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Dong Shihao looked around as if he had seen something new.
Bamboo baskets are hooked on the two burdens. Judging from the wear and tear, they have been worn for some years. They are also wrapped with cloth several times for reinforcement. On top of the bamboo baskets are two glass boxes with neatly placed various items. Plant gadgets.
The picker took down the neck box and opened it, "Exchange whatever you have, no need to ask for money."
Jiang Tian was surprised, "You are still exchanging things for things. I thought you were buying them with money now."
The picker smiled honestly and waved his hand, "No, it is our tradition to exchange things for things. Chicken feathers are exchanged for sugar cubes, sugar cubes are exchanged for salt, and salt is exchanged for everything. As long as you need it, you can exchange it. I know Nowadays, many pickers have stopped working, and even those who do just want money, but that¡¯s not the case for me. I give money when I have money, but I don¡¯t have money to use things.¡±
"Here we go, let's have a cigarette." Grandpa came out and took out the cigarette.
The picker chuckled, "It's still a good cigarette, but I don't want to smoke it. I'd better save it for when I'm tired on the road. Just smoke my dry cigarette. Do you want some?"
Grandpa's eyes lit up, "This morning, I was thinking about buying some dry cigarettes to smoke, but I didn't expect this to happen. Give me one."
The picker took out a plastic bag from the bamboo basket and opened it. Inside was shredded tobacco leaves. He also took out cut cigarette paper from a small bag and handed it over.
The picker skillfully placed the shredded tobacco leaves inside. When rolled, the cigarette butt was twisted into a small handful.
Grandpa hasn¡¯t smoked and rolled for a long time, but after all, he still smoked often before. After taking a look, he immediately rolled it up neatly.
"Your tobacco smells good!"
¡°It smokes better!¡±
"I have a fire!" The picker took out a lighter. It was the old-fashioned flint lighter. It clicked several times and sparks appeared, and then it was considered a fire.
¡°However, this kind of lighter is also the most stable, unlike today¡¯s lighters, which may break after being used for a period of time.
Grandpa lit a cigarette, took a puff, and coughed twice.
"Good guy, you smoked hard enough, you must be old." Grandpa said and coughed a few more times.
The picker didn't feel much while smoking, and said in surprise: "It seems that he is an old smoker, and the old tobacco leaves he pulled out at once were old tobacco leaves. These are three years old tobacco leaves. You are used to smoking these cigarettes, so Only then will I feel rushed.¡±
"I exchanged these tobacco leaves when I went to Lanling. The person who exchanged them was also an old man. He had been smoking cigarettes for most of his life and growing tobacco leaves for more than ten years. Later, the situation was not good and there was no market for the tobacco leaves. So he gave up and gave me a lot of tobacco leaves."
"If you're interested, I'll give you half. After all, there are fewer people smoking tobacco now, and it's not easy to meet an old guy." The picker said, and he took out the plastic bag and started pouring the tobacco leaves.
Grandpa didn¡¯t expect him to be so direct, so he quickly said: ¡°No, just give me a little.¡±
The picker had already poured out half of the tobacco leaves and handed them over directly.
Looking at his sincere expression, my grandfather did not refuse, took it, and at the same time handed over the cigarette in his hand, "Don't dislike this, I have just opened it."
The picker smiled and said, "Then I'll take it. This box of cigarettes can buy me several bags of shredded tobacco."
"Take it, exchange it for something. Isn't this the rule for you shopkeepers?" Grandpa was in a pretty good mood.
The two of them smoked cigarettes and laughed.
Dong Shihao and the other juniors were confused by the smiles of the two old men, while they looked at the contents of the glass box.
There are all kinds of things here, such as candies, sorghum candy, lollipops, and a jar of maltose, plastic frogs, little ducks that can run on a string, four-wheel drive vehicles, small tops, and yo-yos.
A box of little stars, I don¡¯t know which girl picked them up as a memory of youth.
In addition to these, there are also a lot of colorful coils, thimbles, and needles of different thicknesses. They are all placed in the box and arranged in a very planned way. If you let people with obsessive-compulsive disorder take a look, Definitely a treat.
These are all necessary skills for a picker, otherwise they will be piled up randomly and you won¡¯t be able to find anything, and people won¡¯t be willing to look through them.
"Hey!" Dong Shihao held the yo-yo, "I played with this thing when I was a child, and even competed with others, and I won first place."
As he said that, he started playing directly.
Jiang Tian said: "Just give it a try. Don't overdo it. After all, this is not your thing."
The picker smiled and said: "It's okay, just play. They are all children's things. I have been walking for so long and met many children, but they are no longer interested in this. Today's children, in their hands, They are all mobile phones, computers, and some even have game consoles, so they don¡¯t play this anymore"
Grandpa also nodded, "Yes, many children are myopic at such a young age because they often play with mobile phones."
Dong Shihao put down the yo-yo and read something fun again, "Hey, this is a comic!"
What he is holding is a relatively small comic book that can be opened and read. There is not a lot of content in it, but it was their favorite thing to read when they were children.
¡°I still have a whole set of this kind of comic books at home. I didn¡¯t expect to see them here.¡±
"I like reading comics. There are a lot of them in the bamboo basket. You can read them by yourself." said the picker.
Dong Shihao opened the outermost package in the bamboo basket, and there were more than ten books inside, most of which were comics, but there were also a few classics.
"Holy shit!" Dong Shihao was shocked, "I have been collecting this comic for a long time. I didn't expect that I can still see it here. This is an old comic."
"Well, I got it in exchange for an old book store. The owner of the store was about to close at the time. He said that paper books were no longer available and not many people read them. It was a pity for these books. He didn't want them to be discarded. After knowing that I was a picker, he gave me a batch of books and asked me to help him exchange them here and there. Maybe someone would like them, but I couldn¡¯t carry many. I took about twenty copies and have only exchanged them for one now. Book."
"I want all of these!" Dong Shihao said.
¡°You can ask for it, but you have to follow what the shop owner said: don¡¯t pile dust on it if you buy it, but check it often.¡±
"Don't worry, I will look at it!" Dong Shihao said. He has a special hobby for collecting, but he is not like ordinary collectors who just buy things without looking at them. On the contrary, he can often spend the whole day when he has nothing to do. All soaked in it.
"Then I'll give it all to you. No money or material is needed. I have fulfilled my wish." When the salesman said this, he felt obviously relieved. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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