I Returned From Star Sea

2021-07-27

  Chapter 29 Ghost Market   Taijiang, Miaohou Street.

This old street behind the Chenghuang Temple has a long history.

In the early years, shops in Miaohou Street stood in great numbers, gathering a lot of pawnshops, thrift shops, calligraphy and painting shops and so on.

Later, it gradually became an antique Wenwan street in Taijiang City.

Similar to Panjiayuan in Beijing.

At four o'clock in the morning, before dawn, Yue Heng came to Miaohou Street.

He came so early to visit the ghost market in the backstreet of the temple.

The name of the ghost market is passed down from the capital, and it is a unique stall culture.

The people in the old capital said that the ghost market, first, refers to the ghosts in the city, fake things, unknown origins and illegal things.

The Erlai Ghost Market opened in the early morning, and it disappeared naturally as soon as the morning breeze blows the fog.

Like wild onions in the wasteland, no one knows how it grew there, how it grew so big.

The ghost market in Miaohou Street is also similar.

Ghost markets are not what every day all has. Yue Heng asked Senior who lives on Miaohou Street to know the exact time.

Under the dim street lights, large and small stalls lined up along the old street.

Many stalls have small charging lamps.

But the stall owner dimmed the lights, so he could barely illuminate his seat.

From a distance, the silhouette is chuchu, as if shrouded in a layer of mist.

It's so flavorful.

And people like Yue Heng who come to the ghost market mostly bring their own flashlights or use mobile phone flashes for lighting.

Don't say, it's quite lively here at this time.

But no one is loud and noisy. Everyone follows the rules tacitly. Whether it is bargaining or negotiating and chatting, keep the volume down as much as possible.

It is the first time Yue Heng has visited the ghost market.

So he just can't ask, just listen.

Mixed in the to-and-fro crowd, I wandered slowly in the back street of the temple.

My heart is probably a bit bottomed.

Yue Heng squatted down in front of a stall.

There are some old porcelain, bronzes, and jade stone ornaments on this stall.

The stall owner is a black and thin middle-aged man.

He grinned openly, and took out a mouthful of burnt and uneven smoked ghost teeth: "young man, what do you want to buy?"

All the stalls in the ghost market are all human beings .

Talking to people and talking nonsense to people are their basic professional skills.

If it is a frequent customer, then the stall owner will not speak at all, letting people choose from among themselves.

At such a young age, Yue Heng is a curious rookie.

I don't know anything, I just watched the ghost market video photos in Kuaiyin or Moments.

Then hurriedly ran to join in the fun.

Such rookies often have very little money in their pockets.

But it's easy to fool around.

In line with the professional spirit of having a date and not having a shot, the attitude of the black and thin man is still very enthusiastic.

Yue Heng swept around, pointed to a blue and white jar next to it and asked: "How is this sold?"

"You really know the goods, don't you have a family history?"

The thin black man smiled so that his eyes were narrowed: "Yuan blue and white peony pattern jar, from the Jingdezhen kiln. You can’t find a second one in the back street of the temple. It’s a real good thing. Ah!"

"Of course the price is very expensive."

Yue Heng was curious: "How much?"

The black and thin man made a gesture: " The price is 800,000 yuan."

Yue Heng shook his head: "Can't afford it."

The thin black man frowned: "Then you give me a price."

Yue Heng pondered for a moment: "Eighty?"

The thin black man suddenly sucked in a breath of cold air, his eyes almost glaring out of his sockets: "Eighty? What are you kidding me? This is a Yuan blue and white jar with flowers and peony patterns!"

"Okay."

Yue Heng got up and prepared to leave.

"Wait."

The thin black man picked up his Yuan blue and white peony pattern pot, and handed it to Yue Heng: "Deal!"

Hold the grass!

Yue Heng took it ignorantly.

The black and thin man showed the receipt code at a speed that was too fast to cover one's ears whilst stealing a bell: "Sweep it."

The rules of the ghost market-bargaining No regrets.

Yue Heng scanned the code and paid 80 yuan.

The black and thin man laughed and puts away the sign-blood earns 68 oceans!

Yue Heng woke up, silently glanced at the jar in his hand.

Forget it, take it back and raise a little goldfish.

He shook his head and walked to the booth next door.

The stall owner next door is a hair grey-white old man. He laughed when he saw Yue Heng: "Look at whatever you like."

Yue Heng squatted down and put the blue and white jar At the feet.

He looked around, pointed to a dark yellow paperweight and asked: "How do I sell this thing?"

The old man stallholder smiled and said, "Young man, you really I will choose, this is the treasure of the town stall, the Tianhuangshi Dragon-Tiger paperweight of the Ming Dynasty. Look at the color, the carving, and the pulp..."

"It's a bit badly damaged."

Yue Heng interrupted the other party's talk.

This paperweight is missing a piece, and the dragon tail on it is missing.

old man face doesn't change: "The damage means that it is a real old object, not that. What is that?"

"By the way, that modern industrial one?"

Defective product!"

Yue Heng thought for a while: "Can I get started?"

"Of course I can."

Yue Heng took the paperweight Played a bit.

Heavy and heavy.

He put it back and asked: "How much is it?"

The old man said with a smile: "I think you are an expert, you can give me a price."

Yue Heng: "Eighty."

The old man almost spit out old blood on the spot.

Co-author, you are a sledgehammer, eighty, eighty, eighty...

You know eighty!    His head shook like a rattle: "Impossible, completely impossible!"

Although this paperweight is not Tianhuang stone at all.

It is indeed damaged.

But the carving and patina of the Ming Dynasty style are not fake.

It’s really an old thing.

It’s just that there is not much collection value. People don’t want it if it is high, and it feels bad if it is low.

It's been a long time since it was in the hands of the old man.

Yue Heng twitched his lips: "I think it's worth 80, or you can say a price."

The old man gritted his teeth: "A price, five thousand!"

Heaven and earth conscience, he really didn't think he was black at this price.

"Deal."

Yue Heng paid 5,000 yuan for scanning the code at a speed that could not cover one's ears whilst stealing a bell.

Then grab the Dragon-Tiger paperweight and plug it into the pocket.

Let's go straight away.

When leaving, Yue Heng did not forget to take away the Yuan blue and white peony pattern pot.

What's the situation? The   old man was completely dumbfounded.

He turned his head and looked towards the thin black man beside him.

The latter is also dumbfounded: "Uncle Qin, did you punch the eye?"

"Impossible!"

The old man called Qu: "This thing I asked several people to watch it, and it's worth the price at most."

The two looked at each other in blank dismay.

They couldn't think of why Yue Heng was so happy that he took things away like grabbing treasure.

After much deliberation, I guessed that Yue Heng thought he had a big leak.

That's why I am so anxious.

It is normal for teenage child hairs not even grown yet.

After Yue Heng bought the Dragon-Tiger paperweight, he did not continue to do treasure hunting in the ghost market.

He was afraid that he couldn't help laughing out loud! ——The   first update is sent, ask for votes for support! !   (End of this chapter)