Antique appreciation, Liu Daode doesn't understand.

However, the things that can be called antiques have at least dozens or hundreds of years of history, and they have been carved over the years, so they naturally carry a bit of heaviness and vicissitudes. If you feel it carefully, you can find that the aura is stored in zài.

This is very different from a newly created fake.

Liu Daodao's six senses are keen, standing in front of a stall, and he has sensed the things placed in a moment.

The stall is okay, at least a few copper coins are genuine. He pinched one of them in his hand and looked through it, it was a very common Qianlong Tongbao, and there was a subtle aura on it.

Seeing him pick up the copper coin, the eldest sister who was guarding the stall only came to the business, and said casually: "The copper coin is five yuan a piece, and there is a discount for the large amount, do you want it?" Look at the posture, it is like selling cabbage.

Obviously, even she knew that these copper coins were worthless.

In fact, the antique dealers who set up stalls outside are petty fights, and there are very few real things on the stalls, and the prices are generally not expensive.

"I'm just looking," Liu Daode said, putting down Qianlong Tongbao and continuing to walk towards the next stall.

After a while, he picked up a pendant made of black and swarthy material, raised his hand and asked, "Boss, how much is this?"

"Oh, this one is carved from bones, a serious thing of the Eight Hundred Republic of China. You have to ask for it sincerely, take it for a hundred dollars," the fat stall owner with glasses got up and replied.

"One hundred yuan?" Liu Daode asked rhetorically.

"Yes," the fat stall owner nodded.

This thing was just collected from the countryside some time ago, and it cost five dollars. After buying it back, he had studied it, it should be carved from cow bones, the carving was rough, and it was not worth much.

The fat stall owner opened his mouth to shout a hundred, which was naturally inflated, and he was ready to let the other party make a price.

"One hundred yuan, you take it" Liu Daode did not hesitate at all, and took out a hundred yuan directly from his pocket.

"Oh......" with a hundred dollars in his hand, the fat stall owner was a little unable to come back to his senses. The business came so easily that he was a little unbelievable.

The stall owner next to him saw that his eyes were hot, and he hurriedly shouted: "Little brother, come and have a look, I also have bone carving ornaments here,"

"Thank you, no" Liu Daode held the bone carving in his hand and floated into the antique city next to him.

"Silly ×" witnessed the other party's behavior, and the fat stall owner had a sneer on his face. Many people think that buying something at a stall is a rare treasure, and it can be sold for a high price when it is sold in the antique city.

If there is such a good thing, he still needs to set up a stall?

When he set off, Liu Daode only brought 300 yuan with him. For more than a week, most of the food alone has been spent, and the 100 just now is the only thing left on the body.

Liu Daode is not a pedantic person, he has no money in his pocket, so he naturally has to find a way to earn some.

That's why I turned here, and I wanted to pick up the leak with my eyesight.

There is nothing special about the bone carving in the hand, it is a pattern that is more than every year. However, Liu Daode knew that the stall owner was wrong, and it was definitely not from the Republic of China, because the aura on this side was far stronger than the Qianlong Tongbao just now.

Entering the antique city, Liu Daode suddenly felt that there were two worlds with the outside. Regardless of the decoration or layout, the pù inside the store gives people a tall visual feeling.

However, when he released his divine sense, he was a little disappointed.

There is no difference between this and the outside stalls, and most of them are fakes.

Liu Daode randomly chose an antique shop, entered the store and said to the shopkeeper who was playing with his mobile phone: "Do you accept antiques here?"

"Hey, what do you have?" the other party put down his phone and asked with great interest.

Liu Daode spread out his palms and placed the pendant on the glass counter.

The shopkeeper stretched out his hand to take it, looked at it for a moment, shook his head, and said, "The bones are carved and are not worth much, if you sell them, I will give you fifty yuan." ”

"Don't sell" Liu Daode took the hanger and simply left.

Re-enter a shop and repeat.

"Up to 200 dollars"

……

After asking a few stores, Liu Daode knew that he had taken it for granted.

Even if it's an antique, it depends on who sells it. He has a young face, and it is easy for those shopkeepers to have preconceived notions about this pendant at all.

If you can't sell it, you should pay a hundred yuan to buy a pendant to play.

He smiled self-deprecatingly, intending to turn away.

"Wait, young man," a voice sounded behind him.

Liu Daode turned his head and saw an old man wearing glasses standing opposite: "Something?" When he was selling pendants just now, the old man was also looking at calligraphy and paintings in the antique shop.

"Can I take a look at the bone carving pendant in your hand?" the old man took two steps forward.

"No problem," Liu Daode handed it over casually.

The old man took out a magnifying glass from his pocket and looked at it carefully for a moment before asking, "How much, I want it?"

"You make a price" Liu Daode handed over the initiative to the other party.

"How about a thousand five?" the old man asked tentatively.

"Deal" Liu Daode is still neat.

"Oh......" The old man's reaction was very similar to that of the fat stall owner, and he didn't know what to say.

The expression on the other party's face was flat from beginning to end, so that he had no pleasure in picking up the leak at all.

After the money and goods were cleared, he couldn't help but ask: "Young man, do you know which dynasty this pendant is from and what material?"

"Does it matter?" Liu Daode smiled, turned around and left, not giving the other party a chance to show off at all.

What kind of material is this domino, which dynasty, and what is the real value? To him, it is not too important. He just wanted to raise some money for the journey.

If you really want to count on this big profit, you just swept all the stalls outside.

"It's a little interesting" It wasn't until he couldn't see anyone that the old man had a little more depression on his face.

Coming out of the antique city, Liu Daode had nowhere to go for a while, so he walked slowly along the street, and finally sat down on a bench in the garden by the street, his eyes swept over at will, observing the pedestrians coming and going.

The hustle and bustle of the world is for profit, and the hustle and bustle of the world is for profit. Self, man, sentient beings, no self, no one, no sentient beings...... The street in front of me is like a big river, and countless passers-by walk in it, whether it is white-collar workers or beggars, in this big river, there is actually no difference, they are all running around for daily needs.

There are very few people who can jump out of the transcendent things of the great river.

Liu Daode suddenly felt that he was also in a bigger river, and he was also running for what he was pursuing.

After sitting for a long time, he got back up and continued his walk around the city.

When night fell, Liu Daode left the provincial capital and came to the edge of the Yellow River.

Now is the abundant season of the Yellow River, and the water surface is magnificent and very imposing. Taking advantage of the moonlight, he looked up, but he couldn't see the other side at all.

The divine consciousness was released, and the slightest water vein and spiritual energy surged, which was felt more than in the big river near Nanshan Town.

However, Liu Daode was still a little disappointed.

In this aura, there is too much evil qi and rotten qi...... Even in the sandy earth under his feet, he sensed the preservation of rotten bones.

Remembering that he had read about the history of the Yellow River in a book, Liu Daode knew it.

In the past 1,000 years, the Yellow River has breached many times, flooded countless fertile fields, and lost many people in the torrent. It's normal to have such a mixed atmosphere.

After a while, he sat down cross-legged and began his daily practice.

When it was almost dawn, he got up and ran towards the ancestral courtyard of the Shi family. xh:.74.240.212