Fisherwoman: After my divorce, I became rich by fishing at sea

Chapter 226 Panjiayuan No. 156

As soon as Fu Ming drank the soy milk with a look of enjoyment on his face, Fu Wan quietly moved her tofu pudding from opposite him to his side.

After all, they were in the capital. Before Fu Ming left home, Boss Fu repeatedly told him not to bring shame to Fujia Village. At this moment, these words came to his mind again.

If he vomited at the breakfast stall, would he bring shame to Fujia Village?

Fu Ming was so upset that he could not even cry. He could only endure the nausea and force himself to swallow the soy milk in his mouth with a gritted teeth.

The old man who was watching the fun nearby got what he wanted. After watching Fu Ming's entire face-changing performance, he continued to enjoy his soy milk happily.

Fu Ming didn't have time to condemn the old man. He picked up the tofu pudding next to him and took several mouthfuls, trying to use its taste to cover up the sour smell of the bean juice.

After eating half a bowl of tofu pudding, Fu Ming felt that the taste in his mouth had become much lighter.

He looked at the old man next to him who was smiling at him, and whispered to Fu Wan with his head down.

"Awan, why does this old man like to drink this stuff? It tastes even worse than the pig manure in our village!"

Fu Wan pinched him fiercely, "I'm so curious, hurry up and eat!"

"Every place has its own customs. People here like to drink soy milk, which outsiders cannot accept. Similarly, many things from other places are unacceptable to people here.

Differences in environment lead to differences in diet. If you can accept it, then accept it. If you can't accept it, there's no need to say anything more."

Fu Ming thought this made a lot of sense. The old man sitting next to him was very close, so even though Fu Wan's voice was low, he could still hear a lot.

"Although the young comrade is young, he has a lot of experience!"

Fu Wan was embarrassed and waved her hands and said with a smile: "No, no, that's all nonsense, you are just trying to fool my brother!"

The old man smiled and stopped talking. At this moment, Fu Wan felt the luggage bag at her feet move. She looked down and saw a pair of hands picking up their luggage bag.

"Thief!"

Fu Wan shouted, and Fu Ming reacted immediately, putting down the bowl in his hand and rushing towards the thief.

The thief was a short man. He was chased by the tall Fu Ming and had no chance to fight back. Soon Fu Ming snatched his luggage bag and pinned the thief to the ground so that he couldn't get up.

There are thieves in the capital?!

Their bag is full of ambergris!

The owner of the breakfast stall came up and slapped the man. "I often give you leftover breakfast. How dare you steal from my customers?!"

The man chuckled foolishly, and Fu Wan and Fu Ming realized that he was actually mentally ill.

The breakfast stall owner cursed at the thief and chased him away, then turned around and came out with a bowl in his hand.

"This kid lives nearby. His family used to be wealthy, but he suffered a lot in the past few years and his brain is not very good. I felt sorry for him and sometimes gave him some food. I didn't expect that he would learn to steal now."

The boss sighed again and placed the bowl on Fu Wan and the others' table. "This bowl of soy milk is for you. It'll calm you down!"

The boss put down his bowl and was about to go get busy. Fu Ming and Fu Wan didn't even have time to refuse and could only stare at the soy milk on the table.

……

There is no need for that!

The boss couldn't help laughing when he saw the sudden change in expression on the two men's faces.

"I'm just teasing you guys. This bowl of tofu pudding is for you. This soy milk is from the next table."

Fu Ming and Fu Wan both breathed a sigh of relief. Tofu pudding is good, it’s much better.

After breakfast, the two asked the breakfast stall owner for directions to Panjiayuan. The breakfast stall owner was wondering what they were doing in Panjiayuan, so Fu Wan quickly made up an excuse that they were going to visit relatives, and thus fooled him.

By the way, she also has something to ask her boss.

After learning how to get to Panjiayuan, the two of them packed their luggage and set off.

Fortunately, transportation in Beijing is convenient. Fu Wan and Fu Ming found the bus stop soon and got on the bus to Panjiayuan.

In the 1980s, Panjiayuan was the busiest flea market in Beijing. As soon as the bus arrived at the station, most of the passengers got off. Fu Ming and Fu Wan were basically squeezed off the bus by the crowd.

There were all kinds of people in the crowd, including many like Fu Wan and Fu Ming who were obviously from other places.

There are only two purposes for coming to Panjiayuan: either to sell things or to buy things. Many people want to come and try their luck.

The two of them followed the crowd into the Panjiayuan Market. There were many stalls on both sides. The ground was covered with large and small dry cloths, on which were placed all kinds of antiques, calligraphy and paintings.

It is so dazzling that you can’t take your eyes off it.

"Awan, are these things true?"

Fu Ming really felt that he had broadened his horizons. These things that had to be hidden tightly in the village were now scattered all over the ground.

Fu Wan shook her head, "I can't tell either."

Neither of them is an expert, and the waters here are very deep.

Fu Wan was afraid that Fu Ming might have other thoughts, so she quickly pulled him aside and said, "Brother, get down to business."

They came here to sell ambergris, not to buy antiques.

Fu Ming slapped his forehead, almost forgetting the important matter. "Uncle Feng, what number was it in Panjiayuan?"

"No. 156 Panjiayuan!"

"Yes, yes, number 156..."

The two then realized that there were no house numbers behind the stalls on both sides. When they walked further, to a place behind the market where there were not many people, they saw a small alley with a big tree next to it. Under the tree, an old man was dozing off in a rocking chair.

Fu Wan and Fu Ming looked at each other, and then they walked towards the alley in tacit understanding.

Even though the two of them deliberately walked lightly, the old man on the recliner next to them still sat up straight.

"Who?!"

There was no one else around, so Fu Wan walked over and said softly, "Hello, comrade. We're here to visit relatives. I didn't expect to bother you. Sorry."

The old man didn't even raise his eyelids. "Which family are you looking for?"

"No. 156 Panjiayuan, we're looking for Mr. Ning San."

As soon as Fu Wan finished speaking, the old man thought for a moment. Just when Fu Wan thought he had fallen asleep again, the old man moved his hand and pointed to the other side of the alley.

"Go there, don't wander around."

Fu Wan thanked him and pulled Fu Ming towards the direction the strange old man pointed.

The two of them quickly passed the entrance of the alley, which was lined with houses. Fu Wan approached and looked at the number plates in front of the houses.

“153, 154, 155, 157!?”

It's strange, there is no No. 156 here. If Fu Wan didn't have great faith in Feng Ji's character, she would have suspected that he was playing tricks on her.

"Awan, did we remember it wrong?"

Fu Ming wiped the sweat from his forehead, looking a little anxious.

They can't make this trip in vain!

"Impossible. I remember it clearly. It must be No. 156 Panjiayuan."

Just then, a small door behind Fu Wan opened and a tall man walked out.

The man had an ordinary face, and his clothes could hardly hide his strong muscles. He was obviously a martial artist.

"Are you the guests that the Third Master mentioned?"

Fu Wan wasn't sure if he was talking about her, so she asked tentatively, "Is it Third Master Ning?"

"We're looking for Mr. Ning San, who lives at No. 156 Panjiayuan."

"That's it, come with me."