The old man did not answer directly, but said to the stall owners on both sides in surprise: "Look, it's really rare. This foreign little girl is much better in Mandarin than us."

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

The group of people laughed. The old man cut two pieces of skin and peeled them, wrapped one end in a plastic bag and handed it to Shirley, waved, "No money, haha, I'll give it to you."

Shirley put down a hundred bills and said proudly: "We have money."

She turned around and wanted to leave because Qin Shiou told her that a hundred yuan was equivalent to twenty yuan in Canada, and in Newfoundland, such a sugar cane could be bought for about twenty yuan.

As a result, the old man grabbed her and asked her another handful of money. Shirley squeezed back in confusion and asked, "Why is it so cheap?"

Qin Shiou didn't want to tell her about the relationship between the value of currency and the local economies of various countries. He was helpless about Shirley's mathematical talent, so he simply said: "Look at how beautiful you are, I'll give you a discount."

When he heard this, Powell and others looked at each other, and no matter what they bought, they asked Shirley to come forward. Shirley was indeed very cheap every time she bought things. The four children thought they had taken advantage of it and were happy all the way.

Qin Shiou bought a lot of things this time, mainly dried fruits, drinks, etc. Originally, Qin's father prepared a lot of dried fruits, but they were all melon seeds and peanuts. Qin Shiou didn't like to eat these things, so he bought pistachios, cashews, badanmu, pine nuts, etc.

The shape of the town street is a cross-shaped one. One street is full of clothes and shoes, one is full of fruits and food, one is full of vegetables, seafood and meat, and one is full of mixed and complicated things.

Qin Shiou took Winnie and others to visit the street where groceries were mainly sold. This is interesting.

There were people on the street who made candy, and Winnie was also very interested in this. She went up and bought several pieces and explained to Qin Shiou: "When I was a child, I was in the capital. My grandfather often bought me this and candied haws. Actually, I didn't like it at that time. But my sister Fox was always very enthusiastic, which pleased my grandfather and grandmother. I had no choice but to bite the bullet and eat it..."

Qin Shiou felt quite interesting when she listened to Winni's complaints.

At the market, someone dipped his fingers in oil paint to write and draw. This is a technical job. The old man can make a landscape painting in a few dozen seconds with his hands on the fingers. There are blessings such as "smooth sailing" and "family reunion".

Winnie and others were very interested in this and asked Bird to take the lead in squeezing in and watch. The leopard was unlucky and was squeezed and screamed in pain...

Qin Shiou asked the old man to draw six pictures, write the names of Winni and his group, and then give them to them.

The children happily accepted it, and Bird was very serious and said, "I think this can be regarded as an intangible cultural heritage? So I want to preserve it well, or it will become a treasure in many years."

"If you want to keep a heirloom, then I have something else to give to you." Qin Shiou smiled and led the group forward. He said, "Let your eyes widen, the road to Chinese folk art has officially set off!"

He is not an exaggeration. After walking forward for less than two steps, there is a candy blower stall.

It happened that the stall owner was blowing a big lobster, and the orange sugar juice was quickly shaped into shape. Shirley and the four children were screaming.

Winnie smiled with her arms, "This is Kyoto folk craft, right? I saw some when I was in Kyoto. It was very cool. I even had the idea of ​​being such an artist at that time."

Qin Shiou swept all the way. He gave a copy of flower art, rice carving, bone carving, dough sculpture, sugar painting, dough manipulator, paper cutting, porcelain carving, etc. as long as he could make a short time, he gave a copy to the people around him.

The road was crowded and slowly finally reached the southernmost exit of the market. Qin Shiou swept a lot of sweat. In the middle of winter, he was so hot that he was sweating heavily. The market was so valuable this year that he didn't need to take a sauna.

The children's faces were red with excitement. Their schoolbags were filled with porcelain carvings, paper-cutting, face-guards and other small things. Shirley said enthusiastically: "Can we bring them back to the farewell island? Then we will organize a class to tell those country bumpkins about Chinese art."

Qin Shiou said of course it was OK. He was about to give advice to the children, but suddenly a woman's howling sounded in front of him, and the people in front squeezed back, leaving a clearing space.

"Are you fighting?" Qin Shiou frowned. He grabbed Shirley to protect her and let the children stand together.

There are too many people in the year, and it is inevitable to bump into each other, and sometimes conflicts will arise. However, in most cases, everyone is more restrained. After all, it is New Year's Eve, and it is not good to fight on such a festive day.

The people around him talked in groups of three or three. Qin Shiou heard that it was not a fight. He squeezed forward and looked at it. He saw a woman in her sixties sitting on the ground crying, holding a small cotton hat in her hand and cried, "...Where is my grandson? Woo, wuwu, the grandson is gone? Who saw my soldiers? Well, tell me, wuwu, my grandson, wuwu, where has he gone..."

A middle-aged man in a suit next to him asked anxiously: "Don't cry, don't cry first, when will it disappear? Ah? Tell me quickly!"

The woman was obviously panicked, holding the little cotton hat and crying bitterly, keeping her whispering, "The grandson is gone."

A young man took out his cell phone and said, "Is the child abducted? Call the police quickly? Is the child abducted?"

Some people around him were anxiously asking, but the woman was only concerned about crying. The middle-aged man shook her. She woke up and grabbed the middle-aged man and asked, "Brother, have you seen my soldiers? I'm over three years old, so tall, so fat..."

The middle-aged man in the suit shook the woman's hand and shouted, "When did you lose the child? You should make it clear."

The woman cried, "It's just a while. I bought the stickers. After I bought them, my grandson disappeared. I asked the people around me, saying that they were taken to the south by a young man, so I hurried to chase them, but there was no..."

There were people around us discussing each other in groups, but there were too many people here. Who noticed whether anyone was holding a two or three-year-old child? Even if you noticed, it was normal, and there were more people who brought their children to the market.

The middle-aged man in the suit sighed and said, "This is a mess. You said you didn't call you here earlier and then call the police quickly. I hope it's time."

Winnie squeezed up and reached out to grab Qin Shiou, and asked in panic: "What's wrong?"

Qin Shiou said hatefully: "Damn it, I really made my mom say it right. There was a trafficker in the New Year, and the old lady's grandson was taken away!"

"Oh my God, why is this happening? These bastards!" Winnie's pretty face turned pale, "What should I do? Hurry up and help find the child."

The woman cried and got up, looking around and shouting her grandson's name. The people around her asked each other, but there was no clue at all.

Qin Shiou was moved when she saw the woman crying in despair. Bird hugged Hu Zi and asked, "Boss, what's the problem?"

Seeing Hu Zi who was almost silly, Qin Shiou felt aroused. (To be continued, please search Piaotianwen, the novel is better and faster!
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