C765

Xiao Peng said with the same feeling, "Actually, I have the same idea as you. I have been busy all this time trying to earn money, and suddenly realized that there are a lot of annoying things. That's why I came here. What was the purpose of earning money? Isn't it just to make life better? "

Barton laughed: "Your choice is correct! Don't you have to be my age to start enjoying life? "And I'm sure you won't need any money for this trip. Once this motorcycle is sold, you'll be able to play comfortably all the way!"

Xiao Peng listened to Barton's words. "Alright, I won't tell him how much money I have."

Barton looked at Xiao Peng without saying anything, he pointed to the front, "Hey, we're here. Let's take a look at the biggest market in our county. You can buy anything you want here!"

Following Barton's finger, Xiao Peng saw a huge bazaar. No wonder Barton said that everything could be bought here. The scale was not small and was about the same as the capital's Pan Family.

There aren't many such large markets in the Stellar Strikes.

"Are you sure this is a second-hand market?" Xiao Peng looked at Barton with a stupefied expression.

Barton replied: "Of course. Our whole county will come here to do business. "

Xiao Peng looked at the trading market in front of him. Uh, no matter how he looked at it, it was just an agricultural market. The seller stopped the car and set up a four corner tent.

Barton laughed: "Today is the weekend so the market is the busiest."

Xiao Peng looked speechlessly at the bazaar that was the busiest. The small towns in the country of Stars and Stripes are usually deserted. Aside from houses and cars, there are very few people and yet there are so many people in this market. This is a very rare scene.

Barton was still very proud: "This is the intersection of the four nearby towns, so everyone is here to trade, it's the busiest place here."

Xiao Peng looked up at the sky. He really wanted to tell Barton that there are more people in every market in China than you, but he thought it would be better to not tell him the truth.

However, it could be seen that it was indeed the weekend. Some families were out, while some husband and wife were strolling around slowly. In short, everyone felt that they wouldn't waste their good weekend time. There were also people who brought pets to shop, and people who were familiar with each other. They felt that the reason why everyone came here wasn't to shop, but to pass the time.

Xiao Peng looked at the items that were being sold. Didn't they say they were used in the market? Everything here was for sale.

There were chilies for sale, all kinds: round ones, long ones, red ones, green ones, uh, yellow ones, looking fresh; and a lady who sold homemade popsicles and ice cream? Xiao Peng bought one out of curiosity. Not only did it taste good, it also had fruits, organic food, and vegetables. Xiao Peng even saw a Chinese girl selling Japanese tea leaves!

There were all sorts of other things to find here: homemade bread, brewed coffee, handmade soap, homemade honey, pickled eggs, pork sausages, organic vegetables, cauliflower, cocoa coffee, pasta honey, noodle bread, even foals Xiao Peng had seen. Xiao Peng looked over and felt that he had walked into the wrong place. What was this? The farmers' market?

Barton seemed to notice Xiao Peng's puzzlement as he smiled and said, "This place is mainly for trading agricultural products. Let's go to the back. That is the second-hand market." Barton rode his motorcycle and led the way. From time to time, he would greet people he knew well. Xiao Peng followed behind him. Along the way, Xiao Peng suddenly understood why Barton said that the people here would not discriminate against blacks. Because there were no blacks here! Xiao Peng saw yellow people here, Mexican people, and two Indians, selling Indian jewelry there, but no black people.

Barton said that it wasn't funny that Arizona was a state with fewer blacks. In a country like this, black people were a rarity.

Now in the Stellar Union, the minority groups were almost as large as the white people, but the minority groups were mainly concentrated in the cities. However, there weren't many black people in small villages like these. So they didn't have to worry about race at all, and the problems posed by black people had nothing to do with them.

After following Barton to the back of the market, Xiao Peng confirmed that he had indeed come to the second-hand market. The first thing that entered his vision was a pile of second-hand clothes that were neatly hung up, and there were all kinds of second-hand shoes on the ground.

It was weird, the Chinese people had always been a frugal people, but they naturally rejected second-hand goods. Of course, antique coins and the like were different things, moreover, they would rather send relatives and friends than donate them. This kind of traditional idea was carved into their bones.

In the eyes of the majority of the people, there was no difference in respect between buying new products and buying old ones. It was just a different choice, and they did not have any instinctive aversion to old items. It was also because of this, that there was a specialized storage in the Starlight Country for people to have professions like trash treasure hunters.

Xiao Peng, on the other hand, curiously strolled around. Other than old clothes, old shoes and hats, there were quite a few old items for sale. Old ornaments, old books, coffee cups and pots, old household appliances, old furniture, old cars and tools, old pots and bowls, as long as the prices were marked, they were all for sale.

After all, the buyer wasn't here yet, so he casually strolled around. With this stroll, Xiao Peng could be considered to have opened his eyes completely. There really wasn't anything he couldn't find here that he hadn't thought of. This was a rare item that could only be seen on television. He didn't know if it could still be used. After all, buying one and putting it at home really felt good. And that old mechanical typewriter, which crackles with words, is a good memento at home, isn't it?

There were also people selling postcards. According to the state and the country, there were at least tens of thousands of them. Xiao Peng admired the owner of this postcard, so how could he think of selling this? Could it be that it could be used to collect them?

There were also piles of old black-and-white photos, various chests, old cameras, old records, old watches and clocks. Xiao Peng even saw a large plastic '80,000' in the pile of junk! That's right, even if it was eighty thousand yuan of the mahjong mahjong mahjong [1]. Xiao Peng searched the mahjong mahjong but didn't find any other cards. Xiao Peng was very curious about how much it would sell for. He went up to ask and found out that it actually cost fifty cents. How awesome!

Xiao Peng was still wandering around as Barton happily walked over with two large sprinklers. "Xiao, is there anything you want to buy? Look, I found something good. It's a sprinkling kettle made of white iron. In the future, it will be easier for those flowers to be tended. "

Xiao Peng said with a smile, "It's fine if I take a look here, actually, there's nothing much I want to buy. Ah? "What is this?" Xiao Peng saw a stall behind Barton selling a low cabinet phonograph. There were several phonographs on sale in this market, but this one was undoubtedly the most personal, because its shell was engraved with Russian and marked with the scythe of a Soviet hammer.

The owner was a blond young man, a rare sight in the junk market, and people who did business here were usually quite old, but when the young man spoke, Xiao Peng knew that he was Russian and that it was fine to listen to his Russian English. If there were two countries in the world where English was the most difficult, the first would undoubtedly be the island, and the second would certainly be Russia, because Russian pronunciation was very different from English.

It was also because Amelia had grown up here that she could speak so much English as a Russian.

Seeing that Xiao Peng was interested in the phonograph, the young man enthusiastically explained: "Hey, my yellow-skinned brother, are you interested in this?"

Xiao Peng looked at it with interest. Rather than saying that he was interested in this phonograph, it would be more accurate to say that he was interested in the hammer and sickle symbol on it. This was something that was not part of the mainstream in the country of Stars and Strikes. When the young man saw that Xiao Peng was interested in the symbol, he hastily covered the phonograph with the lid. The National Insignia of the Soviet Union was imprinted on the top of the phonograph. The ears of wheat, the earth, the hammer and scythe, uh. Such positive energy!

But to tell the truth, Xiao Peng's first thought was the bone ash box after the phonograph was closed. It was really too similar!

While Xiao Peng was still guessing which of the Soviet leaders' phonographs this was, the young man took out a pizza box and opened it. Inside was a record, and upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a 'skull record' made from X-ray film. After saying that, he casually took out a piece of paper and placed it in the phonograph. Then, he waved the handle a few times — this was an old-fashioned hand phonograph.

When the young man was done, the old phonograph began to play. It was a man singing, country music.

This was too amazing! Tightening the string allows you to play music? Still not using electricity? This was the first time Xiao Peng had seen such a thing and he felt it was extremely inconceivable.

This kind of record player was really rare in China. Buy this and put it back on. Oh, no, it was appreciation, and it was also quite interesting.

Xiao Peng was immediately filled with interest as he clicked on the report. After reporting it, the maintenance staff would correct the content of the chapter within two minutes. Please wait patiently and refresh the page.