Jin Feng in Gurung did not go, and looked at the Migong Temple when passing by the Han River. The ancestral hall of the famous calligraphy master Mi Fu.

But it was only a glimpse from the outside.

I'm a courier, not a tourist.

All the way down, Jin Feng tried to avoid electronic eyes and surveillance.

Shenzhou's Skynet system is so hard that it is comparable to a science fiction movie.

I'm not afraid if I'm alone, but now I'm an extra burden by my side.

Yaya.

A little girl who doesn't go to school follows her side, which is always a burden.

All the way over, the little girl was hidden in the container, no matter how bumpy and tossing it was, she didn't make a sound.

The containers were filled with gasoline barrels, and the smell of gasoline in the sealed environment was very strong, and Jin Feng was a little worried about the little girl's body.

Every time there is a meal or when there are few people, Jin Feng releases the little girl, and the little girl vomits twice but stiffly says it's okay.

Several times Jin Feng wanted to call someone to pick up the little girl to go to the Jincheng scrap station, but when he saw the little girl's stubborn and clear eyes, Jin Feng never made up his mind.

When this little girl met for the first time, the life teacher He Qingxin gave her a life, and she couldn't live for five years.

He Qingxin does have a set of fortune-telling looks, but in front of Jin Feng, he is a millet scum.

This girl's future destiny is not even clear to Jin Feng himself.

When the little girl was three years old, she was abducted and trafficked by Jin Feng's aunt, and she didn't know where her hometown was?

Originally, the little girl was going to be sold to Zhongzhou, but no one asked for it after selling it several times, and the people who wanted it couldn't afford it.

This kind of girl is the most difficult to shoot, so she is abandoned on the road by traffickers and Jin Feng's aunt.

Who knows, the little girl just knelt on the ground for a while and begged for more than 20 yuan, which made the two traffickers see another way to make money.

When she is not alive, let the little girl beg for food, and when she is alive, let the little girl be responsible for abducting those children, and take one with her.

In this way, the little girl barely survived, and in four years, she practiced a good ability to mix in the rivers and lakes.

When it was time to eat, Jin Feng opened the cabinet and generously released the little girl, and the two of them had lunch at a noodle restaurant on the edge of the Han River.

Authentic Cai Lin Kee hot dry noodles, three fresh bean curds and a bowl of pork ribs stewed lotus root soup.

These are some of the most famous local snacks.

Jiangcheng is known as the Chicago of the East, and in his early years, he was more famous than Jinwei, and he chased the magic capital.

The current status is not inferior to Jincheng, and it is a proper quasi-first-tier city.

It is also one of the most important underground corridors in the antique black market in China.

Black goods and stolen goods from the south, north, and west will flow through here, and through various means and means, they will go south and east, go south to the Special Administrative Region and then enter Hong Kong Island, and go east to the magic capital and go to sea.

Shouldering a heavy responsibility, Jin Feng did not go to see the famous Yellow Crane Tower here, let alone the Yue Wang Goujian Sword and the Yuanqi Four Love Plum Vase in the museum.

The place I want to go is right behind the noodle shop.

Hanjiang Antique City, one of the top ten antique cities in China.

Here, however, is a paradise infested with scorpions in the tombs of Tufuzi in several nearby provinces.

gave ten yuan to the little girl, and Jin Feng walked into the antique city alone.

The area of Hanjiang Antique City is not as large as that of Songxian Bridge, but it is extremely popular. The cultural heritage of Jiangcheng is not low, there are traces of human activities more than 5,000 years ago, and the ruins of East Lake and Zhangxiwan are the best proof.

During the Warring States Period, it was a dependency of the Chu State, and during the Three Kingdoms period, Sun Quan built a lookout here and named it the Yellow Crane Tower.

Back then, Dongying Dog shouted for three months to destroy Shenzhou, but when it hit here, it was ruthlessly cleaned up several times, causing the entire army to fall into a quagmire.

Although Jiangcheng was lost in the end, the entire Anti-Japanese War entered a stalemate stage.

As a 2,000-year-old historical city, the collection market here is quite popular, and in addition to the Hangang Antique City, there are other large and small ten collection markets and second-hand goods centers, which are quite rare in the country.

There is a good saying that you can make a lot of money by buying from East Street and selling from West Street. This is especially true in the Han River Antique City.

In this antique city, there are three major legends of leakage.

First, there was a collector who spent a few hundred yuan to pick up a Yuan blue and white porcelain here. More than a million were sold. Earned dozens of times.

The second is that an old bird used more than 1,000 to buy a perfectly carved Qing Dynasty Dahongpao Shanzi weighing about one kilogram. Worth about $7 million.

It is also dozens of times earned.

The most terrifying thing is that a middle-aged man who doesn't understand anything only spent a thousand yuan to get a grass insect album.

When CCTV treasure hunting came into Jiangcheng, this person sent this album to the experts to see.

Good guy, Qi Baishi's grass insect album. The auction price was 23 million.

In addition to these three major leakage myths, there are also a lot of leakage anecdotes, such as a strange stone bought from here that cost 200 yuan, and ended up auctioning 400,000 yuan.

In Jiangcheng, most of the places where the myths of leakage occur are undoubtedly not all in this antique city.

The antique city is not big, and there are stalls in all corners of the place, inside and outside. There is almost no place to stay other than normal walking.

The history of this antique city is quite long, almost 30 years, the outside is full of roadside stalls, some places inside are erected awnings, and there are shops under the building, the total number of stalls is only five or six hundred.

Jiangcheng is close to the Han River, the weather is only ten degrees, and the stall owners who guard the stalls have already changed into thick clothes.

Jin Feng, dressed as a courier, appeared here and did not attract much attention.

Holding the package, Jin Feng walked through the flow of people, his eyes swept to see the things on several nearby stalls.

Thirty yuan a day is not expensive. Antiques and antiques are also dazzling, and there are countless of them, which makes people overwhelmed.

A wide variety of porcelain, purple sand jars, inkstones, bronze, miscellaneous......

There is a stamp booth surrounded by a lot of people, most of the stamps are well sealed, although there are many people to see, but there are very few people to get started.

After all, this is a paper stamp, and no one can tell if it is broken.

Here, Jin Feng discovered a very strange phenomenon.

That is, the buyer looks at the thing and does not care about the age of the thing.

Like the fetal quality, age, glaze, ornamentation, style of porcelain, the style of calligraphy and painting, paper, inscription, author's signature, bell seal, purple sand fetal mud, ornamentation, style recognition......

These buyers don't care, but pay the most attention to the price.

This is the obvious leakage mentality.

Most of the buyers also look at things and do not communicate, and they do not ask the price after repeated reading. I don't make a counteroffer after asking the price.

There is another thing that Jin Feng finds more interesting, that is, no matter how good things are, more than three or five hundred will leave.

Such a business...... However, the stall owners seem to have long been used to it, and they are extremely not angry or angry.

Each antique market has its own characteristics, and the mentality of picking up leaks is particularly strong, which is also the characteristic of this antique city.

Because of the mentality of picking up leaks, the prices of the things on the stalls are correspondingly very affordable.

There is a blue and white with a broken mouth that looks pretty good, but it is more than a foot tall and only costs three hundred and five.

However, even the price of three hundred and five did not go on the road to pay for it.

As he walked, Jin Feng sniffed lightly and slowly turned his head over.

A manpower three-wheeled car kept pressing the bell and struggled to move through the flow of people.

The three wheels were filled with all kinds of things, of which broken porcelain pieces accounted for a small half.

The early winter sun shone on these porcelain tiles, and several of them glowed with black and blue.

Jin Feng's eyes suddenly tightened, revealing a touch of shock.

"How is this possible?"

His eyes narrowed into a slit, and when he looked at it again, a wave of surprise appeared in his heart.

"Whole?"

"So much?"

The sight followed the movement of the three wheels of manpower, and came to a stop at an empty stall in the distance.

It was a stall owner, and it seemed that he was a little late today.

The stall owner is a little old, and one leg is a little immobile, so he slowly pulls away the colored striped cloth to support the stall.

When Jin Feng was about to pass by, he glanced at it inadvertently, and something pierced his eyes like a sharp arrow.

Stopping at a stall, Jin Feng looked at the old stall owner from a distance, and his gaze shifted to the stall at his feet.

With his nose wrinkled, Jin Feng looked at the middle-aged stall owner.

The dress was very ordinary, his hair was messy and almost knotted, and his thick fingernails were full of black dirt.

The stall is very small, and there are only a dozen or so items on it, all of which are clay pots.

Next to a clay jar sits a rusty, barely visible bronze sword.

"Tufuzi from Tianxiang Province came here to sell things. ”

"It's still raw goods. “

"It's a lot of guts. ”

Jin Feng's gaze froze in this person's hand for two seconds, and slowly squatted down.

The middle-aged stall owner on the opposite side just glanced at Jin Feng lightly and lowered his head, his hands staggered on his legs, and he smoked the cheap red gold dragon by himself, coldly.

A courier is not worth his attention at all.