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- Taijiang, Temple Back Street.
This old street located behind the Town God's Temple has a long history.
In the early years, there were many shops in Miaohou Street, and there were many pawnshops, second-hand shops, calligraphy and painting shops, etc.
Later, it gradually became an antique cultural and entertainment street in Taijiang City.
It is similar to Panjiayuan in Beijing.
At four o'clock in the morning, before dawn, Yue Heng came to Miaohou Street.
He came here so early to visit the ghost market in the back street of the temple.
The name of the ghost market is passed down from the capital, and it is a unique street stall culture.
People in the old capital said ghost market, one means that there are ghosts in the market, and there are many fake, unknown and illegal things in the city.
Second, the ghost market opened in the early morning, and as soon as the sky was brightened, it dissipated naturally like the morning breeze blowing fog, coming and going without a trace, and no one organized or managed it.
Like wild onions in the wasteland, no one knows how they grew there, and how they grew so big.
The same is true of the ghost market in Miaohou Street.
Ghost markets don't happen every day, Yue Heng asked the old man who lived in Miaohou Street to know the exact time.
Under the dim street lights, large and small stalls lined up along the old street.
There are many small charging lamps on the stalls.
However, the stall owner dimmed the lights, barely able to illuminate his own seat.
Seen from a distance, the figure is indistinct, as if shrouded in a layer of mist.
It's very flavorful.
Most people who come to the ghost market like Yue Heng bring their own flashlights or use the flashlight of their mobile phones to illuminate them.
Don't say it, it's quite lively here at this time.
However, no one was making loud noises, and everyone obeyed the rules tacitly. Whether it was bargaining or negotiating and chatting, try to keep the volume down.
It was the first time for Yue Heng to visit the ghost market.
So he just looked but didn't ask, only listened but didn't speak.
Mixed with the crowds coming and going, we walked around Miaohou Street slowly.
I probably feel a little bit down in my heart.
Yue Heng squatted down in front of a street stall.
There are some old porcelain, bronze wares, and jade ornaments on this stall.
The stall owner is a black and thin middle-aged man.
He grinned, showing a mouthful of charred and uneven smoker teeth: "Young man, what do you want to buy?"
All the stalls in the ghost market are human beings.
It is their basic professional skills to talk about people when they see people, and to talk about people when they see ghosts.
If it is those customers who come frequently, the stall owner will not speak at all, and let people choose by themselves.
At such a young age, Yue Heng looked like a rookie with a lot of curiosity.
I don't understand anything, I just watched the video and photos of the ghost city in Kuaiyin or Moments.
Then he hurried over to join in the fun.
Although such rookies often have very little money in their pockets.
But it's also easy to fool.
In line with the professionalism of making a shot, the black and thin man's attitude is still very enthusiastic.
Yue Heng scanned around, pointed to a blue and white jar next to him and asked, "How did you sell this?"
"You really know the goods, do you have a family history?"
The black and thin man narrowed his eyes into slits with a smile: "Yuan blue-and-white peony-patterned jars are made from Jingdezhen kiln. You can't find another one in the whole temple back street. It's a real good thing!"
"Of course the price is also very expensive."
Yue Heng was curious: "How much?"
The black and thin man made a gesture: "One price, 800,000."
Yue Heng shook his head: "I can't afford it."
The black and thin man frowned: "Then give me a price."
Yue Heng pondered for a moment: "Eighty?"
The black and thin man gasped suddenly, his eyeballs almost popping out of his sockets: "Eighty? Are you kidding me, this is Yuan blue and white pot with flowers and peony patterns!"
"All right."
Yue Heng got up and prepared to leave.
"etc."
The black and thin man reached out and picked up his yuan blue and white peony jar, and handed it to Yue Heng: "deal!"
Hold the grass!
Yue Heng took it in a daze.
The black and thin man flashed the payment code at lightning speed: "Scan it."
The rules of the ghost market - bargain without regret.
Yue Heng scanned the QR code in a daze and paid 80 yuan.
black thin man laughingHehe put away the brand - blood earns 68 oceans!
Yue Heng came to his senses, and looked at the jar in his hand speechlessly.
Forget it, take it back and raise a little goldfish.
He shook his head and walked to the booth next door.
The owner of the stall next door is an old man with gray hair, and he smiled when he saw Yue Heng: "Look at whatever you like."
Yue Heng squatted down and put the blue and white jar by his feet.
He looked around, pointed to a dark yellow paperweight and asked, "How do you sell this thing?"
The old stall owner smiled and said, "Boy, you really know how to choose. This one is the treasure of the town stall. It is a Tianhuang stone dragon and tiger paperweight in the Ming Dynasty. Look at the color, the carving, and the pulp"
"It's a bit damaged."
Yue Heng interrupted the other party's eloquence.
A piece of this paperweight is missing, and the dragon tail on it is missing.
The old man didn't change his face: "It's only the damage that shows it's a real old thing, it's not that, what's the matter with that?"
"By the way, that defective product of modern industry!"
Yue Heng thought for a while: "Can I get started?"
"Of course I can."
Yue Heng played with the paperweight for a while.
It is heavy and has a lot of weight.
He put it back in place and asked, "How much?"
The old man said with a smile: "I think you are an expert, please give me a price."
Yue Heng: "Eighty."
The old man almost spurted old blood on the spot.
Coauthor, you are a sledgehammer, eighty, eighty, eighty
Just know eighty!
His head shook like a rattle: "Impossible, totally impossible!"
Although this paperweight is not made of Tianhuang stone at all.
It is indeed a damaged product.
However, the carving and patina of the Ming Dynasty style are not fake.
It is a really old thing.
It's just that there is not much collection value. If it is too high, people don't want it, but if it is too low, it feels like a loss.
It has been a long time since it fell into the hands of the old man.
Yue Heng curled his lips: "I think it's worth eighty, why don't you say a price."
The old man gritted his teeth: "One price, five thousand!"
Conscience of heaven and earth, he really didn't think he was black for this offer.
"make a deal."
Yue Heng scanned the QR code and paid 5,000 yuan with lightning speed.
Then he grabbed the Dragon and Tiger paperweight and stuffed it into his pocket.
Simply leave.
When leaving, Yue Heng did not forget to take the Yuan blue and white peony pattern pot with it.
what's going on?
The old man was completely dumbfounded.
He turned his head to look at the black and thin man next to him.
The latter was equally confused: "Uncle Qin, have you punched your eyes?"
"impossible!"
The old man called Qu: "I asked several people to look at this thing, and it is worth this price at most."
The two looked at each other.
They couldn't figure out why Yue Heng was so happy to take the things away like grabbing a treasure.
After much deliberation, the final guess may be that Yue Heng thought he had picked up a big leak.
That's why I'm so anxious.
It is normal for teenage children to not have full hair growth.
However, after Yue Heng bought the Dragon and Tiger Paperweight, he did not continue to search for treasures in the ghost market.
He was afraid that he couldn't help but laugh out loud!¡ª¡ª
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