In the afternoon, there were few customers, Yang Bo looked at the book, got time to rest, got up too early in the morning, and when using the ability, it also took a certain amount of energy, plus during the day, the mood fluctuated, and it was inevitable that he would feel poor spirits.

Looking at the book, he fell asleep slowly, and when he woke up, it was dark, there was no one in the store, fortunately, there were no guests, Yang Bo made an inspection, there were no missing objects, he went out to buy dinner, and soon washed and slept.

……

In the early hours of the morning, it was dark, and Yang Bo got up again, because the ghost market had begun, in fact, the ghost market was not every day, only every sixth day of the lunar calendar, that is, there were only three ghost markets every month, but after all, it was a business, and there were still a small number of second-hand dealers, who would spontaneously form a small ghost market in order to avoid the pursuit of the city management during the day, which is every day.

The small ghost market is small and there are many fakes, Yang Bo knows it very well, but after all, it is an opportunity, and he will not let it go!

Walking over from stall to stall, following Director Qu yesterday, the effect was quite good, but it was difficult to meet celebrities in the little ghost market, and the things encountered yesterday were not very pleasant, so Yang Bo gave up the way of tracking.

Most of the objects in the ghost market are some gadgets, Yang Bo even saw someone take a snakeskin bag, wholesale half a bag of rain flower stones, this kind of rain flower stones are sold in the scenic spots, not valuable, five or ten yuan can be grabbed casually, however, for the cost of a few yuan a catty, this way of selling is a big profit.

The Ming city wall bricks also appeared in the stalls in a grand manner, but Yang Bo soon found out that these city wall bricks were fake, if they were real, presumably the police would appear soon.

Yang Bo looked for a while, turned over a lot of objects, and even faintly dizzy in front of him, but still had no gain, which made him a little anxious, he was more eager than ever to get 850,000, this is where his hope lies!

However, things did not go as smoothly as Yang Bo had expected, and he was disappointed that he still failed to find anything of value until he finished looking for the last stall.

On the way back, Yang Bo's head was dizzy, and when he passed by Jiyatang, he noticed that Jiyatang was not open, and he really didn't pay attention, maybe Jiyatang will only open on the open day of the ghost market.

It has been two years since he came to Jinling, because of the meager salary, perhaps because Yang Bo himself is not active, he has never gone out to play, and now he wants to find another ghost market, but he feels at a loss, and after thinking for a long time, he finally remembered a place where there is an antique market, Confucius Temple!

The Confucius Temple was not far from Chaotian Palace, Yang Bo turned around, pulled a stall owner at random, called the eldest brother, and asked, "Is there an antique market over there in the Confucius Temple?"

"Yes, of course there is, there is a flower and bird market over there!" the stall owner did not do well, and his answer was listless.

"Is there a ghost market?" Yang Bo came to the spirit.

"Ghost market?" the stall owner snorted, "Of course there is, the market over there is much bigger than here!"

"Big brother, how should I go over there?" Yang Bo didn't notice the other party's expression, so he asked urgently.

"Oh, you go east from the intersection in front of you and turn left at the third traffic light......"

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Following the direction given by the stall owner, Yang Bo ran with steps, he has always lived in an antique shop, and there is no means of transportation, of course, he is even more reluctant to spend half a day's meal money to take a taxi, so he can only run on his legs, fortunately, according to the stall owner, the distance is not far.

Yang Bo has been exercising every morning, but recently because of the rules of life, he has left his exercise behind, and it is not difficult to run.

After running for more than 20 minutes, he never saw the shadow of the Confucius Temple, Yang Bo couldn't help but get anxious, it was night again, there were no pedestrians on the road, and he comforted himself that he was about to arrive, and then ran down.

After more than ten minutes passed, Yang Bo asked a passer-by, and finally found the Confucius Temple, at this time, the sky was already bright.

Yang Bo walked around the Confucius Temple, and finally found a stall selling pancakes and fruits, he ran over and asked, "Hello, isn't there a ghost market here?"

"What is a ghost market? Where is it haunted?"

Yang Bo was stunned for a moment, "It's a place to set up a stall to sell antiques at night!"

"Oh, it doesn't seem to be, but the night market here is very lively, there is an antique street in it, open until one or two o'clock at night, it can be regarded as a ghost market, right?"

……

Yang Bo was hungry and thirsty, so he bought pancakes and fruits with soy milk, and while eating, he walked around the Confucius Temple.

In the early morning, only the breakfast shop opened, and the commercial atmosphere in the Confucius Temple was strong, not as antique as he had imagined before, with many shops, and modern clothing brands suddenly made Yang Bo uninterested.

Yang Bo finally found the antique city on Zhanyuan Road, but the time was too early, and the antique city had not yet opened, so he probably didn't have time to wait.

Passing through Zhanyuan Road, there are many antique shops on both sides, and just as he was about to leave, Yang Bo actually saw a stall!

Squatting in front of the stall, Yang Bo looked at the few utensils in front of him, Tian Huangshi seal, it was a new object, Yang Bo gave up selectively, his energy was limited, he could feel it, because it had cost too much before, I am afraid that he could only use it once at this time!

The bright yellow pastel porcelain bowl, the luster of the appearance is too bright, the fire is still there, I am afraid that there is no year, Yang Bo also gave up.

There were a few miscellaneous pieces left, and Yang Bo didn't pay too much attention to it, and his eyes finally converged on a bronze string pattern, which was the most ordinary, but Yang Bo had a strong premonition.

The bright light appeared in front of him, and the aperture gradually formed, and the unprecedentedly thick aperture appeared in front of Yang Bo's eyes, which made him couldn't help but be surprised.

Yang Bo pointed towards the String Pattern Jue, "How much is this one?"

The stall owner was wrapped in a gray coat and glanced up at Yang Bo, "Fifty!"

Yang Bo didn't make a counteroffer, took out the money, and took the string pattern Jue, and after this night, he finally got a harvest!

The string pattern is wrapped in a layer of green rust on the outside, but fortunately, the condition is still complete, according to Yang Bo's estimate, it should be from the Shang and Zhou dynasties, and it is difficult to determine the specifics.

However, even if he got this string pattern, Yang Bo was not too excited, because the domestic bronze market is not large, and the domestic restrictions on ancient bronze transactions make many people unwilling to collect bronze utensils, so the price has not been able to rise.

Even so, being able to buy this String Pattern Jue still made Yang Bo a little excited, and a gain would give him the confidence to persevere!

When he went back, Yang Bo took a taxi, but he really couldn't walk......