After waking up, Yang Fan showed an expression of the rest of his life, mixed with a look of disbelief. Such a strange thing, whoever happens to it, will not be calm.

The fragment, with curiosity and apprehension, he devoured it and found that it was nothing, very simple Taoist knowledge, Yang Fan could read it.

At this time, he accidentally threw a piece of ancient jade on the table to the ground.

There was a click and it shattered in half. Yang Fan reacted, feeling distressed. He saved the rest of the money for two months before he worked hard to pick it up from the stall. Based on the knowledge he has learned in the past three years, this piece of ancient jade is very likely to be genuine.

Yesterday, he was going to take it to someone for appraisal in two days. Now there is no need to bother, my heart is about to bleed.

Carefully picked up the two pieces and looked at them carefully, after all, this was the first treasure he had found.

But the next moment, he was stunned. A stream of information reached his mind, all of which proved that this thing was a fake, not as good as an ordinary piece of new jade.

"Strange!"

Yang Fan suddenly remembered that dream that was not very clear, could it be real?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but get excited, and the peace of mind he had cultivated in the past three years had long since disappeared. He immediately stared at the broken Taoist book next to him, but to his surprise, there was no information.

Could it be that there is a mistake there? With a puzzled expression, his mind was highly concentrated. At that moment, a string of information came into Yang Fan's mind: the scriptures of the Mingyue Taoist Temple in the middle of the Ming Dynasty, written by the master of the Taoist Temple, were destroyed during the Republic of China......

Yang Fan didn't know how to express his mood at the moment.

After a long time, when he came to his senses, he exhaled, is this the function of the Ming Muslim? In any case, it seems to be a good thing for him. He is well aware that from now on, his fate will change completely.

After all, he is still a young man, and he can't do the old guy's old-fashioned attitude. He couldn't wait, carrying the pitiful balance, he slipped out of the door and went straight to the antique market.

Returning to the familiar ancient street, Yang Fan did not enter the antique store, and the target was on the stalls. Rengui is self-aware, and it is a little embarrassing for him to run into an antique store with that little money.

Unlike others, when he stopped at a small stall, the stall owner not only did not show the "sincerity and enthusiasm" of "cheating" customers, but also found that the person who came was Yang Fan, and his expression was a little impatient.

It's no wonder that people have such expressions, you have been here for three years, and everyone is so familiar that they can't be more familiar. In the past three years, you have also patronized everyone many times, but you have never paid for it. Strictly speaking, the money was paid once. Such customers can't be entertained with enthusiasm.

"Boy, I heard that you were fired by Tang Rooster?" The stall owner was a middle-aged man, and he talked to Yang Fan without the slightest politeness, anyway, this guy had never contributed a dime to him.

Tang Dachuan's personality makes people who are familiar with him privately call him Tang Rooster, which is not a secret, and it means that he does not pull out a dime.

Belch!

Yang Fan was stunned, but he didn't expect that in less than half a day, the news of being fired came out.

"You know?"

The stall owner smiled: "Now you go and ask the whole street, who doesn't know the news?"

Dizzy!

Yang Fan dared to guarantee that it must have been passed on by Wang Jian's slut, that kid had long looked at him unpleasantly and regarded himself as superior.

"Boy, can you get some courage out today? Get something back? No, I accidentally hit the lottery and picked up a baby, which made Tang Rooster envious. The stall owner induced.

This kid harassed him for three years, and if he didn't take the opportunity to make a profit, the stall owner was really uncomfortable.

"Let's see. Yang Fan knew what this guy was thinking, and he didn't break it.

Hearing this, the stall owner pursed his lips, it seems that there is no chance of making Yang Fan's money today. Didn't he say to take a look at it first? He didn't pay for it once, which was a bit hateful.

No more talking nonsense with the boss, concentrate and inspect the goods on the stall one by one. One after another, information came into his brain, and his brain organized the information like a computer.

After looking at everything on the stall, Yang Fan felt a little dizzy in his brain. This is the sequelae of a long period of high mental concentration, and Yang Fan is not surprised.

He looked at the stall owner strangely, and was speechless: You have a lot of things, all of them are fakes, do you dare to put a real one?

"How about it? For the sake of acquaintances, how about giving you a discount?" said the stall owner laughed.

"Ahem, the goods are good, but I didn't find one that suited me. Yang Fan also responded hypocritically, you can't point to people's noses and scold the mass grave, right?

In the antique market, even if you know that it is fake, you can't announce it in public without mercy. Otherwise, who will dare to sell you in the future? That stall, that shop doesn't have any fakes? If you point it out, do people still want to do business? Do business, reputation is very important, if you destroy it, you can go home and grow sweet potatoes.

The stall owner seemed to have expected this result a long time ago, and was not too disappointed, waving his hand to send off the customers, letting Yang Fan leave, so as not to affect his mood.

When Yang Fan went to the next stall, the stall owner directly refused the customer: "Xiaofan, I haven't bought new goods in the past few days, there is nothing to see, don't delay your time, I will notify you of good goods next time." ”

Yang Fan rolled his eyes and said secretly: You don't need to be so unkind, right? After all, we have known each other for more than two years, and when you came here to set up a stall, I also helped you clean up your things a few times!

"Look and go, see and go. Yang Fan said embarrassedly.

The stall owner was very depressed, with an urge to strangle people and go crazy, but he couldn't say it too explicitly and shouted for people to get out. That would be very detrimental to his reputation as an old stall of nearly three years.

After watching it for a while, Yang Fan's spirit became very poor, listless, and drowsy. He slapped his head twice to cheer himself up.

Only now did I realize that the function of the Ming Mu Fu did not seem to be unrestrained, and it required a lot of energy. What he is worried about is how to improve his mental strength.

Yang Fan couldn't help but think of the last few mantras of the remnants: clear the heart and calm the air, hug the heart, sustenance the void, and condense the soul!

Just when he was a little embarrassed, a vague piece of information echoed in his mind: a hanging silk puppet, a puppet of the Ming Dynasty, from the hands of a folk master, pine material......

It was a puppet the size of two fists and twenty centimeters high, carved to life.

"I see you're not in good spirits, go back and rest! The boss seized the opportunity and drove Yang Fan away.

"How do you sell this puppet?" Yang Fan asked quietly.

The stall owner was slightly stunned, and looked at this guy in surprise, the moon was full on the first day of the first month?

However, no matter what, there is a business that is impossible to refuse. They are all acquaintances, and they know the situation of this guy, so I'm embarrassed to slaughter it too much.

"Two hundred to take. ”

"Tall, how about twenty?"

"Damn, you can get that big puppet for twenty dollars? Girls play with more than twenty dolls, let's talk about the real price. "The stall owner was a little annoyed.

Yang Fan laughed dryly twice and asked, "Thirty." ”

"You go, don't do your business. "The stall owner really can't help it, it's really too deceitful.

"Fifty at most, I don't want one more. ”

The stall owner didn't want to entangle, so he moved the puppet over and reached out to ask for money. Fifty dollars is pure profit, and the puppet was picked up by him passing by the garbage heap.

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