Chapter 480

The old man didn't answer directly, but said to the stall owners on both sides in surprise: "look, it's rare. This foreign girl's Mandarin is much better than ours."

A stall owner selling melon seeds and peanuts smiled and said, "Lao Liu, stop talking nonsense and quickly sell sugar cane to others. Just your Mandarin, can you speak Mandarin?"

A group of people laughed. The old man 'Kaka' cut two sections and peeled them. He wrapped one end in a plastic bag and handed it to Shirley. He waved and said, "no money, ha ha, I'll give it to you."

Shirley put down a hundred dollar bill and said proudly, "we have money."

She turned around and wanted to go, because Qin Shiou told her that 100 yuan is equivalent to 20 yuan in Canada, while in Newfoundland, 20 yuan can almost buy such a sugarcane.

As a result, the old man grabbed her and gave her a handful of money. Shirley squeezed back suspiciously and asked, "why is it so cheap?"

Qin Shiou didn't want to tell her about the relationship between monetary value and the local economy of various countries. He was helpless about Shirley's mathematical talent, so he simply said, "Sir, you look beautiful and give you a discount."

Upon hearing this, Powell and others looked at each other, and then they asked Shirley to come forward no matter what they bought. And Shirley is really cheap every time she buys something. The four children think they have taken advantage of it and are happy all the way.

Qin Shiou wanted to buy a lot of things, mainly dried fruits and drinks. Originally, Qin's father prepared a lot of dried fruits, but they were melon seeds and peanuts. Qin Shiou didn't like to eat these things. He came to buy pistachios, cashews, padanmu, pine nuts and so on.

The shape of the town street is a cross. One street is full of clothes and shoes, one is full of fruit and food, one is full of vegetables, seafood and meat, and the other has everything.

Qin Shiou takes Weini and others to the street where they mainly sell groceries, which is interesting.

Someone pinched sugar figurines on the street. Wini was also very interested in this. She went up and bought several and explained to Qin Shiou: "when I was a child in Beijing, my grandfather often bought me this and sugar gourd. In fact, I didn't like it at that time. But my sister fox is always enthusiastic, which flatters my grandparents. I can't help but bite the bullet... "

Qin Shiou listened to Weini's little complaint and felt very interesting.

At the market, someone wrote and painted with his fingers dipped in oil paint. This is a technical job. The old man can make a landscape painting with his hands as the belly of a finger for tens of seconds, with blessings such as "plain sailing" and "family reunion".

Winnie and others were very interested in this and asked bird to take the lead to squeeze in to watch. Unfortunately, the leopard was crowded and screamed

A painting cost 15 yuan. Qin Shiou asked the old man to draw six pieces, write the names of Weini and her party respectively, and then give them to them.

The children happily accepted it, and bird took it seriously and said, "I think it can be regarded as intangible cultural heritage? So I want to keep it well. Maybe it will become a baby in many years. "

"If you want to keep an heirloom, I have something else to give you." Qin Shiou smiled and took the group forward and said, "open your eyes, the road of Chinese folk art, officially set off!"

He is not exaggerating. After two steps, there is a sugar man's stand.

It happened that the stall owner was blowing a lobster, and the orange sugar juice was quickly shaped. Shirley's four children kept screaming.

Winnie smiled with her arms in her arms and said, "this is a folk craft in Kyoto, isn't it? When I was in Kyoto, I saw some of them and did them dazzlingly. At that time, I even had the idea of becoming such an artist. "

Qin Shiou swept all the way. As long as he could make a small craft in a short time, he gave a copy to the people around him.

It was crowded all the way and finally crowded to the southernmost exit of the market. Qin Shiou wiped his sweat. He was so cold in winter that he was sweating all over. This year's collection is so valuable that he doesn't have to wash the sauna.

The children's excited little faces were red. Their small schoolbags were full of small things such as porcelain carvings, paper cuts and dough figurines. Shirley said excitedly, "shall we take back the farewell island? At that time, we will organize a class to tell those Hicks about Chinese art. "

Qin Shiou said of course. He was just about to give advice to the children. As a result, a woman's howl suddenly sounded in front of him. The people in front pushed back and left a space.

"Fighting?" Qin Shiou frowned. He took Shirley behind him and asked the children to stand together.

There are too many people in Nianji. It is inevitable that there will be clashes sometimes. But in most cases, everyone is more restrained. After all, it's new year's Eve right away. It's not good to fight on such a festive day.

The people around him talked in twos and threes. Qin Shiou thought it was not a fight. He pushed forward and saw a woman in her 60s sitting on the ground crying bitterly, holding a small cotton cap in her hand and crying: "... Where's my grandson? Wuwu, Wuwu, the grandson is gone? Who saw my soldiers? Please tell me, Wuwu, my grandson, Wuwu, where is it... "

A middle-aged man in a suit asked anxiously, "don't cry, don't cry first. When did you disappear? Ah? Say it quickly! "

The woman was obviously flustered, crying with her little cotton cap in her arms, and kept saying, "the grandson is gone.".

A young man took out his mobile phone and said, "was the child abducted? Why don't you call the police? Was the child abducted? "

There were also anxious inquiries around, but the woman was only crying. The middle-aged man shook her. She woke up and grabbed the middle-aged man and asked, "brother, have you seen my soldiers? Over three years old, so tall and so fat... "

The middle-aged man in the suit shook off the woman's hand and shouted, "when did you lose your child? You have to be clear. "

The woman cried, "just a moment. I just bought the sticker. After I bought it, my grandson disappeared. I asked the people around me, saying that a young man had brought me to the south, so I hurried to catch up, but there was no... "

There were many people around, but there were too many people here. Who noticed if anyone held a two - or three-year-old child? Even if you notice, it's normal. More people come to the market with their children.

The middle-aged man in the suit sighed and said, "it's a mess. You said you didn't shout earlier. When you get here, shout again. Call the police quickly. I hope it's time."

Winnie squeezed up and grabbed Qin Shiou. She asked in panic, "what's the matter?"

Qin Shiou said angrily, "shit, I'm sure my mother is right. There are traffickers in the Yearbook. The old lady's grandson was taken away!"

"God, how could this happen? These bastards! " Winnie's pretty face turned white, "what should I do? Hurry to help find the child. "

The woman got up crying, looked around and shouted her grandson's name. The people around asked each other, but there was no clue.

Qin Shiou looked at the woman's desperate cry. His heart moved sideways. Bird also crowded forward with tiger in his arms and asked, "boss, what's the problem?"

Seeing the silly tiger being squeezed, Qin Shiou moved in his heart.