When the strange middle-aged man appeared, Song Yiran looked at him with some meaning. When he was talking to the proprietress outside the door, Song Yiran deliberately glanced at the bag he was carrying with his ability, and it was this glance that made a foodie like Song Yiran unable to even take care of eating, and hurriedly chased him out.

Lei Qianjun has always been a daughter-in-law, and whatever his daughter-in-law says is what he says, although he doesn't know why he wants to chase him out, he just listens to his daughter-in-law anyway.

The two of them were very fast, and they didn't chase a few steps before they saw the middle-aged man. He walked down the street dejectedly, still carrying the bag in his hand.

"Hey, big brother, wait a minute. ”

The middle-aged man turned around, and when he saw Song Yiran and Lei Qianjun, a touch of panic flashed on his face, and then he ran away.

There is a problem.

The reaction of a normal person should be to be puzzled, shouldn't he first ask what is going on? Only a person with a weak heart will run wild without asking the reason.

The middle-aged man ran into an alley in a panic, but it turned out that he ran for a while and found that it was a dead end. I wanted to turn around and run out, but it was too late.

Lei Qianjun and Song Yiran have blocked the way, and he has no way out at the moment!

"What are you running?"

"I, I didn't run. "The accent is from other places, and it should be from Yu Province.

Song Yiran looked at the man's eyes and found that although this man was born black and had a somewhat rickety body, his eyes were very bright, and there was a bit of innocence in his eyes. He was holding the sack tightly to his chest at the moment, his shoulders shrunk slightly, obviously very defensive against them.

Interesting.

"How old are you?

"I, I'm twenty-three. ”

Burst~

Twenty-three, with a forty-something physiognomy and posture, but his eyes and body reactions are sending a message to the outside world that I am not that old!

"What's in the bag?"

"Nothing, nothing. "A young man in his twenties, although he is not tall, he should also have a lot of strength! Look at the old man in his hand, you can know that he should also be from a hard background, and he has worked a lot since he was a child. Perhaps it is because he has suffered too much that he has a look that does not match his actual age at all.

Song Yiran cleared his throat, "It's nothing, isn't it, is it loaded with some Wei (homonym) contraband?"

Lei Qianjun didn't speak, he had already understood that his daughter-in-law was worried about the things in this young man's bag. What's in the bag...... Well, he doesn't have clairvoyance and can't guess.

"No, no, I don't have anything here. The young man shook his head in fright, his eyes were also flustered, and his body swayed slightly, very nervous.

"You brought this thing from your hometown, right?" Song Yiran continued to ask, "Yu Province is thousands of miles away from Haishi, how did you bring it here?"

"No......" the young man seemed to be greatly frightened, "really not, we, I ......" stammered, and did not say anything about his ugliness for a long time.

Song Yiran pressed his hand, "Don't be nervous, don't be nervous, I have no malicious intent." You were just outside the restaurant, did you want to sell something? I was eating inside and saw that you were going to sell something, so I chased it out and asked. ”

The young man nodded sincerely, "I ...... I want to exchange things for money and treat my sister. Probably found that Song Yiran had no malicious intent, he spoke much more smoothly, and his body was no longer shaking.

"Can you show me what's in your bag?"

The young man hesitated, his fingers clutching the bag tightly, as if he was afraid of being snatched up.

"Are you a mountain here, or are you a broken piece of copper!?"

The young man's pupils shrank twice, obviously stimulated by the words 'broken copper and iron' that Song Yiran said.

"I, I ......"

"Aren't you in a hurry to use the money to treat your sister's illness? If you delay like this, your sister's illness will not get worse and worse? If you can't sell this thing, you'll have to go to the scrap yard? I'm afraid that you'll really have to sell it as scrap metal and rotten iron. ”

The young man thought about it again and again, and finally gritted his teeth, "Cheng, I'll let you see." With that, he put the bag down, opened it, and took out the contents.

The snakeskin pocket contains several bronze Buddha statues, all of them are black and not slippery, about 20 centimeters high, with different shapes, elegant and chic postures, exquisite clothes, and lifelike expressions on their faces.

Song Yiran didn't understand any of this, and he couldn't tell which of them was a bodhisattva and which one was a vajra. Count carefully, there are five bronze phases, in fact, there are lotus flowers under the two seats, the face is kind, and the hand is pinched to the law. The remaining three are all non-angry and self-assured faces, and their heads are decorated with curly lines with a very strong sense of three-dimensionality.

Song Yiran really couldn't understand the Tao here, so he picked up a statue of Buddha, but found that there was a line of words on it, which read 'Xuande Year of the Ming Dynasty' from left to right.

It seems to be a book, what year is it, Song Yiran can't understand, Da Ming, it should be the Ming Dynasty? Forgive her, although she has a penchant for collecting antiques, but she is really a layman, and many things are bought by intuition. Especially when she went to the scrap yard to sweep the goods, she also put it away when she saw it, and she had no ability to distinguish the real from the fake.

If she had used this almost 'blind selection' method to collect antiques in the forties, she would have gone bankrupt in less than two years. However, it is only 80 years now, and there are only a few hobbies for a small number of people, and the nationwide collecting craze has not yet risen! The means of counterfeiting have not yet reached the level of confusing the real with the fake. In the words of those experts of later generations, almost everywhere is genuine!

Song Yiran is also because of this, will keep receiving goods, as early as a few years ago, she began to rescue these cultural relics, for fear that they will all suffer a catastrophe, whether it is true or not, first collect it, it may be of great use to take it out in the future. She can also donate these things to the museum, as long as the masterpieces of the ancestors can be preserved and passed on, she just collects some fakes and spends some money!

There's always a half-and-half-chance of it!

"How much do you want to sell these things for?"

The young man trembled and stretched out two fingers, "Two hundred." He himself is also very unconfident, for fear that Song Yiran will not buy it because it is too expensive.

It's not expensive, it's just ......

"Where did you get these things? They can't be dug out of the ground, are they? Or they're thieves~~ stolen goods?"

"No, no. The young man waved his hand in fright, "This, this is my family, I knew that there were these things at home when I was a child." I heard my father say that there was a temple on the hill behind my house, and the temple collapsed later, so my father took these small bronze statues to his home. Back then, he was hungry for wine, and he was reluctant to sell this thing, if it weren't for my sister's illness, I wouldn't have sold it. ”

Rightly speaking.

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