After lunch, Lou Qingyu began to make cakes and bread in the afternoon, Wen Qing started beside her, and her more and more skillful techniques and neat movements saved Lou Qingyu some preparations, batches of cakes were frozen, and the kneaded bread was put into the oven, everything was ready, just waiting for the guests to come to the door.

The magic capital seems to have bought a summer monthly package, the afternoon sun is fierce and scorching, at this moment, walking around outside, feel difficult, fortunately, the magic city greening is not bad, the big trees on both sides of the street are almost connected into a green shade, for pedestrians to block a lot.

Li Hongmei slowly walked off the bus, carrying a dark blue bag in her hand, glanced at the surrounding buildings, seemed to be identifying the direction, for a moment, the old man seemed to find it, turned a street corner, and walked along the north side.

"Here it is, it's here. ”

【Dongwei Street】

The blue street sign clearly displayed these three words, and Li Hongmei slowly walked into this seemingly ordinary street.

Dongwei Street is a famous antique street in the magic capital, it is said that there is an antique street from the first two dynasties in China, even if the war has not affected the prosperity of this street at all, so far, Dongwei Street is the most famous antique street in the magic capital, there are many tourists who come to check in every day.

The buildings on both sides still retain the original style, green bricks and green tiles, a bit antique, and there are some small stalls on the streets on both sides, placing antique ceramics that do not know whether they are true or false, shouting hard.

"Sister, the blue and white porcelain is in good condition, you take a look, the blue is blue, the color is evenly distributed, maybe it is produced in a certain Dezhen, 250 yuan a, think about it~"

"Dude, take a look at the coins I have here, these are all collected from the suburbs of Dong'an City, if you are lucky, you may be able to pick up a Kaiyuan Tongbao!" Dong'an City is the royal capital of many dynasties in ancient times, and it is now a famous ancient city, and many high-value historical relics are found in Dong'an City.

The words that come out of the mouth of the stall owner are basically not taken seriously, so most people will not stop at these small stalls, but there are still some who want to try their luck and pick up the leaks, after all, there are still many novels and dreams.

Li Hongmei shuttled among them, she was dressed simply and plainly, she did not arouse the interest of the small stall owners, and they knew who was the real big customer at a glance, but when Li Hongmei stopped in front of a three-story building, they were a little surprised on their faces.

The old man looked up at the big red plaque, the three words "Treasure Building" are carved on the plaque like a dragon flying and a phoenix dancing, the font looks golden under the sunlight, luxurious and atmospheric, before entering the door, many people have been persuaded to retreat by this plaque.

Li Hongmei hesitated for a moment, her hands holding the small bag tightened, and finally she sold it up the steps, and as soon as she crossed the threshold, she saw all kinds of antiques placed on the layers of wooden shelves on the walls on both sides, and the eyes were all blue and white ceramics, crystal clear jade, calligraphy and paintings, etc., and the dazzled old man suddenly stopped his footsteps.

"Xiao Pan, there are guests~ Dare to look at your phone, be careful of the master I tell you!"

"Don't, master, the master will definitely scold me if he finds out. Pan Shiran stood up from behind the counter, and he didn't notice that Li Hongmei walked in, who was just looking at his phone.

Shen Lang was lying lazily on the railing on the second floor, a pair of good-looking peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, and his thin lips were lightly raised, "Who told you to be lazy!"

Pan Shiran closed his mouth in sneer, this matter is indeed his fault, but on the first floor of the entire store, except for him, only those antiques are left. The quality of the treasure building is good, the grade is high, and the price is relatively expensive, so there are very few guests who walk in every day, so Pan Shiran dares to be so lazy.

At this time, seeing Li Hongmei standing motionless by the door, her expression seemed to be a little stunned, Pan Shiran quickly glanced up and down, raised a warm smile and asked, "Hello, old man, is there anything I can help you?"

The young man who looked a little smart, with an enthusiastic smile and tone, did not have the slightest situation of the shopkeeper bullying customers, Li Hongmei's nervousness in her heart was reduced a little, and she asked in a low voice, "May I ask if you accept antiques here?"

"Received, must be collected. Pan Shiran nodded affirmatively, welcomed Li Hongmei into the pear wood chair inside, and handed over a cup of tea with a moderate temperature, "May I ask if the antiques you want to sell are ceramics, calligraphy and paintings?"

Li Hongmei slowly took out a red wooden square box from the small bag, which looked a little old, Pan Shiran, who was standing beside her, glanced at it, and quickly determined that it was just an ordinary box.

Don't look at his young age, but he has gone through a lot of auctions with his master, helping to identify the authenticity of antique cultural relics at the auction, and his good eye is also well-known in the industry, otherwise how can he be the second child of the cornucopia!

The old man then lifted the lid, slowly revealing the contents inside, a silver antique makeup box, delicate and cumbersome patterns were carved on the small box by the craftsman, after years of refinement, the silver light on the box body converged and unassuming, there is a texture of washing away the lead and showing a plain posture.

Li Hongmei's eyes crossed a touch of longing and tenderness, and her fingertips gently stroked the patterns on it, seemingly with a little reluctance, if it wasn't for her youngest son who didn't become a weapon and caused this mess, why would she sell the only valuable thing in the family?

I couldn't help but sigh, old man, I'm sorry, the love token you gave me back then, I'm going to sell it, don't blame me underground!

Pan Shiran stood very discerningly and didn't speak, among the people who came and went, there were some people who loved antiques, and there was no shortage of people who cherished antiques, and there was a relatively rare one like Li Hongmei, which was a complex emotion of missing someone and cherishing antiques.

Li Hongmei glanced at it a few times, and finally put down her hands and raised her eyes to look at Pan Shiran at her side, "Please help me identify it, young man." ”

"Okay, please wait a moment. ”

Pan Shiran lightly picked up the small objects on the table, from the lifelike patterns on it to the silver-white and solemn substrate.

After looking at it several times, Pan Shiran put it down again, lowered his eyes and pondered for a moment, and under Li Hongmei's expectant eyes, he said, "Old man, this is a silver object from the previous dynasty, from the perspective of luster and texture, you have preserved it very well, and we can collect it here." ”

Li Hongmei held her breath nervously, her palms were a little sweaty, "How much?" Whether she can pay off her niece's debt depends on how much this old object can be sold for.

"Thirty thousand. ”

Breathe slightly, 30,000 yuan?

At the beginning, she owed Lou Xiaoli's family eighty or ninety thousand, how could there be one hundred thousand even if you count the breath, thinking of this, Li Hongmei's eyes couldn't help but turn red, and her voice was a little choked, "Young man, can you give it a little higher, you see, this silver antique makeup box is not common, this pattern, this craftsmanship...."

Pan Shiran pursed the corners of his mouth, although he was a little unbearable, but a businessman was still a businessman, not a philanthropist, and under Li Hongmei's pleading eyes, he shook his head apologetically.

At this time, a fluttering voice came from the second floor, "Xiao Pan, the third brother asked you to come up and change the tea, the tea here is tasteless." ”

Pan Shiran glanced up strangely, the master obviously changed to a new tea before leaving, how could it be?

"Old man, think about it here. ”

After speaking, Pan Shiran raised his feet and walked to the second floor, and soon disappeared around the corner, leaving only the old man sitting quietly on the chair, his eyes were a little stunned, touching the silver makeup box in front of him, "Old man, what should I do?