Brother Xiong's stall is the same as the stalls next to him, a two-meter-square red cloth is spread on the ground, and there are some coins and bronzes and other objects on it.

"Monkey, didn't I tell you a long time ago, someone ordered that painting, and I didn't put it out if I didn't see it, why did you take someone to see the goods again. Brother Xiong, the stall owner, looked impatient, and spoke to the thin young man, but Zhuang Rui noticed that Brother Xiong's eyes seemed to be aimed at him.

When chatting with Uncle De in the pawn shop before, Uncle De once mentioned that before the liberation, there were special people in the rivers and lakes who poured real and fake antiques, operating antique calligraphy and paintings, and later some people who touched gold and robbed tombs also joined in, and they were even more stealing chickens and dogs and abducting and deceiving, doing everything they could, and also tracing back to the origin, recognizing the ancestor of the thief when he moved to the ancestor of the ancestor, and self-styled as the Jianghu bookkeeper, his behavior is somewhat consistent with the two people in front of him.

"If someone asks for it, forget it, I can't afford to buy the authentic work of Zheng Banqiao, come on, then I'll go." ”

In this market, Liu Chuan can also be called a name, so although Zhuang Rui is not afraid of things, he is also too lazy to provoke these local snakes, and he is about to leave when he turns around, and it will be noon soon, and he will take Nan Nan to dinner.

"Don't, don't mind, big brother, this good thing is rare, it's not too late to see and leave, Brother Xiong, I've never seen you rush out like this." The thin young man hurriedly grabbed Zhuang Rui, and kept glancing at the male brother, if he tried harder, he would really leave.

"It's okay to see, but if this brother likes it, I can't do it, I have promised others, I have to take a look first and then talk about ......." When Brother Xiong saw that Zhuang Rui was leaving, he also showed a panicked look on his face, and his tone immediately softened.

In fact, Zhuang Rui also looked down on these two, the Jianghu Book Door may have really existed seventy or eighty years ago, but after the liberation, it has gone through that decade, these cows, ghosts, snakes and gods have long been cleaned up, and these two in front of them are at best singing a double reed, fooling novices who don't know how to do it or have just entered the industry, making a little money, their professional level is 108,000 miles worse than the old Jianghu people that Uncle De said, at least the little tricks played between the two, even Zhuang Rui can see through it at a glance.

Zhuang Rui stopped when he heard this, anyway, it doesn't hurt to take a look, there is Liu Chuan in this market, and he is not afraid of these two people buying and selling, he also has a trace of luck in his heart, he can receive Wang Shizhen's "Xiangzu Notes" manuscript from the hands of the rural lady, maybe this person really has some good goods in his hands, if it is true, even if he can't afford it, absorbing the aura in it, it is also a stable and advantageous business that will not suffer losses.

Brother Xiong saw this young man turn around, but also secretly happy in his heart, just now he and the monkey observed for a long time, and saw that he stopped at every stall selling old paintings and calligraphy, but he just looked, did not buy, such a person Generally speaking, he should know a little about calligraphy and painting, but looking at his age, it is estimated that he has not been in the industry for a long time, and he belongs to a bottle of vinegar is not satisfied, and half a bottle is swaying.

Brother Xiong stood up, Zhuang Rui saw that he was not making a bench, but a rattan box, after opening the box, Brother Xiong carefully took out a scroll wrapped in yellow cloth with both hands, uncovered the yellow cloth that wrapped the scroll, just look at the appearance, the wooden shaft rods at both ends of the scroll are worn and worn, and it looks like an old object.

Brother Xiong unfolded the scroll on the rattan box, Zhuang Rui found that this is a vertical scroll, the length and width are about 50 * 110 cm, the paper is slightly yellowed, and the painting is a bamboo growing in the mountain rocks, and a poem: "Painting bamboo plugs the sky and the earth, turning the wind and rain and the pen head; The handwriting is of various sizes and skewed, and at the bottom of the poem is the inscription Zheng Xie, and several seals are printed.

"Who is Jung Sub?".

Zhuang Rui blurted out, but he regretted it as soon as the words came out, and he also made a joke now, Zheng Xie's word Banqiao, but the name Zheng Banqiao was too famous, and Zhuang Rui didn't react for a while, which is similar to the joke that Yang Wei's father said that Tang Bohu and Tang Yin were two people.

Brother Xiong and the monkey looked at each other, their eyes were full of suspicion, this person didn't even know Zheng Banqiao's original name, can he tell the truth from the fake, if he is an impulsive person, it is easy to do, and if it looks like it is real, he will buy it, but this person looks very calm, and it is not easy to fool this matter today.

Zhuang Rui lowered his head, and when he covered the sight of others with the strands of hair on his forehead, he looked at the so-called Zheng Banqiao's calligraphy and painting, a yellow light flashed in his eyes, and the aura had already circled in the painting, and when the aura returned to his eyes, there was no vision, no need to ask, Zhuang Rui had already sentenced this calligraphy and painting to death in his heart.

Since the aura can be absorbed from the couplet and the manuscript, Zhuang Rui has done experiments in many books, but none of them contain aura, pondering for a long time and combining the two absorption of aura, Zhuang Rui came to a conclusion that the object that can contain aura must be something very old, in terms of time, at least before liberation, this is based on the judgment made by the couplet of the couplet.

Zhuang Rui even doubted that the aura in the couplet and manuscript could be the aura produced by the author's preoccupation in the creation at that time, but this idea is too ridiculous, and Zhuang Rui only thought of it unintentionally, but Zhuang Rui has already decided at this moment that this thing in front of him must be a fake.

"Two, I'm a little unsure about this thing, so you'd better put it away first. Zhuang Rui raised his head and said to the two male brothers and monkeys in front of him with expectant looks.

Uncle De once said to Zhuang Rui that there is no truth or falsehood in the antique industry, only the old and the new, and to leave a line of people, even if the thing is new, ordinary people will only say that they can't see it accurately, and they can't say it well, and they won't point it out directly, and the seller will naturally understand it and won't be entangled.

As soon as Zhuang Rui's words came out, Brother Xiong and the monkey looked at each other, but they didn't expect that this person who didn't even know Zheng Banqiao's real name didn't even ask the price, and said a jargon, this is the two of them who have gone away, where do they know, if Zhuang Rui doesn't have those eyes, where can he distinguish the true from the false, you just give him a modern print, maybe he will think it is true when he looks at the realism of the print.

Monkey and Brother Xiong met Zhuang Rui is their bad luck, this Zheng Banqiao's high imitation calligraphy and painting of the old technique, can be regarded as relatively clever, the paper of calligraphy and painting is indeed the Qing Dynasty, the font painting is also made by masters, compared with Zheng Banqiao's original work, it can almost be fake and true, and the "shaft rod" of the vertical shaft It has also been processed by the old, and people who generally know braille calligraphy and painting and are not very good at Zheng Banqiao will definitely think that this calligraphy and painting is Zheng Banqiao's handwriting, but Zhuang Rui they met is a guy who does not take the usual path, but his hard work is lost.

Brother Xiong is also single, after hearing Zhuang Rui's words, there is not much, and he quickly put away the calligraphy and painting and put it back in the box, this is their food, anyway, there are more people in society who want to take advantage of it now, and if Zhuang Rui is not covered, naturally there will still be other people who will be fooled.

Zhuang Rui was also interested, the aura in his eyes was less than half because of the treatment of his mother, and he was also anxious to add, who knew that after a morning of shopping, he didn't encounter a single valuable thing, it seems that even if there are these eyes, it is not so easy to pick up the leak in the legend.

"Two, if there are really any old things in the future, go to the pet house in front to say hello to the boss there, you guys are busy ...... first."

Zhuang Rui politely said a few words, he will go back to Zhonghai City to work in a few months, and it is impossible to stay here all day, but these people in front of him are messing around here, maybe they will encounter some good things at some point.

"Whoa...... Rush Rush ......".

After Zhuang Rui said hello, he was about to leave, when a familiar and pleasant chirping suddenly sounded in his ears.