"You dare not make everyone look like you, the one who bought melons just now turned upside down!"

The uncle sitting next to Wang Gang said to Wang Gang while washing his peaches.

"It's okay, it's just some raw gourds anyway!"

Wang Gang kept pinching the little melon and answering angrily.

"Who said that people are all Lao Wang who is boasting and arrogant in selling melons. How could you say that your melon is not good?"

After washing the peaches, my uncle walked to Wang Gang with a smile.

"What my classmate just said is that their family grows small melons every year!"

Wang Gang looked at his uncle and said righteously.

"Hahaha, even if it was born, you can't throw it away. This was bought by money!"

Seeing Wang Gang's angry look, the uncle smiled and took a little melon from the pile of melons and said.

"It is impossible to sell the green melon to others. You will not be scolded to death at that time!"

Wang Gang looked at his uncle and asked in confusion.

"I heard that classmate of yours is nonsense. This melon is this variety. If you don't believe it, please try this petal!"

As the uncle spoke, he opened the petals of the melon. The beard inside was so beautiful and looked sweet and delicious.

"Come to you to try!"

While speaking, the uncle put two petals of melon on the Wang Gang melon stall and returned to his fruit stall.

"Uncle, half of each person come!"

Wang Gang saw that the little melon was not cooked like Wang Zhou said, so he ate happily while stuffing his other half into his uncle's hand.

"This is not good!"

The uncle next to him took Wang Gang's melon with a little embarrassedness and started eating happily.

"It's okay, I'll bother you today. It's better to be close neighbors than distant relatives!"

Wang Gang knew how he first came here today. He had to find a reliable person to sell his little melon better. He knew that sometimes people only need a look and a small action.

"It's okay, I'm here all day. By the way, who is this person you are today!"

Uncle asked in confusion.

"Haha, my brother!"

Wang Gang said happily because his brother has always been his pride.

"No wonder, I am carrying the little melon alone again, and I bought you breakfast again!"

The uncle smiled and nodded thoughtfully.

"Haha, he won't let me do it!" Wang

I just explained with some shame.

"Uncle, please show me a little bit first, I'll buy a bottle of water!"

Wang Gang said as he stood up and left.

"I have it here, you can drink it first!"

When the uncle told him that he had an oversized plastic water cup and took it out, Wang Gang kept shaking his head.

Because I have never seen thirsty when I do a small business. I usually buy mineral water or beverages when I leave in the morning and fill a full glass of water. I am so thirsty that I carefully sip it. Then I have to persist until lunch, eat and drink in the restaurant, and then continue walking around the streets and alleys. But what happened next made this simple and honest uncle feel even more incredible.

"Uncle comes to smoke!"

Because the sun was too poisonous at noon, and if anyone bought their own melons, Wang Gang bought a bottle of cold beer and a pack of Jinhaiyang for five yuan with the 10 yuan that started well.

"Why are you still smoking?"

The uncle looked at this, the young young man with fine skin and tender skin, drank a bottle of wine and smoked Jin Haiyang, and asked incrediblely.

"Haha, I've been smoking for five or six years!"

Wang Gang felt that he didn't know him anyway, so he didn't affect his words, so he said that his age was not flushed or breathless.

"How much did you spend this trip?"

The uncle asked even more puzzledly.

"Hahaha, I just spent one yuan left!"

Wang Gang said disdainfully that when his family was in good condition, although his parents were relatively financially impaired, he had become accustomed to spending money with his super strong interpersonal network. He knew that at critical moments, there would always be someone to help him clean up the mess, that is, his brother who was four years older than him.

Just as Wang Gang was having a good chat with his uncle, a middle-aged man in a ragged dress talked about a snakeskin bag next to his little melon. Wang Gang was so happy that the bag contained a lot of little melons.

"Do you want melons? It's so delicious!" Wang

I quickly slashed most of the cigarettes in my hand and stepped on the soles of my feet! I went to sell my little melon.

"No! I'll leave it next to you, and I'll handle something, can I not?"

The middle-aged man asked Wang Gang a little embarrassedly.

"No, my brother bought this stall with money!"

When Wang Gang heard that he didn't buy Xiaogua, he said in a tough tone.

"You are Wang Gang's brother! I agreed with your brother yesterday!"

The man said his brother's name and looked at Wang Gang in anticipation.

"Oh well!"

Although Wang Gang was reluctant, he didn't say anything when he heard that this guy knew his brother.

But when the person wearing a shabby dress took it out of the plastic bag with great difficulty and what he said he wanted to deal with, Wang Gang was completely stunned!

"Are you a bronze ware? How did you get it?"

Wang Gang looked at an antique with a thirty or forty centimeters, which looked a little vintage, and placed it next to his little melon. He was surprised! Surprised! Asked in surprise.

"Hahaha, it's just an ordinary rotten copper lump!"

The man said with a embarrassed smile.

“Can you sell it?”

At this time, a young man was wearing a leather jacket and headed by a girl with a delicate dress and slim figure. He squatted on the side of the road, touching and asking.

"If you need to use money in a hurry, just take it out and exchange it for a few more money!"

The man said sadly.

"How much?"

The man in the jacket continued to ask.

"At least one thousand!"

The man's very confident answerer.

"How much does a pound of copper cost? What's your name?"

The man in the jacket asked in confusion.

"One pound of copper is more than two pieces, but copper buried underground for thousands of years cannot be said by how much a pound is. This is called the Nine Dragons Playing Pearl!"

The man said confidently while fiddling with his "bronze ware" left and right.

"Okay, it's pretty anyway. Just buy it if you sell it for 500 yuan. If you don't sell it, forget it!"

The man in the jacket said as he got up and prepared to leave.

"Oh, you rich people are too stingy, okay!"

The man was extremely reluctant to hand the "bronze" in his hand to the man in his jacket.

"Okay, I mainly look beautiful, who knows when and what to do!"

The man in the jacket said, and asked the beauty next to him to count five hundred-dollar bills to hand them to the man.

At that time, when he heard about the 500 yuan, Wang Gang almost jumped up because this was a cultural relic! The 500 yuan was indeed too tempting, but when he was about to open his mouth, he was stared at by the shabby person, so he didn't say anything anymore, and sat next to him quietly, because on the one hand he had no money, and on the other hand, since he knew his brother, there must be something wrong with glaring at him.

"How to sell?"

At this time, the voice of a middle-aged woman came.

Wang Gang thought he was asking about the Nine Dragons playing with the pearl again, but he didn't raise his head, and continued to think about the cultural relics of the Nine Dragons playing with the pearl just now.

"Oh, how much is your little melon?"

When the woman saw Wang Gang ignored her, she began to ask amplify her voice a little angry.

"Two pieces! Keep cooked! Keep sweet! Keep enough!"

Wang Gang quickly answered the fat woman with a smile.

Wang Gang's noon sun was not white. He looked at the uncle next to him and shouted how good his peaches were, how good the taste was, how sweet it was. The most important thing was the scale, which was definitely more than two or more.
To be continued...