Rebirth: My 80s

Chapter 59 Pigeon Market

The urban-rural fringe of a big capital is much more interesting than a small place.

In this department store in Wudaokou, there is a complete range of goods.

Li Jiankun easily took down a box of paint. It was a long paper box with a toothpaste-like paint paste inside that you could squeeze out.

Turn to the back and take a look at the ingredients list.

Good guy!

Very environmentally friendly.

Made from plant slurry.

I picked up another white porcelain painting plate, which was not much different from a plate for serving food. As for the plastic one, there was no one.

Plastic is a high-tech material these days.

Thinking about it, this should be related to the fact that some majors in the eight major universities involve painting.

Demand determines supply.

Look, the iron walls of the planned economy have actually been quietly penetrated for a long time.

Everything must comply with the laws of nature.

Our ancestors have been saying for thousands of years that "no action is natural, all things are the same", but... we don't listen.

There are also paintbrushes for sale, throw them away!

Not useful.

Ning said you don’t need a brush when painting?

Scholars and artists just wipe it out with their hands?

That's not it.

Let's sign it.

There was absorbent cotton on sale along with cotton swabs. Li Jiankun was so happy that it took no effort to get it, so he picked up a pack.

Move your feet and switch to a counter selling daily necessities.

"Comrade, do you have any Vaseline?"

"Is there no internal energy?"

Pretty!

I love hearing this.

I also bought a box of Vaseline oil for 3 cents, which is the same price as soap.

It’s not something you use to make a fuss about, and you don’t have a hobby for greasy noodles.

This product, which was born out of a petroleum base, is a mixture of mineral oil and natural wax, and its effects are overwhelming.

Not only can it be used on the face, but it can also be used to extend the fragrance of perfume, maintain leather, use it as a lubricant for rusty iron parts, protect the scalp when dyeing hair, etc.

Li Jiankun bought it, it has two effects.

As we all know, paint is very difficult to wash off. Before painting, put a layer of Vaseline on your hands. Hey!Search for chairs!

It falls off when flushed.

Secondly, adding Vaseline to the paint will produce a magical effect after the painting is dropped -

Three-dimensional effect!

The painting tools were all in place. After thinking about it, Li Jiankun set his sights on the area selling small furniture.

"Excuse me, what's the price of this small table?"

"One point and two."

Old BJ's slang is not entirely true.

People call ten yuan a "piece", a hundred yuan a "one", a thousand yuan a "book or a ton", and ten thousand yuan a "square".

Tsk, one dollar and two.

not cheap!

After a round of shopping, my pocket is really stretched.

"I just want the board, not the legs."

"..."

He almost didn't get beaten.

But I still got the tabletop, as for the legs?

As if he lost his temper, he kicked his feet several times, and they were all broken.

The quality isn't that good either, yet they dare to sell it for a piece of ocean.

The painting tools were wrapped in cow dung paper, and the small table board was tucked into the armpit.

In the saleslady's crazy eyes.

The guy shook his head and turned around gracefully.

Upset.

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Hey, this is the right way to hold it.

Look, no one is paying attention to him on the street. From now on, I have to carry this thing often. I can't find a foldable one. I really want to carry a table on the road.

That would really be considered a lunatic.

I didn't approach the East Gate, which was just around the corner. Otherwise, I would have to go around and around to get in, and then go back to Yanyuan.

Student dormitory area, Building 37, 307.

Not a hair was left in the room.

No need to think about it, the three miserable brothers must be in the library again.

Crazy rolling clouds!

To be fair, the life of a graduate student is much more comfortable than that of an undergraduate.

Specialize in one, oh no, two, English is compulsory.

But the courses are still very few.

There are no class leaders or counselors to take care of it.

The instructor only conducts a group study session every two weeks.

But, only in theory.

You know, after meeting that guy for the first time, the old man even gave their fourth brother a gift.

Do you think this is good?

What a papa!

His uncle spent two days just talking about life and not being taught anything. Can you believe it?

Write an essay on current economic policy.

How about writing?

It's none of his business and you can figure it out on your own!

No, after completing the military training, the other three people in the dormitory spent their days in the library, holding one after another thick, obscure economics books.

Chew hard!

It doesn’t matter whether the teeth are in good condition or not.

He doesn't even have a direction for his thesis.

Also, how should I write a paper?

Dad, you should teach me a lesson first!

Haha~ What a beautiful thought.

<divclass="contentadv">You see, this is the daily life of a graduate student.

Go do some crazy research!

Li Jiankun was not lazy. He only thought about making money and not about his studies. He had promised to show off to the children of Qingxidian, so he had to keep his word.

Isn't he studying it?

Killing two birds with one stone!

To be fair, graduate students are also divided into master's degree students and professional master's degree students.

Those three people are academic masters, while he is a professional master and is committed to practice.

Are you okay?

The teacher is famous.

After entering the dormitory, he slumped down on the bed and crossed his legs.

Six parents do not recognize.

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The next day.

When the sky was dark, there was already a rustling sound in my ears.

The designated Big Brother, Comrade Gao Jinxi, did not run away, so he did not disturb everyone at night. He squatted under the light bulb in the corridor and read until early in the morning.

Get up at around five o'clock every morning.

A desperate Saburo.

I don’t know how long it took, but I heard another movement while staring.

Wu Yingxiong and Hu Ziqiang also got up.

Li Jiankun's head was covered. Let the three brothers rush over. As for him?

Gai Zong is trapped and sued!

I slept until nearly 8 o'clock, got up leisurely, washed up, put on the small table, carried my liberation bag, and pretended to be an artist who went out to sketch.

Leave Yanyuan slowly and without worry.

When I came to Wudaokou, I picked up two Goubuli big buns from the bun shop and asked him where he got the tickets.

Just exchange it.

While nibbling, he walked eastward.

There is a small market here.

That rascal!Extremely proud.

When you open the door depends on your mood, well, the door is closed today.

Of course, this is related to the vast vegetable fields surrounding Wudaokou.

Common vegetables are not lacking in every household.

At the vegetable market, only those with a bit of witty stuff dare to sell them, otherwise no one will patronize them.

It doesn't open the door, someone does.

The good area in front of the door has long been occupied, and the dirt road is rampant and unscrupulous.

Two stalls.

There is only a narrow aisle in the middle, and the steps of disowning relatives can't be stretched out.

This is a characteristic of Beijing——

Pigeon City.

Also known as the black market, it is different from the ghost market.

The so-called ghost market can be understood literally and cannot be seen in the light.

The market often opens in the dark, and when the light breaks out, it is easy to close the stall.

Selling things is not allowed these days.

The pigeon market is larger, and business is booming after breakfast.

Well, that's it for now.

The reason why it is called Pigeon Market is that it mainly sells pigeons.

Especially these days, the trend of raising pigeons is very strong. There are families raising several pigeons in every courtyard and alley in the capital.

BJ people are responsible for raising pigeons. They don't call them raising, they call them pigeons!

That's where Pan It comes from.

Plate is also a quantifier. There are 12 pigeons in a plate.

In Beijing, you can often see a scene like this:

A plate of pigeons flying in the sky contrasts with the red walls, ancient trees, alleys and courtyards on the ground.

It looks very auspicious and harmonious.

A feeling of happiness and well-being.

A buzzing sound can be heard.

The clear and sweet sound of the pigeon whistle echoes the time chiming of the bell and drum tower on the central axis, and together they play the sky movement of the Forty-Nine City.

That is a beauty!

A pigeon whistle is not a whistle that a person blows with his mouth.

Tie the pigeon to its tail.

The so-called singing while riding the phoenix.

Pan Gezi originated from the idle Eight Banners disciples, who were called naughty masters.

There's a lot of finesse in the ways inside, so I won't show it for now.

When Li Jiankun first arrived, he never thought about fighting for a good stall. He just wanted to deliver food to local snakes.

So getting up early doesn't make much sense.Just catch up with the golden hour after breakfast.

I caught sight of one end of the road and slipped to the end.

Stopping next to an old man selling wood carvings, he put some scrap newspapers on the curb and sat down.

Put the small table board on your lap and put it in your arms.

He took out a piece of white cloth from the liberation bag and shook it out.

I picked up a few small bamboo branches from Yanyuan, propped them up at the four corners behind a white cloth, and held them steady with a paint box!

This is a simple roll-up banner from the 70s.

A line of colorful characters in the letter -

“Would you like to have a color photo?”

The smell of seduction permeates the air.

Waiting for it to open.