The thrift market in City B is much bigger than Song Yiran imagined, and the whole two streets are the territory of the thrift market. There are a lot of people who come to the old market, but most of them are watching the excitement with their hands behind their backs, and there are relatively few people who buy things. Although the current economy shows signs of recovery, after all, it is still only on the road of getting rid of poverty and solving the problem of food and clothing, and there is still a long way to go if we want to become moderately well-off.

Song Yiran deliberately wore plain clothes to visit the market, she didn't want to be regarded as a wronged leader.

There are many stalls in the thrift market, and for a small booth management fee, you can sell what you want to sell here. There is more variety of goods than you can imagine.

Old books, old clothes, second-hand household items are mainstream products here, and many stalls sell these things.

Song Yiran is here to hunt for treasure, it doesn't matter what she buys, but she has to be made to see the value.

Passing by a stall selling books, she would always unconsciously stop and glance at it with her abilities, expecting to find something good. But obviously, a baby like the red mountains and rivers of the motherland is hard to find, and it is difficult to pick up this kind of big leak!

But fortunately, in February this year, a monkey ticket will be issued, and the pattern is a golden monkey painted by the famous painter Huang Yongyu. This edition of stamps is also a big name in the collecting world in later generations. The price is like a rocket, from the price of about three yuan, all the way to a single 10,000 yuan, the value of the whole page of stamps is about 1.5 million.

If you can grab a few versions of the monkey ticket, it will really be a lot of money! Although the waiting time is a bit long, but the investment is small, the return is high, how to think about how cost-effective.

Thinking of this, Song Yiran almost laughed, this feeling of grasping the opportunity is really good.

Just then, her eyes were drawn to a stall.

This stall is very special, the things sold are not top food or drink, and there are many people around.

There are several pieces of porcelain on the stall, which look like old objects. Now that the domestic collection craze has not yet risen, it is a good time to pick up leaks, but Song Yiran doesn't understand this, and she doesn't know whether these things are true or false.

It's just that everyone is waiting, no one buys these things, they even think that these things are not suitable for eating, drinking, and selling so expensive, it really makes no sense.

At this moment, an old gentleman in his sixties squeezed into the crowd, and he squatted in front of the stall, looking at the porcelain carefully, as if he was very interested.

Song Yiran watched from a distance and was not in a hurry to step forward.

She knows that when the collection is hot, there will be a lot of support, and the seller will sing together, giving the buyer a very real feeling. It seems that the thing he wants to buy is a treasure, something that someone else wants to take down when he breaks his head. At this time, the buyer's IQ is obviously not online, and he is eager to buy the treasure into his own hands, so it is easy to be fooled.

It is now the early 80s, which is called the golden age of leakage by the collecting circles of later generations, but Song Yiran has no choice but to understand these things, so he can only watch from the wall.

The old man and the seller talked in a low voice, the two of you are arguing, I am arguing Song Yiran shook his head and left.

Under normal circumstances, the seller must know the value of his collection and is reluctant to sell it at a low price. Although this thing will definitely appreciate dozens of times in the future, Song Yiran didn't want to arouse suspicion, so he decided to give up.

She is a single little girl, not very old, and the risk of buying this kind of thing can be imagined. At this time, the security was far less good than in later generations, and it would not be good in case of extraneous branches.

Song Yiran had just walked out less than ten steps away when he was attracted by something from another stall.

The stall was full of miscellaneous items, including old books, old clothes, and dishes tied together with hemp rope, which looked like they had not been used.

There was a dusty box on the stall, which looked like it was some years old. The box was just an ordinary wooden box, and the wood was not good, so it was not worth anything at all, but what attracted Song Yiran was the contents of the box.

Inside the box are several baby fist-sized things, oval in shape, with a yellowish-brown surface that looks delicate in texture.

Song Yiran is no stranger to this thing! This thing is the gallstone of the cow, the scientific name is the bezoar, and it is a very precious Chinese medicinal material. The bezoar is slightly bitter and then sweet, cool in nature, and can be used for antipyretic, detoxification, and convulsion, and can treat high fever coma, delirium, children's convulsions, mad convulsions, etc.

This medicine is very versatile, and external use can also treat sore throat, aphthous ulcers, carbuncles, uremia, and so on.

The price of natural bezoar is expensive, and the price of later generations will be speculated to the sky, tens of thousands of yuan per gram, or even higher. Therefore, many medicines that require bezoars are artificial bezoars, otherwise the cost is too high.

Song Yiran glanced at the stall owner, a young man in his twenties, who looked angry, but his eyes were quite upright.

"How is this bowl sold?" the small porcelain bowl mentioned four, and it looked quite sturdy.

"Five cents, four. "Little Young Dao" These are all earthen porcelain bowls burned before, and they are not worth any line. ”

It's quite particular about doing business.

Song Yiran pretended to flip through the old books, and picked out two new books, "I want this too." ”

"Just give two cents!"

That adds up to seven cents.

Song Yiran took out a five-dollar yuan and handed it over.

Xiao Young didn't have change to look for, and the people next to him didn't know him, so he was embarrassed to change money, and he was so anxious that he sweated a little.

"Or, let's make it whole, how much is this box!"

Xiao Young was stunned for a moment, "This wooden box, turned out of my grandfather's rags, is not worth much! ”

Song Yiran thought to himself, this young man looked angry, why was it so affordable! In this way, he was really a little embarrassed.

"Do you want it anymore?" Xiao Young thought that Song Yiran didn't want to buy it, and his tone was a little anxious.

"Ah, yes. Well, I'll take something else, and I'll scrape together five dollars. Song Yiran held the box in his arms, and when he took advantage, he must not be soft. This young man obviously doesn't even know what is in the box, and throwing away good things as garbage is really a terrible thing.

In the end, Song Yiran picked a bunch of things that he didn't need, and barely scraped together five yuan. The young man saw that it was inconvenient for her to hold, and gave her a noodle bag that could hold things, and he was very enthusiastic.

Song Yiran is a person, when he is strong, he is strong, and when he encounters someone like Xiao Young who is empathetic and doesn't look for trouble, it is easy to bring a little guilt that has not been encountered in a hundred years. After all, she did take someone else's things, and she was really a little reluctant to go, so she secretly put thirty yuan on his stall while the young man was not paying attention.

Now this thirty yuan is very affordable, this bezoar, even if she bought it!

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