Xiangjiang in the 1980s really has nothing to do with Zhang Lang.

I am used to seeing the tall buildings in later generations, like jungles made of steel and cement.

The towering buildings are cages poured by steel and cement, locking people firmly in the cages.

Zhang Lang has long been tired of life in the city. He feels that the people living in the city are all impetuous and their steps are all empty.

But Tang Feifei doesn't think so. She is full of interest in the skyscrapers on both sides of the street and has a strong curiosity about various shops.

How powerful a woman’s fighting power is in shopping is fully reflected in Tang Feifei.

When leaving home, Tang Feifei kept blaming Zhang Lang for being too crazy, making her legs weak.

But when it comes to the street, there is no sign of weak legs at all. Zhang Lang himself feels weak legs, and Tang Feifei becomes more and more energetic as he visits.

While walking around, Tang Feifei suddenly pulled him down.

"What's wrong?"

"Shh... look!" Tang Feifei pointed at the entrance of a shopping mall in front.

Zhang Lang looked over and felt as light as a swallow, and he was silent for three minutes for Duan Hu.

This person is afraid of comparing. Zhang Lang doesn't feel tired either. It's better for his wife to just look at it.

Duan Hu was holding seven or eight handbags in one hand, three or four bags hanging around his neck, and following his sister-in-law with sweat on her head.

"If you die, I will not die. Brother Huzi will hold on! Brother Wang is optimistic about you!" Zhang Lang prayed in his heart.

"Wife, I'll take you to Temple Street! It's so lively there!" In order to protect the hard-won world of two, Zhang Lang was preparing to fight in Kowloon.

The two of them took a taxi to Yau Ma Tei. Temple Street is a gathering place for small vendors, including clothing, handicrafts, tea sets, jadeware, antiques, and even cheap electronic products.

There are also many fortune telling and photo-viewing stalls near Tianhou Temple, as well as Cantonese opera performances, and some people who are playing with their talents.

It is a place to shop and stroll and a tourist attraction.

There are many stalls selling special snacks on Temple Street, which happened to solve the lunch there.

You should know that it has been more than three hours since the morning and now, and it has been more than one o'clock and the two of them have not eaten yet.

When they arrived at Temple Street, the two found a seafood food stall and enjoyed a seafood meal that was affordable and affordable.

I started shopping in the afternoon, and not long after, Zhang Lang began to regret coming to Temple Street.

A summary of the powerful Internet in later generations, women have the potential to be a shopping boy. Women who don’t like shopping only have one willingness and no money.

In the morning, I visited high-end shopping malls, and the prices of the goods were relatively high. Tang Feifei, who was considerate and virtuous, was reluctant to buy them. In the afternoon, the things on the stalls on Temple Street could be said to be of good quality and low price. Tang Feifei's shopping crazy characteristics began to occur.

"Husband, husband! Look at this doll so cute!..." Tang Feifei blinked her beautiful big eyes and looked at Zhang Lang.

"Buy!" At this time, no man can refuse his woman's request.

"Husband, look at this dress is so beautiful!"

"purchase!"

"Husband, look at this watch is so cheap!"

"purchase!"

"husband,……"

"purchase!"

"husband,……"

"purchase!"

"Hate! They say that the cripple who plays the erhu is so pitiful! They have no legs anymore... and they are still coming out to make a living!"

"oh!"

"Let's give him some money!"

"You are so kind, wife! You have the final say..." Zhang Lang nodded readily.

Although the so-called disabled person under Zhang Lang's consciousness had healthy limbs, Zhang Lang didn't want to expose it and wipe out his wife's sex.

Not halfway through the temple street, Zhang Lang found that he was not as good as Duan Hu. He had twenty or thirty bags in his hand, so he secretly put a lot of them into the storage ring.

"Husband, look at this incense burner as the one I bought last time!"

"If you like it, let's buy it! Just make a pair!" Zhang Lang looked rich and arrogant.

The little vendor selling antiques just wanted to laugh, "This mainland boy is so stupid and cute. Do you think it's a vase, and you're going to have a pair! Well! I'm so sorry for him if I don't slaughter him hard."

"How much does this cost for the boss?" Everyone says that Beijing dialect is closer to Mandarin.

Tang Feifei's Beijing dialect with a little Northeast voice is infinitely close to Mandarin.

So small vendors can understand it.

"This, the beautiful girl has vision! I told this incense burner has a origin, this is Xuande furnace! Do you know the Xuande furnace? Don't you know? Then that's easy!"

The vendors selling antiques in the world can speak vernacular, and the same is true in Xiangjiang.

Tang Feifei listened to where the vendors were telling stories, and she listened very enthusiastically.

Zhang Lang stood aside and listened quietly, without interrupting him. As long as his wife was happy, everything would be easy to say.

When the vendor spoke, Tang Feifei asked, "How much does it cost?"

The small vendor took the opportunity to drink water and moisten his throat, "Look at how beautiful you are, I'll give you a little cheaper! That's ten thousand yuan!"

"Boss, it seems a bit expensive! And what you said just now seems to be a little wrong! Emperor Xuande was the emperor of the Ming Dynasty, and it has only been more than 500 years. How could you say more than 1,000 years? Forget it, look at what you said so wonderfully, I want this incense burner for 500 yuan!"

The small vendor almost spit out blood.

After all, you are listening to the story.

Zhang Lang wanted to laugh, and his wife was dignified and virtuous, and there was a little devil's heart hidden.

The small vendor wanted to get angry, so he looked at Zhang Lang standing behind Tang Feifei. He was wearing an old military uniform and burly figure. He knew at a glance that he was not a good person. He had been hanging around on the temple street since he was a child, so he still had this little vision.

Looking at myself, my arms that were not much thicker than the skeleton, the vendor decided to endure it.

"Beautiful girl, there is no such bargaining price. This is Xuande Lunch. What I give you is the real price. Forget it, who made me feel soft when I see the beautiful girl? Five thousand, five thousand, you can take it away!"

"Boss! I think it's not easy for you! Let's do this, I'll add fifty or five hundred and five hundred! If I don't sell it, I'll leave!"

Zhang Lang almost laughed out loud, and suddenly realized that it was interesting to see his wife bargaining.

"No, no! I have to pay a lot of money for your price! Beautiful girl, I haven't opened from morning to night yet! I'll take another step back, three thousand, three thousand, you can take it away!"

"Five hundred and five!"

"Two thousand five! No more missing!"

"Five hundred and five!"

"Sister, please add some! This price is really not good!" The small vendor was almost crying.

"Five hundred and eight!"

“…………”

"Wu Baiba!"

“…………”

"Five hundred and five!"

"Sister, why did you take it to the descending place?!"

"I'm thirsty when I tell you the price, so I'm thirty, even if the boss invites me to have tea."

"……………” The vendor really cried.

Zhang Langxian was bored and observed the vendor's stall with his spiritual sense, and suddenly felt his eyes lit up.

"Wife, this guy is not easy! I think I'll give him six hundred!"

"Thank you, this brother! Thank you, this brother!"

"But you have to make something! Or..."

The vendor drew a pen and said, "Okay! Look at these things, you can pick one of them!"

"The boss is so happy! Give me this six hundred, I want this!"
Chapter completed!