. "Sold out?" Xian Wei stared at the empty wooden barrel with a feeling of dreaming. He didn't believe that those wild fish would be sold, and even if someone sold them, they would not be sold so quickly.

Peng Wen took out the thirty dollars he had sold fish just now in his pocket and said with a smile: "One dollar a day, you count."

"Good, that's awesome!" Xian Wei sighed with a smile on his face.

"Kid, will you come again next week?" the old man selling antiques on the right asked curiously.

"It should be here! What's wrong? Uncle, did you buy it?" Peng Wen asked with a smile when he saw a hint of expectation on the old man's face.

The old man nodded: "If you come, leave me a few, so it's okay for me to be idle."

"Okay! I'll leave you a few when I come." Peng Wen said with a smile.

"Okay, let's just say that. You bring me a few next time you come." The old man took out a jade pendant about the size of an eraser in his pocket, handed it to Peng Wen, and said, "This is what I bought from, so just treat it as a deposit!"

Peng Wen took the jade pendant and suddenly a faint coolness came into his fingers. The jade pendant turned yellow in color, and looked like it had just been unearthed. There was a blue dragon carved on the front, a phoenix on the back, and a few characters that he couldn't understand were written on it.

Peng Wen did not study the jade pendant, but he could feel that this jade pendant should be a good thing.

"Uncle, this is too expensive, you might as well take it back!" A gentleman loves money and gets it well, and Peng Wen doesn't want this thing that does not belong to him.

The old man shook his head and smiled, saying, "It's not worth the most, it's worth the price of two fish." The old man said as he put away a few jade pendants on the ground and said lightly, "It's time to have lunch, and I, the old man, should go home too. Kid, remember to come next week."

Seeing that the old man was determined, Peng Wen had to put the jade pendant in his pocket and then said goodbye to the old man.

Peng Wen's aunt is teaching in Experimental Middle School. The Experimental Middle School is still seven or eight miles away from Changping Market. It is already around 12 o'clock now, and Peng Wen plans to go out to Changping Market to find a pedal tricycle so that it can be faster.

Peng Wen carried the bucket and walked side by side with Xianwei to the outside of Changping Market.

Little did he know that a young man of eighteen or nineteen years old quietly followed him.

"Wait for both of you!" Peng Wen and Xianwei walked into an alley and heard a sound behind him.

Peng Wen turned around and saw that this person was eighteen or nineteen years old, with bright eyes and a fierce look on his face. He saw that this person was either a traitor or a thief.

"Is there anything wrong?" Xian Wei also saw that this person was not a good person, so he asked angrily.

The young man smiled slightly and said, "It's nothing, I just have no food to eat. I want to borrow two of my buddies to spend it." An authentic Northeast accent.

Xianwei smiled disdainfully, took out a pack of three-dollar hard box in his pocket, took out one and clicked it on his own, and said with a smile: "Oh, what's going on with this guy? You want to rob money!"

The young man was stunned and then smiled and said, "This brother, you can't say that. I'm just here, I'm not familiar with the place and have no money to eat. Can I lend it to my brother? I'll give it back to you if I have money in the future."

Although Xianwei is seventeen years old, he is comparable to the young man in front of him. Moreover, he is quite fierce in fighting. He is also a well-known figure in Chengqian Middle School. Will Xianwei be afraid of this Northeastern person?

Xian Wei rolled up his sleeves, snorted coldly, and said, "It sounds nice. When you get rich, I will be the Chinese Bill Gates. I have seen a lot of people like you. Don't want money or have fists. Do you want it?"

The young man's expression was very bad. Obviously, Xian Wei's words angered him. Then the young man shouted angrily: "Yaya, my Zhang Kun is also a famous figure in our Gada. I didn't expect that today's tigers will fall into the sun. Today, you will give it to it, and even if you don't give it to it." As he said that, he ran to Xian Wei, clenched his right fist, and hit Xian Wei.

"Zhang Kun? The name is so familiar!" Peng Wen shuddered. Zhang Kun is the boss of the Black Club in the future, and even the surrounding counties and cities. This person is very loyal, and both black and white are human, and it can be said that he covers the sky with one hand.

"Stop!" Peng Wen shouted as the two were about to fight together.

Zhang Kun and Xian Wei were stunned at the same time, and they looked at Peng Wen in confusion.

Peng Wen walked up with a wooden barrel, took out twenty dollars in his pocket, and then handed it to Zhang Kun, saying, "I don't have much money, I can only try my best to help you, saying that it's not worth it to make a fortune for this little money."

"Wenwen, are you stupid?" Xian Wei shouted at Peng Wen in anger. He didn't understand why Peng Wen gave Zhang Kun the twenty yuan. You have to know that twenty yuan is not a small amount!

Peng Wen smiled slightly and said nothing, stuffing the money into Zhang Kun's hands.

Zhang Kun was also stunned. He actually knew that he had encountered a robbery when he said he had borrowed money before. But Zhang Kun didn't understand why this child gave him twenty yuan? At the same time, Zhang Kun felt a little inexplicably moved.

"Let's go!" Peng Wen held the wooden barrel in one hand and pulled Xian Wei away from the alley with the other.

"Wenwen, why did you give him money? Do you think I can't beat him? Brother, that's twenty yuan! You gave it to someone you don't know for no reason. I really doubt if there is something wrong with your head." Xian Wei did not expect that the pedestrians on the road cursed loudly.

Peng Wen smiled slightly and said, "Although twenty yuan is more, it is not as important as making friends with him."

"He?" Xianwei smiled disdainfully: "What's the important thing about a gangster who can't make it in the Northeast and runs to us?"

Peng Wen shrugged and said meaningfully: "I have a premonition that his name will resound throughout the city within two years."

Xianwei sighed and said, "That's twenty yuan! I only sold thirty fish today, and you squandered twenty yuan at once."

Peng Wen smiled, took out the thirty dollars of fish sold in his pocket and shook it in front of Xianwei: "Everyone is here."

Xian Wei was stunned and asked hurriedly: "What's going on? Didn't you say that your family would give you fifteen yuan? Where did you get so much money?"

Peng Wen had to be honest and said that he had picked up fifty dollars. Even so, Xi Wei was still very dissatisfied with Peng Wen's way of giving Zhang Kun the twenty dollars.

Peng Wen spent one dollar on the side of the road to rent a pedal tricycle. Changping Market is on the north side of Z City and Experimental Middle School is on the south side. Fortunately, it is a small downhill to the south. If it is uphill, no one will agree.

Ten minutes later, Peng Wen took a tricycle to Experimental Middle School. The gate of Experimental Middle School was facing west. Because today was Sunday, the school was very quiet. Peng Wen called his sister-in-law at the convenience store at the school gate. From time to time, a woman with eyes from twenty-five to six years old came out.

"Second Aunt!" Peng Wen and Xian Wei shouted in unison.

Peng Wen's aunt is Peng Jinglian, and now she teaches art in Experimental Middle School. After getting married a few years, she opened a kindergarten by herself. Of course, this is a story later.

"Why are you here so late?" Peng Jinglian asked with a smile, touching Peng Wen's head, and then said hello to the guard and took Peng Wen and Xian Wei into the school.

The teacher’s dormitory is very simple, two people have a house with a lot of books in the room, and the only other household appliances are a small semiconductor radio.

Peng Jinglian poured two glasses of water and asked with concern: "Have you eaten?"

"Not yet!" Peng Wen said.

Peng Jinglian stood up and said, "Let's go to have dinner first."

"No, we ate when we came. We ate breakfast late, and we are not hungry yet." Xian Wei said with a smile.

"Okay, I'll take you out for food when you're hungry." Peng Jinglian asked Peng Wen: "Wenwen, I heard your father say you have something to ask me for?"

Peng Wen took out the Inuyasha he drew in his schoolbag and handed it to Peng Jinglian, saying, "Aunt, how about you?"

Peng Jinglian took the picture book and was stunned when she opened it. She was painting. She knew that painting could not be practiced overnight, but Peng Wen did it, and she was very good at painting. Drawing is not just the simplest of characters. It is easier to draw than characters. The key is the background. It is difficult to integrate the characters into the environment to have the feeling of being immersive. Peng Jinglian thought she could not do it. What is even more commendable is that this comic is still telling a story, which is completely different from other comics.

"You drew it?" Peng Jinglian's shocked face was filled with unconcealed surprise.

Peng Wen nodded with a smile: "I've been free to draw it. I want to ask if this kind of comic can be serialized?"

Peng Jinglian took a deep breath and tried to calm down her excitement. She couldn't help but touch Peng Wen's head: "Little guy, it's quite awesome!"

Peng Wen smiled.

Peng Jinglian looked through two more pages and said, "You can keep it first, I'll find someone to see it. It's a bit difficult to serialize it."

"Difficult?" Peng Wen was stunned and asked hurriedly: "Can't the difficulty be serialized?"

Peng Jinglian shook her head and said uncertainly: "The comics that we now serialize in China include satirical comics, humorous comics, educational comics, and promotional comics, but there are very few of them you draw. I have never heard of serialized ones."

"Let's do it! I'll look for relationships and see the situation. It's really not possible to post it abroad. There are similar comic serials abroad." Peng Jinglian said after thinking for a moment.

Peng Wen nodded and said seriously: "Two months, only two months, success or failure is here."

Peng Jinglian was stunned and asked in confusion: "What two months?"

"No, what I mean is that if I can serialize it in two months, I will continue to draw it. If I can't, forget it." It's September, which means that the real Inuyasha will be released in two months. Only by taking the lead is the original version. Once Inuyasha is released, what can I do if the serialized version is released? In the eyes of others, it is very likely that I will be prosecuted.

"That's not possible! You must persevere when you paint so well. It is a good thing to make money. Even if you can't, just treat it as a training session. Have you heard it?" Peng Jinglian's face changed and she instructed.

Peng Wen nodded helplessly.

Peng Wen looked at the time. It was already past one o'clock and it was getting late. Peng Wen said goodbye to Peng Jinglian and Xianwei for a trip. Originally, Peng Jinglian planned to take Peng Wen and Xianwei to eat delicious food, but was rejected by Peng Wen.

After leaving the Experimental Middle School, Peng Wen and Xianwei boarded a tricycle and came to the bus station. The bus was at two o'clock. At this time, Peng Wen and Xianwei ate casually at the street stall at the station. After two o'clock, they boarded the return bus.
Chapter completed!