The young leader endured the pain in his crotch, glanced at Fan Wei with some fear, and fled in despair with the two men who hurriedly stood up from the ground.
Fan Wei shook his head and said helplessly, "The world is getting worse.
These days, even I can be beaten by little shrimps.
It's so fucked."
"Fan Wei, are you okay?"
Fang Jiayi, who was standing by, came over in surprise and joy, but when she saw the rapidly swelling purple blood clot on Fan Wei's right arm, she exclaimed, "Your hand?"
"It's nothing, it's commonplace."
Fan Wei endured the pain, gritted his teeth, lifted the bicycle up with his hands and said with a smile, "It's nothing, just go back and apply safflower oil.
I am Xiaoqiang and I have nine lives."
Looking at Fan Wei's indifferent smile, Fang Jiayi was really deeply moved by Fan Wei at this moment.
Because of her, Fan Wei fought with these gangsters.
It was also because of her that Fan Wei was hit by that iron rod.
It was also because of her that Fan Wei's purple-red and bloated arms looked so dazzling at the moment.
A bad student who was once seen by her as unlearned and unskilled and causing trouble, turned out to be not only humorous, but also courageous and fearless in the face of danger.
This almost completely overturned her view of bad students.
Even in her eyes, Fan Wei almost became a modern version of a little hero that people admired.
But, apart from his terrible bad grades Without the harassment of gangsters, the originally short street between the school and the bus station finally came to an end.
After watching Fang Jiayi get on the bus, Fan Wei whistled and rode towards his home.
The Junior High School Affiliated to No. 2 Middle School is located in the old town of Ping'an County.
Compared with the rapidly developing new town, the public facilities and residential buildings are not the same in terms of their condition.
However, because this affiliated junior high school is an affiliated school of Anning County No. 2 Middle School, a provincial key high school, it is loved by some wealthy parents.
Fang Jiayi entered this junior high school because of this, but Fan Wei certainly didn't.
He was assigned here just because his shabby house was too close to the school.
The community where Fan Wei's family is located was a product of the 1960s and 1970s.
It was once prosperous for a while, but unfortunately with the start of the construction of the new city, the residents here have long been relocated, leaving only some poor workers still here.
As the population gradually becomes sparse, the area around the community becomes increasingly desolate.
However, something strange happened today.
When Fan Wei was riding his rattling bicycle through the path and preparing to enter the community, he found a vendor wearing a straw hat setting up a stall on the side of the road.
A few years ago, setting up stalls here was indeed nothing new, but since the county government vigorously immigrated to the new city when Fan Wei was in his second year of junior high school, there were very few people in this community, let alone those setting up stalls.
So Fan Wei dared to conclude that this guy was either an outsider or a fool.
After braking the bicycle, Fan Wei stopped steadily in front of the vendor's stall and said strangely, "Uncle, why are you here setting up a stall?"
The vendor setting up the stall looked up, thinking that a customer was coming, and couldn't help but said excitedly, "Hey young man, what do you want to buy?"
"I'm not buying anything.
I want to tell you that there are no people in this area.
It's useless if you show up here."
Fan Wei said with some humor, "If you want to make money, I suggest you go to a small shop on another street.
Set up a stall at the market.”
Hearing Fan Wei's words, the vendor shook his head and said, "The land is too expensive.
The things I bought are cheap and I can't afford to rent a place."
"Too expensive."
Fan Wei was a little dumbfounded now.
He had worked and sold things at the stall market during the summer vacation.
Naturally, he knew that the stall fees there were very cheap.
Why did this guy even set up there?
I couldn't afford it, but when he subconsciously took a look at the things he was selling, he immediately understood it completely.
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"The Nine Yin Manual, Huashan Swordsmanship, I fork, even the Six Meridians Divine Sword."
Fan Wei looked at most of the books on the stall with a bit of laughter, almost all of which were pirated martial arts secrets, and these secrets were not only workmanship It's rough, there are actually some mistakes on it He was almost speechless.
He couldn't help but hold back his smile and said, "Speaking of uncle, has anyone read these shabby books about Tathagata Palm?
Is there any Tathagata Palm?"
He suddenly thought of a secret trick from a funny movie he had seen.
It seemed like It’s just street food, I couldn’t help but laugh out loud.
"Haha, young man, please don't underestimate these books.
Although they are rubbish, they can at least make people dream of becoming martial arts masters."
The vendor took off his straw hat and smiled with his old yellow-black face, "What's more, what I mainly sell is That’s not the case, I’m in the antique business.”
"Antiques" Fan Wei really admired this guy's ability to comfort himself.
Just look at the few tattered things in the stall and called them antiques.
He glanced at the entire stall.
Except for a few tattered books, there were only three incomprehensible items on display.
Strange things, oh, there was one thing he could see clearly, it seemed to be a hairpin in a woman's hair.
"Yes, young man, are you interested in buying one to take home?
The price is very cheap, and you are safe.
I got these treasures from ancient tombs."
The vendor smiled cheerfully, and his eyes were obviously shining.
I just want to sell something when I get the chance.
"Not interested."
Fan Wei rolled his eyes.
He was still a little interested in high-tech gadgets such as game consoles.
He was wondering why he would buy these things used by dead people.
In addition to the twenty yuan pocket money his mother gave him in the morning, All he has left is his underpants.
Can he afford to buy antiques?
"Hey, hey, hey."
Seeing Fan Wei pulling the bicycle and wanting to leave, the vendor immediately grabbed his arm and said, "Young man, you are my first customer today after all.
You can't leave empty-handed.
Look." , I don’t know what the other two are, but there is also a hairpin, you can buy this for your mother to wear, look at how beautiful it is.”
"Beautiful, I said, uncle, don't fool me.
There's just a hairpin with a silver needle underneath a wooden flower.
It's also called an antique.
You can get it for as much as you want in the two-yuan supermarket.
I only have twenty yuan on me.
You're like this."
How dare I buy something with an antique name on it?"
Fan Wei was a little moved when he heard the vendor say this.
He rarely buys things for his mother.
Seeing how hard it is for her to commute to get off work every day, why not buy some things to show her respect?
Although the money was originally given by the mother, the wool still comes from the sheep, but after all, it expresses a sense of filial piety.
"Twenty yuan, just twenty yuan.
I see you are a good guy, so if you lose, you will lose.
With some money, I can find a better stall."
The vendor nodded reluctantly.
"Please, if you say it's an antique, then it's an antique.
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Who knows where you got the bargain?
For twenty yuan, I might as well go to the two-yuan supermarket and buy it for my mother."
Fan Wei couldn't read well, so he fought and bargained.
His ability is top-notch.
There is no way, children from poor families have already become the masters.
He took a closer look at the hairpin.
Although the workmanship was very crude, it was still somewhat pretty.
"How much do you say?"
The hawker had already sensed Fan Wei's advanced bargaining skills.
"Two pieces."
"I can't help but rob you.
I'll give you fifteen yuan anyway."
"Nine yuan, if you don't sell it, I'll leave."
"Chengcheng, sell it."
As soon as the vendor said this, his stomach growled.
It seemed that this guy didn't even have money to eat.
Fan Wei took out the only two pieces of ten yuan, handed one over and said, "Forget it, I'll buy you a dinner for ten yuan, don't starve yourself."
"Okay, thank you very much."
The vendor nodded happily and accepted the money.
Fan Wei took the silver hairpin, stuffed it into his pocket, and entered the community without looking back
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