Even if this Panjiayuan is a place that can create miracles, not every day there will be top-level antiques, most of them are still common varieties. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Until after 8 o'clock in the morning, Zhang Nan and the two did not gain much, but all the stalls shook a little and chatted with the stall owners for a while. Take a look at miscellaneous small things, buy the ones you like, and it won't cost much anyway.

Among them, I also bought a bracelet of Hetian jade, which is expensive: 120 yuan!

However, there are good goods at a high price, No. 1 white is still available, things from the Qing Dynasty, round bracelets.

"Brother Zhang, there are a lot of these things, it's best to send them to the old lady. ”

According to Zhang Nan's request, Weng Yeming's name for him was also changed, and Mr. Zhang always called him awkward.

Zhang Nan didn't care about the fact that Weng Yeming was still one year older than him, he had to call himself brother anyway! But this Weng Yeming's words made Zhang Nan almost hold back his internal injuries in one breath: Such a good old Hetian jade bracelet can only be worn by an old lady?

Today's concept is really a little speechless: he plans to go home to send his sister.

Just as I was about to leave, I saw a commotion among the stall owners, and someone began to quickly close the stall - this scene is familiar!

Take a closer look: "Chengguan" is coming!

At 8 a.m., there were already a lot of people in the market, but a group of joint defense team members led by a policeman came, a dozen people in total, each wearing a red armband on his arm.

"You can't set up a stall, pack it all up and leave quickly!"

The joint defense team dispersed and began to drive people away, not only to the stalls, but also to the people who bought things!

However, Zhang Nan didn't pay attention to it at all, just watching the excitement there, and thinking that today's "chengguan" is really interesting: none of the joint defense team members took the stall owner's things, and it was not against the peace at all, and it was estimated that the old goods were worthless, and they blew things away.

Thinking about the scenes of those "urban management war hawkers" before rebirth, I think these dozen or so joint defense team members are quite cute, at least they don't take the people's things in Panjiayuan.

In fact, most of the urban managers in later generations are not as annoying as they seem, without them, the city will be chaotic, and many things are still done by some people above, otherwise who wants to offend people?!

Zhang Nan had a friend who was the captain of the urban management team at that time, and he complained that he shouldn't sit in this position for three days, so he thought about changing units.

As for how I feel that these joint defense team members are cute now, it is also the position where Zhang Nan stands: the influence of the joint defense team members in the eighties and nineties on future generations is really not good!

Do some small business, I really want to fix you, a business of dozens of yuan can be regarded as "speculation", enough for two years of re-education through labor!

The hemp of the stall is cleaned up, and the few people who use the bicycle back rack as the shelf are the fastest, and they disappear in the blink of an eye!

Birds and beasts scattered in an instant!

Several members of the joint defense team saw Zhang Nan standing there looking at themselves unscrupulously, and only ignored these two as air - there was a Mercedes-Benz parked below, and they noticed it when they came. This person is dressed in an alternative fashion, either a returned overseas Chinese or a child of a high-ranking cadre, and he can't find himself unhappy.

If you don't have the strength to see the root of the imperial city, it is better to go home and farm in peace!

There are many deep kings here!

Why did Zhang Nan want to get an overseas Chinese identity?

This will allow him to stand here and watch the excitement unscrupulously, or in the capital where he is not familiar with life, he doesn't have to worry about trouble at all!

"Let's go, let's go find a place to eat first, and then go to the glass factory. ”

Weng Yeming led the way, there was a small breakfast shop nearby, a small collective snack bar run by the street here, Weng Yeming had been here many times last year.

A bowl of fried liver plus a few steamed buns per person tastes good, but eating such a greasy thing in the morning is still a bit greasy for Zhang Nan, a Jiangnan person.

Fortunately, I didn't bring myself a bowl of Beijing's special bean juice, otherwise Zhang Nan would rather be hungry.

Not used to the smell!

"Ye Ming, now you know what I like, right?" At the time of eating, Zhang Nan asked.

"Porcelain, calligraphy and painting, jade, rare varieties of coins and a specific variety of miscellaneous items. Brother Zhang, but I see that you have looked at the bronze mirror of the Beihe man for a while, and it is not expensive, why didn't you ask for it?"

Weng Yeming didn't know the bronze mirror, he only thought it was very exquisite, and it should be good.

"It is a sea beast grape mirror from the Tang Dynasty, with a diameter of 14 cm, which can already be regarded as a fine product. ”

Zhang Nan took a bite of the bun and said: "But nine times out of ten, the mirror was dug up by the tomb robber, and he still has a few pieces of porcelain from the Tang and Song dynasties, so he can't do it." ”

After speaking, he thought about it and said: "This is the capital, you will run here in the next three days, and you will become a celebrity here in a few times." Those unearthed are good things, but this kind of play is sold here, and sooner or later something will happen!

You are famous, if you even want this, the police will naturally come to the door at that time, and if you can't do it, you will capsize in the gutter!"

Zhang Nan was born as a tomb robber, and he dared to openly set up a stall in the capital to sell local cultural relics, and when the limelight was tight, no one would run!

The stall owner obviously doesn't seem to have a strong backer, so it can only be said that the boss doesn't pay attention to it now, and the stall owner himself has not realized the danger in the future.

Zhang Nan's way of acquiring unearthed cultural relics in the black market in Shanghai is not counted, that is, "no one knows anyone", and Weng Yeming is an old capital, and he can't run the temple if he can run a monk, if he even buys "local goods" on a large scale, it will be finished sooner or later, and he will be involved at that time.

This is the capital!

Besides, to have precious unearthed cultural relics, there are ways in other places, and this piece of the capital is still as long as it can be bought on the surface, anyway, there are more than ten or twenty treasures everywhere now.

"I understand, Brother Zhang, we don't want those illegal things!"

"Hehe, that's it. ”

"By the way, Ye Ming, can you recognize the old furniture of red sandalwood and huanghuali?" Zhang Nan thought of something again.

After two or three years, with the large-scale transformation of the old city of Beijing, the old capital people have left their ancestral homes, and the old goods, old furniture, and old building parts at home will flow to Panjiayuan in large quantities, and there are a lot of precious old furniture in the Ming and Qing dynasties that appear here.

"I don't know very much, but I can learn, just go to those old woodcarving factories to give a cigarette, I have acquaintances to work in it, and I can go around when I have time. ”

Wood, today's Beijing to find a wood carving furniture factory set almost to play on the line, those factories will still be producing authentic antique furniture for export.

"Don't let go of the furniture and objects that you can get red sandalwood or huanghuali when you have the chance, but I can't teach you this, although I also want to collect some, but I don't know wood. ”

After Zhang Nan finished speaking, he saw Weng Yeming's strange expression, and said: "What's strange, I'm not an immortal, how can I understand everything!"