Anxious like an ant on a hot pot, she called her little sister and no one answered, which scared Lu Yawen miserably.

After calling her aunt, Lu Yawen rushed to Gaoxiong's largest antique city and still didn't find it.

Lu Yawen, who was so anxious that she was about to cry, beat her thigh fiercely and pulled her hair heavily.

This big liar must have deceived his sister away.

Bastard!

A moment later, Lu Yawen went to another place with her last hope.

This place is a famous antique market in Gaoxiong, called Shiquan Jade Market. Shiquan Jade City is not far from Zuoying, the former Shiquan Jade Market was an open-air carpet market, and later with the development of Gao Xiong, it slowly evolved into the current distribution market.

Shiquan Jade City is much lower than Gaoxiong Antique City, similar to Panjiayuan and Liulichang. One is a hodgepodge of fish, and the other is a high-end artwork.

After the million-strong army was defeated and fled to Baodao Province, the soldiers at the bottom ate and waited for death. Officials at the middle and top levels are drunk to death.

The soldiers at the bottom came with the same weight as four bags, and the middle and high-level soldiers brought over dozens of bags of things.

In addition to gold and silver, the rest of these packages are treasures and antiques.

The things that I could bring over in those years and months, and the ones that I brought over with my hard work, were all the most valuable things.

The poor die of poverty, and those who support support die. This is the truest portrayal of those years.

The years passed slowly, and the children and descendants of those middle and high-level officials were also sold and squandered.

As a result, there was the earliest ghost market.

That's how Shiquan Jade City came about.

In those years, the economy of Baodao Province took off and became the four tigers of the continent and Sin Chew Hong Kong Island, and the art market also rose with the advent of the prosperous antique era. Collectors in Treasure Island Province have also risen.

One of the most typical is Shen Zijing, a member of the four major collectors.

It proves that the name of the three poor and three rich people in life is not old, the waves of the times are surging forward, and those once prominent generals and families have fallen in those years, and they are finished.

The treasures and heavy weapons that they treasured in their homes were also lost by their children and grandchildren. It's like after that heavy snowfall, the whole world is white and clean.

This kind of scene is almost exactly the same as what happened to the old and young after the death of the Qing Dynasty.

There are always striking parallels in history, just like this perfect jade market.

What was a ghost market turned into a stall and then a market today.

The art market in Treasure Island Province is one of the wonders of the continent. The antique atmosphere in the province and island is very strong, and the same roots and ancestors also love the relics of their ancestors.

Many people are very keen to invest in the antique art market, saying that the national collection is exaggerated, but it is not far off.

But the strange thing is that the price of antiques and antiques in the province and island has not been rising.

One of the highest antique weights in the history of Baodao Province is the bronze beast-faced tripod of the Western Zhou Dynasty.

The transaction price was 2.25 billion local dollars.

The second is also a bronze object.

Early Western Zhou Dynasty beast face pattern cup. The transaction price was 900 million local dollars.

In recent years, there have been a lot of antique heavy weapons that have exceeded 100 million yuan, but they are far from the mainland.

Jin Feng also found the reason for this, and he was even more curious.

The number of antique treasures in Baodao Province is certainly not as good as that of the mainland, but there are definitely more good things than those in the mainland.

And much more.

I've wanted to come here for a long time.

Lu Yawen rushed to Shiquan Jade City with her last hope, and scurried around here like a headless fly, and finally saw the skinny and familiar figure in a stall.

With a long breath, Lu Yawen pressed her heart that was about to jump out of her chest, and looked around for her sister.

"This bastard! He must have sold Ah Mei back to the mainland. ”

"He's not just a fraudster, he's a trafficker!"

Lu Yawen, who was crazy, scolded the bastard Jin Feng fiercely in her heart, and rushed to the stall in a rage to catch Jin Feng.

Coldly, a glutinous voice stopped him.

Lu Yawen's delicate body trembled slightly, and she turned around, and hugged her little sister all of a sudden, and her eyes were red.

"You're scared to death. Where have you gone?"

"It's just a matter of buying smoothies. Why are you so excited? ”

Lu Xiaomei stuffed a bowl of watermelon and big sand ice and gave it to her sister, and suddenly thought of something, pointed at Lu Yawen and blinked, and made a silent gesture.

Walked quickly to Jin Feng and squatted down, quietly silent.

At this time, Jin Feng had already stood up, said thank you to the stall owner, and continued to walk forward without looking at Lu Yawen.

Jin Feng has read the information on the Internet and introduced very little. You can't see the reason just by looking at a few photos.

I was slightly disappointed after walking around the field today.

This market is not much different from the domestic Xiangxian Bridge, Confucius Temple, Panjiayuan, Baohualou and other antique cities.

The things sold here are basically purchased from various counterfeit villages and antique workshops in the mainland. The ratio of the real thing is only 10% of the part.

But most of these real things are from the early days of the late Qing Dynasty and the Republic of China.

At that time, it was the most popular time for the antique counterfeiting workshops of Liulichang, and many things were scattered all over the country during this time period, and a large number of them flowed out to Hong Kong Island Treasure Island after the reopening.

Jin Feng also found an interesting place.

That is, in this market, there are a lot of old household objects in the 50s and 70s of the last century.

There are not only old-fashioned hollowed-out iron water bottles, the first black-and-white television set produced locally in Treasure Island Province, various medals and medals, but also stamps issued by Treasure Island Province itself, as well as old records and magazines.

This is very imaginary with the domestic antique market in China.

From these very ordinary things, we can see the commonality of a nation.

The same root, the same ancestor, the same root, the same origin.

Those stamps are very interesting, and Jin Feng can't help but be happy to see them. Seeing that Jin Fengjing was happy at the end, he aroused a burst of contempt from the stall owner.

Lu Yawen, who was following Jin Feng, kept scolding the mentally handicapped and imbecile, if it wasn't for the little sister's warning, she would have gone over to expose Jin Feng's true face as a big liar.

When passing a stall full of medals, Jin Feng stopped. Silence.

This stall is dedicated to selling medals.

From the beginning of Mr. *** to the Anti-Japanese War period, there are all kinds of medals.

He picked up a rusty iron medal and put it in his hand, his hands were cold, but his blood was hot.

This medal was the lowest level in the Anti-Japanese War that year, and judging from the date engraved on the back, the time when it was awarded was during the most difficult period of the Anti-Japanese War.

This medal is a legend.

"Lu Kezai, like this medal?"

Jin Feng held the medal in the palm of his left hand and said, "Where did you get it?"

The old stall owner in his sixties said lightly: "My uncle got it for free." ”

Jin Feng's face moved: "Can you say no?"

The stall owner from Xinbei had no sadness or joy on his face, and said something softly.

His father's generation lived in a military village all his life, and he grew up in a military village, and he lived in a place with Lin Qingxia, who was also born in a military village.

At that time, the military village was a military compound, spread all over the province. There are so many celebrities out of here.

As the situation changed, the older generation of aborigines in the military villages gradually grew old. That inglorious history was very embarrassing for these aboriginal soldiers.

Many soldiers were captured and came to stick to the lowest posts, and they never got married in their lives, and they didn't get married so hard. Until old age and death.

At the beginning, there was a special agency to manage their relics, but later more and more people died, and the institutions were abolished, and the relics of these soldiers became a hot potato, and in the end, these relics were disposed of by themselves.

The father of the stall owner is the youngest, and it has become his duty to collect the relics of these old comrades.

After the stall owner's father died, the remaining arrangements for the aftermath of the veteran uncles were passed on to the stall owner.

Listening to the stall owner's words, Jin Feng was a little moved, looked down at the medals on the stall, and said softly, "I bought it." I wanted it before 1945. ”

"All of them?"

The stall owner, the old man, looked up at Jin Feng.

"All of them!"

Listening to Jin Feng's words, the stall owner's uncle took out a big snakeskin bag with his backhand and smashed it heavily on the stall.

"It's all in this bag. ”

After speaking, the stall owner turned around and took out two pockets and put them on top of the snakeskin pocket, and said without sadness or joy: "There are still here." ”

The full three-pocket medals were placed in front of Jin Feng, and Jin Feng's pupils slowly tightened, only to feel that his heart was overwhelmed.

According to preliminary estimates, there are no less than 2,000 medals in these three pockets!

At this time, the stall owner, the old man, sat down quietly and said another sentence: "At home, there is." ”

"They are all devils. ”

Speaking of this, a few deep furrows appeared on the forehead of the stall owner, and he said softly: "There are too many, I can't put it down." ”

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