On a July day, it is as hot as a furnace, especially at two or three o'clock in the afternoon.

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On the other hand, on the main street of the town, there are shelters everywhere, and all kinds of things are placed underneath. Copperware, agate, jade, wood, medicinal herbs, bracelets....

Of course, there aren't too many people on the streets now, and even most of the stall owners cover their stalls with cloth and take a nap on the side.

Obviously, the customers with two or three big cats and small cats can't arouse the interest of these stall owners at all.

Fang Zheng carried a large bag on his back, walked around these stalls a few times, and didn't find anything particularly interesting, so he found a place to rest first.

I went to several hotels, they were basically full, and I didn't find a place to stay until I finally found a place to stay, and I charged one hundred and fifty oceans a night.

After chatting with the shopkeeper, Fang Zheng finally figured out what was going on for a while.

Speaking of which, the town is also the transit station of the Ancient Tea Horse Road in the past, and it is naturally a place with developed transportation, so the villagers in Sili and Eight Townships are used to trading some things here, and it has gradually become a market.

However, in ancient times, how could everyone have so much spare money to spend, so the bazaar was only available on the fifth day of the lunar calendar, and on the fifth, fifteenth, and twenty-fifth of the lunar month, all kinds of salt, ironware, medicinal herbs, furs, etc., would be set up and traded here.

After the founding of the People's Republic of China, the roads here were renovated and became more convenient. Coupled with the gradual spread of Tibetan culture in recent years and the endless flow of people traveling to Tibet, it has become a tradition to open a market here, and the days have changed from every five days of the lunar calendar to every weekend.

Buddhist items from Tibetan areas, rare medicinal materials such as cordyceps and tiger bones, as well as copper, iron, porcelain and pottery occasionally dug out of the underground in Shaanxi, jade materials from some merchants in Hetian, and various wood, agate, etc., which have become popular in recent years, have become a very distinctive trading center in the northwest.

Just like Panjiayuan and Shili River in Beijing, Shenyang Road in Jincheng, Bajiao Street in Tibet, Tengchong in Yunnan, and Lianyungang in Jiangsu and Zhejiang, it will attract a lot of tourists to buy things.

Of course, there are more man-made things, such as some "tiger bones" on the stalls of Tibetans with a simple face, which look thick and have some claws, which are extraordinary, but in fact, the cow bones are glued with some claws.

Regardless of the fact that this bone ratio is not like a feline at all, let's just say that there are so many tigers in the whole country that let you take tiger bones?

It is precisely because of the adulteration of real and fake in the market, counterfeits occupy a large part, plus some other miscellaneous factors, so the market supervision turns a blind eye to these things.

For example, bronzes, especially those of the Qin and Han dynasties, are national treasures, who dares to sell them? But there are so many bronzes on the market, in case the police see people selling bronzes, come and arrest them, take them for inspection, good guys, all modern handicrafts, how to deal with them?

Another example is the tiger bones placed in the stall now, recklessly reporting that someone has killed wild tigers here, and the things are stored one by one, and they are taken back for inspection, and the cow bones have no connection with the tiger at all.

There is also amber beeswax, which is reported to the customs, but many of them are smuggled in through parcels to avoid taxes. There are so many amber beeswax sellers on the market, can you catch one and seal one? If this continues, no one will come to do business, and of course there will be no tourists.

And the same stall is more than 100 yuan a day, and the cost of so many stalls is a small treasury for the market management.

It is for these various reasons that the regulation in this area is still very loose. There are also some people in it who secretly sell some contraband, or antiques or something, of course, it depends on the individual's eyesight.

Every weekend, it is not only people from all over the country who come to the town to set up stalls, but also vendors from all over the country. The things bought and sold were no longer salt and iron, but all kinds of jade and agate accessories.

In July and August, it is the time when many people choose to enter Tibet, and the town as a transit station is even more densely populated, and there are buses sent to Tibetan areas every day, and there are hundreds of people in normal times, and many stalls are fixed here.

Of course, most of these stalls sell not precious things, and many of them are set up by the merchants in the town themselves, making more or less money for milk powder.

On weekends, it's bustling, with many businesses coming from elsewhere renting their stalls and putting out some rare goods.

For example, there are antiques dug up from Shaanxi, jade materials from Hetian... Of course, if you buy a fake, you can only blame yourself.

After listening to the boss with relish, Fang Zheng returned to the room, put down his backpack, went to bed first, prepared to rest, and then went out for a stroll at dusk.

After all, it's so hot outside now, there aren't many tourists at all, and the stall owners don't bother to put things out. At dusk, the sun is not so poisonous, there are more tourists, and of course there is motivation to set up stalls and sit in business.

Two hours later, the fixed alarm bell rang, Fang Zheng sat up from the bed, simply cleaned up the house, put a few hundred yuan in his wallet, and went out for a walk.

Although the sun has not yet set, it is not as hot as noon, especially the coolness brought by the evening breeze, which is indescribably refreshing.

Instead of going straight to the stalls, Founder went straight to a deli on the side of the road.

After coming to town in the afternoon, before he could find a hotel to stay in, Fang Zheng noticed this delicatessen.

It's just that the delicatessen is usually closed in the afternoon and doesn't open until four or five o'clock, so Fang Zheng just remembered the location of the deli and went to the hotel.

Now that the deli has opened, Fang Zheng went straight to the front of the marinated pot, smelling the aroma wafting inside, and Fang Zheng's saliva was about to flow out.

Anyone who has eaten rabbit meat, fish, and fruits in the mountains for a month will not be able to stand the smell of this fragrance.

Picking up a pair of chopsticks on the board next to him, Fang Zheng rummaged through the meat, and finally stuck his head on a piece of pork knuckle and picked it directly on the board.

After choosing a piece, Fang Zheng didn't stop, and continued to rummage in the stew pot, and turned out a large piece of pig's head meat.

"Cut it from here, just cut it in half." Fang Zheng put the meat in front of the boss: "Don't look at it."

The boss nodded, his hand fell, and directly according to Fangzheng's request, he cut off half of the fat and thin pig's head: "Take it away, or eat it here?"

"Eat here, and cut your elbows." Fang Zheng looked up and looked at the menu hanging on the wall of the store: "Four more steamed buns, a serving of peanuts, a bottle of beer, the beer should be cold."

"Okay, you sit inside." The boss didn't talk nonsense, first weighed the meat, then cut the meat in minutes, put it in a basin and added seasonings, and then sent it to Fangzheng.

Picked up a mouthful of meat and stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it, and nodded with satisfaction, the boss This meat is marinated well, and the characteristics of the pig's head meat are perfectly retained, and it is just right for wine.

In particular, the taste of the meat is not covered by the taste of the seasoning, and it has been some years since I thought about the soup.

is eating meat with steamed buns, a few people walked into the restaurant, Fang Zheng looked up, yo, what a coincidence, isn't this the owner of the car who hitched a ride in the afternoon?

However, it is still a little different from when I took the car, when I took the car, there were two people, the father and daughter, and now there are five people in total. In addition to the father and daughter, there is also a middle-aged couple and a fat man with a big belly.

No matter how you say it, you can be regarded as a barely known person, you can't pretend not to see it, Fang Zheng temporarily stopped his chopsticks and greeted the owner of the car: "Hey, you guys are also coming to dinner?"

The middle-aged man was also a little surprised, but he didn't expect to meet the young man who was hitchhiking here, so he nodded and responded, and then led a group of people into the private room.

It can be regarded as a meeting from Pingshui, and it has temporarily upgraded to a nodding friend.

If there were only two fathers and daughters, Fang Zheng might take the initiative to invite them to a meal, and he should be grateful, as for whether the middle-aged man would agree, that was the middle-aged man's business.

But now, Fang Zheng categorically wouldn't open this mouth, because the middle-aged man came with a friend.

Everyone has their own circle of friends, not every circle will be happy to meet a stranger, and rushing into it will only make the atmosphere worse.

Maybe it's really fateful! After taking a second to sigh, Fang Zheng continued to focus on the plate of meat in front of him.

After almost two catties of meat, Fang Zheng patted his full stomach, got up to check out, and walked towards the trading market leisurely, while thinking about how to make some pocket money in the next two days.

Yes, Fang is thinking about making money.

As the saying goes, gold and antiques in troubled times, as soon as the world is peaceful, it will naturally set off a wave of collecting fever. Even if Fang Zheng is just a child of ordinary people, he is quite interested in this aspect.

Of course, Fang Zheng didn't understand this aspect of antiques, after all, Fang Zheng was a poor scum before, and he didn't have the opportunity to contact these at all.

Don't think that it's really like what is written in the novel, picking up a big leak in the antique market and making millions of dollars in minutes......

No merchant is a fool, especially those who play antiques, there is a good saying, if you don't open for three years, you will eat for three years.

If a merchant does not understand something, the price offered is lower than the merchant's psychological price, and even if the merchant continues to stay in his hands, he would rather not open it than choose to sell it.

Most of the transactions are done when both sides are satisfied with the price. Of course, this does not mean that there is no leakage to pick up, maybe something the merchant does not understand, his psychological expectation is 1000 yuan, but the actual value is 10000 yuan, at this time you take it out of 1100, it is equivalent to picking up the leak.

The reason why there are so few leaks is because most of the people who want to pick up leaks are missed.

Fang Zheng didn't understand antiques at all, even in Lu Zu's inheritance, he rarely touched on this aspect, after all, secular sundries were all tattered things for Lu Zu, even if real antiques were placed in front of Lu Zu, he wouldn't be too interested, how could he study them carefully like an expert?

So as soon as the idea of antiques appeared, it was ruthlessly cut off by Fangzheng, and he had to find another way to make a little money.

There are some medicinal materials in the inheritance of Lu Zu, including how to enter the medicine and how to configure it, but now the real medicinal materials are all expensive; The same is true of jade, I think that Lu Zu used jade to draw charms and play with nothing to do, and when he ran out, naturally there were rich and noble people who offered jade to practice, just asking for a piece of jade engraved with charms, and then looking at the stones now, I can't wait to calculate the price by grams, and some Hetian seeds have been priced by grams......

Touching the remaining four hundred and fifty-one yuan in the wallet, Fang Zheng said: The baby has no money, and the baby is bitter.