickly disappeared from Zhao Chenxing's sight.
Finally, he heard the girl say again: "You are only half right.
My grandfather is not only good at painting, but also his ability" Zhao Chenxing failed to hear the second half of the sentence clearly.
Zhao Chenxing admitted that he had some sympathy for Xiaoju and her grandfather whom he had never met.
In fact, every craftsman is not like that.
Among the crowd, they silently made the amazing gods, Buddhas and buildings that everyone worshiped.
The splendor of those gods and Buddhas was created by them, but has never been known to the public.
And when you get older, the occupational diseases that you have accumulated over many years of working will come back to you like an overwhelming force.
Sun He's lumbar spine and Grandpa Xiao Ju's injuries were all disasters caused by years of hard work.
If Zhao Chenxing did not understand the art of bone setting and acted recklessly, or if he used the Lu Ban technique too hard, his future would definitely end like this.
Zhao Chenxing certainly didn't want the suffering of those craftsmen to befall him as well.
After the melancholy in his heart, Zhao Chenxing felt very relieved again as he held the heavy paint in his hand.
At least tomorrow, he can give Qian Duoduo a satisfactory explanation.
Zhao Chenxing naturally felt satisfied after buying something he was satisfied with.
Only then did he really feel in the mood to go around and take a look at other places in this so-called ghost market.
After looking at the watch, Zhao Chenxing said to Liu Chengcheng: "Look it's not too late, let's go in and have a good time."
"Okay, I haven't been here for a long time."
Liu Chengcheng nodded expectantly.
Then, the girl patted her flat and slightly concave belly and said to Zhao Chenxing in a half-coquettish manner: "I'm hungry, let's eat first."
"Okay" Zhao Chenxing nodded, and then felt that his stomach was empty and needed "comfort".
So, the two of them held hands again and walked towards the market where the food stalls gathered.
In the ghost market, the food sold by people here is very different from other snack streets and big hotels in downtown Yanjing.
In general snack streets, no matter how many types of snacks there are, they all have regional colors or traditional characteristics.
There are always a few dishes and snacks that remain unchanged for a long time.
But nothing lasts forever on this ghost street.
There is everything from the north and south of the Yangtze River to the north and south of the Yangtze River, but it seems like nothing is there.
The snacks in the ghost market change with the time, season, working people, people coming and going, and the constant flow of people.
Usually a meal is kept for a month or two at most.
As for the reason, it is very simple, because this is the most low-end and most chaotic market in the capital, and it is not a place to make a fortune.
If the food at a stall is very popular in one or two months, the owner of the stall will definitely go through formal procedures and go to a regular market elsewhere to make a fortune.
And if a person cannot maintain the normal operation of his stall in this place and cannot make himself gain something, Then his skills are simply not suitable for working in the city of Yanjing, and the only thing he can do is get out of here in despair.
The above is what Liu Chengcheng knows about eating in the ghost market.
The story here is neither exciting nor boring.
So when Zhao Chenxing followed Liu Chengcheng to the street where late-night snacks were gathered in the ghost market, he did see a lot of scenery he had never seen before.
The snacks here are indeed not found elsewhere in Yanjing City, and are even unimaginable.
After hurriedly walking past more than a dozen stalls, Zhao Chenxing saw more than five varieties among them.
Zhao Chenxing didn’t recognize the hemp food from the northwest, the rice sausage from the northeast, the hairy eggs from the southeast, and the squid from the southwest.
After asking the stall owner, he didn’t dare to try these things because the “taste” was too strong. .
I thought that the food was awkward enough, but the further inside, Zhao Chenxing saw more and more shocking "anti-human" snacks.
Under the introduction of Liu Chengcheng and the enthusiastic stall owners, "big dishes" such as grilled durian, fried ants, and roasted fish scales were presented to Zhao Chenxing one by one.
These dishes made Zhao Chenxing's face turn green, and no matter how much Liu Chengcheng tried to persuade him, he didn't have the courage to try it.
Finally, among the pile of perverted food, Zhao Chenxing found a fairly normal stall selling dog meat buns and spicy soup, sat down, and barely ate his fill.
After ordering a meal, Zhao Chenxing and Liu Chengcheng sat down and ate slowly.
While eating supper, Liu Chengcheng looked at the bustling crowd and introduced some of the little-known "entertainment activities" in this ghost market.
Liu Chengcheng told Zhao Chenxing that in addition to second-hand goods and special snacks, there are also many talented people performing juggling and circus.
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What is completely different from these people selling snacks is that the juggling team here is almost fixed, and there will not be any big changes.
Although juggling can also make money and attract attention, the entry barrier is much higher than that of catering, selling goods, etc., so there is less competition pressure.
Moreover, some sideshows are very risky and even prohibited by state order.
Therefore, their living space in Yanjing can only be found in some ghost markets with slightly weak control.
Listening to Liu Chengcheng's familiar introduction, Zhao Chenxing asked curiously: "Chengcheng, have you often come here to watch performances before?"
When asked, Liu Chengcheng agreed: "It was a closed management when I was in school, and I could only come out one day a month.
During the break, my classmates and I set up stalls in the ghost market, and then went to watch the performances.
The best life ever.”
"Oh, it's really hard."
Zhao Chenxing nodded, and then asked Liu Chengcheng: "Then today I will take you to recall your student days.
In this ghost market, what is your favorite sideshow?"
Listening to Zhao Chenxing's question, Liu Chengcheng tilted his head and thought for a while.
Then, the woman told Zhao Chenxing that what people talked about most here were the performances of various magic tricks and wild beast fights.
Especially beast wrestling, which is a favorite sport among men in the market.
In the arena, there are huge fights between Tibetan mastiffs versus bitches, Tibetan mastiffs versus lions, Tibetan mastiffs versus aircraft carriers and other wild beasts.
They are extremely bloody and violent, which is something ordinary people have never heard of or seen.
However, although this scene was lively, it was too bloody, so Liu Chengcheng did not want to watch it.
Hearing Liu Chengcheng's words, Zhao Chenxing nodded and asked, "In that case, let's go to the circus and performances."
"Okay" Liu Chengcheng agreed happily.
Then, the woman looked at her watch and said expectantly: "The circus and magic are over there in the air-raid shelter.
They start at twelve o'clock in the evening.
Let's go there after we finish our food
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