I trade in both worlds

"Xuxu, what do you think of this sugar painting? Isn't it interesting?" Xu Ziqing said, pointing at the sugar painting vendor.

Xu Xu nodded and couldn't help but buy a sugar painting for each of the children.

"This sugar painting is really special. We want to record this scene so that modern netizens can also see how real sugar paintings are made." Xu Ziqing said as he adjusted the angle of the camera.

Xu Ziqing and Xu Xu excitedly moved among the crowd, capturing every wonderful moment with their small cameras.

They took pictures of the hawkers shouting their wares, the customers carefully selecting their products, some with their heads down in thought, some bargaining with the hawkers, with different expressions on their faces.

Every shot is full of the breath of life and the unique charm of the ancient market.

They came to a handicraft stall, which was filled with beautifully embroidered purses, delicately carved wooden combs, and flowers made of colorful silk. Every piece was irresistible.

Xu Xu was attracted by a purse embroidered with a butterfly. She picked it up and admired it carefully, while Xu Ziqing recorded this beautiful moment with a camera.

"Sister Qing, look at this purse. The embroidery is so delicate that the butterflies on it look alive." Xu Xu picked up a purse embroidered with butterflies and admired it carefully.

"I think your embroidery is better." Xu Ziqing whispered while recording this beautiful moment with a camera: "The handicrafts here are really exquisite. We should take more videos."

After leaving the stall, Xu Ziqing sighed: "Even the things on a roadside stall are so exquisitely made, I wonder how exquisite the things used by the rich and powerful would be."

The two were walking and talking, and when they passed an alley, they faintly heard the sound of a loom.

Xu Ziqing asked curiously: "What is that sound?"

"It sounds like the sound of a loom." Xu Xu replied casually.

"Loom?" Xu Ziqing excitedly pulled Xu Xu and said, "Come on, let's go and see if we can take a video of weaving."

They followed the sound of a loom to the gate of a small courtyard. Looking through the wide-open gate, they saw an old woman weaving cloth on a traditional loom in her yard.

Xu Ziqing and Xu Xu came forward curiously and carefully observed the old woman's weaving process.

The old woman's technique was skillful and delicate. She stepped on the pedal of the loom with her foot and pulled the shuttle with her hand.

Xu Ziqing and Xu Xu were deeply moved by the scene. They adjusted the camera to record the whole process of the old woman weaving.

In the camera, the old woman's technique, the operation of the loom, and the interweaving of warp and weft, a piece of cloth gradually takes shape, full of traditional charm and the breath of life.

Her face was filled with concentration and tranquility, as if the whole world was immersed in the sound of her weaving and she could no longer hear or see anything in the outside world.

Xu Ziqing was deeply moved by the scene, and they used a camera to record the entire process of the old woman weaving.

It was unknown how long it had passed before the old woman realized that there were strangers standing in her yard. She looked at them cautiously, "Who are you?"

Xu Ziqing said apologetically, "Excuse me, Auntie. I was just passing by and saw that the cloth you were weaving was so beautiful that I couldn't help but come in and take a look."

The old lady smiled, with gentle wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, full of traces of time: "I learned to weave from my mother when I was seven or eight years old. I have been weaving for decades. If I still can't weave well, then my life would be in vain."

After leaving the courtyard, Xu Ziqing said happily: "It is really rare to be able to take pictures of such traditional skills today."

Xu Ziqing decided that he would edit the weaving video first after returning. This video, which would restore the most traditional weaving technique, must be given priority.

Before they knew it, it was already noon and their stomachs began to growl. Xu Xu looked around and saw a steaming food stall not far away, which was full of people.

Xu Xu pointed at the stall and asked, "Sister Qing, there is food over there. I wonder what kind of food they sell."

"Let's go and take a look." Xu Ziqing walked over quickly.

She was so hungry that she could swallow a cow. She didn't care what they were selling, as long as she could eat it.

When I arrived at the stall, I saw that it was a dumpling stall. The stall owner was an amiable old man. He skillfully stirred the pot with the big spoon in his hand, and the plump white dumplings floated to the surface.

The two found a simple wooden table and sat down. Xu Ziqing smiled and said to Xu Xu, "Seeing that this dumpling stall is doing so well, I think the food must be delicious."

Xu Xu nodded in agreement, with anticipation glittering in his eyes, "Yeah, I'm starving."

Soon, two bowls of steaming dumplings were served in front of him. Xu Ziqing took a bite and found that the dumplings were thin in skin, tender in filling, and delicious in soup, which made him linger in the aftertaste.

Xu Xu gently blew away the heat, took a small sip and praised it highly, "Mm, these dumplings are really delicious, with thin skin and large fillings, and the soup is delicious too."

Xu Ziqing seemed even more generous. She ate the dumplings in big mouthfuls, not even bothering to wipe the soup that splashed on the corners of her mouth. She was very hungry and decided to eat her fill first.

Seeing this, Xu Xu smiled and handed her a handkerchief: "Look at you, wipe it first."

Xu Xu took the handkerchief, wiped the corners of his mouth with a smile, and responded: "It's because I'm too hungry. You should eat quickly too."

Xu Ziqing smiled and said, "Okay."

There was a bustling crowd and hawking sounds around them, but the two of them only had eyes for this bowl of delicious dumplings.

After eating and drinking, Xu Ziqing began to look around.

She saw a young scholar standing at the bookstall diagonally opposite, flipping through a book, his eyes full of desire for knowledge.

Right in front of us is a cloth stall selling cloth of various colors, which is dazzling.

There was a flower stall at the corner in front, and next to it sat an old lady selling candied haws, looking at the children in front of the stall with a smile.

The ancient bazaar filled with the smell of fireworks is still bustling with people.

Just as they were immersed in their filming, a sudden sound broke their silence.

Xu Ziqing looked over there and saw a group of people gathered together. She asked curiously, "What are they doing over there?"

Xu Xu glanced at it and replied, "That's where the storyteller is telling stories. He tells stories there every time there is a market."

Xu Ziqing pulled Xu Xu over, but unfortunately there were too many people watching and she couldn't squeeze in at all.

At this moment, the storyteller was telling a legendary story in a vivid and colorful voice, with ups and downs in his voice, which was fascinating.

They were deeply attracted by the story, and in order to film the storyteller telling the story, Xu Ziqing squeezed her way to the front.