That young man was none other than Lin Yi. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoSince Lin Yi became a celebrity after appearing in a documentary, many TV stations have thrown olive branches to him, but in the end he rejected them. Because for Lin Yi, the happiest thing is not to become famous, not to be a grassroots star on variety shows, but to constantly go to books, to experience, and to see the real world of collecting. So Lin Yi said goodbye to Begonia and his family, and came to Jinling, thousands of miles away.

As a famous historical and cultural city and the most historical collection capital in China, Lin Yi feels that the hidden dragon and crouching tiger here will definitely help him get more experience.

Since you have come to Jinling, you must visit the Confucius Temple. For outsiders, the Confucius Temple is equivalent to the coordinates of the Jinling antique market, representing that period of history that can never be erased.

Leaving Li Tiezui's fortune-telling booth, Lin Yi walked straight to the front. At noon, there was no one, the whole Confucius Temple was exceptionally quiet, Lin Yi took out a bottle of water from his satchel, and saw that there was a stall not far away, so he walked over, but unfortunately it was not to buy and sell old books, but some messy old things, like some old-fashioned watches, chairman's seals, and faded jade rings, gold and stone seals and other things.

The stall owner was a thin old man in his fifties, and when he saw Lin Yi squatting down and looking at his grocery stall, he glanced at the mineral water in Lin Yi's hand, clicked his chapped lips a few times and said, "Can you let me take a sip?" ”

Lin Yi smiled and handed the water over.

The thin old man was obviously very thirsty, took the water, and drank more than half of it in one go, and then hiccuped comfortably, and when he saw Lin Yi looking at him, he was embarrassed to return half of the water he had drunk, so he said: "Young man, look at this stall if you like it, I will give you half the price." ”

Lin Yi said: "You're welcome, I still have water in my bag--- are you a local here, are you familiar with this Confucius Temple?" ”

As soon as the thin old man heard this, he came to his senses and said: "The young man has good eyesight, and he can see at a glance that I am a local, and I have been setting up a stall here for almost 20 years, and I am also one of the veterans of this antique area." Then the thin old man began to gush on and on.

"Speaking of which, the current Confucius Temple is all rebuilt, which is different from my impression when I was a child. In the 50s, I watched the dancing guns and sticks of the artists in the rivers and lakes, watched the colorful tricks of magicians, listened to the drum book, cross talk, watched shadow puppet shows, and even Cai Shaowu's flying car walking wall performance.

In the 60s, I loved to visit the Confucius Temple Book Market and buy some cheap books. I remember clearly that the first dictionary I used was found at a used bookstall in Confucius Temple, 1 dime and 2 cents!

The 70s was the most depressed period of the Confucius Temple, and many things that the masses liked to see disappeared, and the core area of the Confucius Temple was also deserted at that time. In the end, it was changed to Yongan Shopping Mall and Vegetable Market, which made the whole place nondescript.

The 80s was the beginning of the revival of the Confucius Temple, and from 1984, the relevant departments put the renovation of the Confucius Temple on the agenda. First of all, to solve the big problem of 'Confucius Temple without a temple' in the past half century. Tourists from other places often come to visit the Confucius Temple with a blank face, neither the master nor the temple, it is actually a bustling market. Speaking of which, even the old man and I, the old Nanjing, don't know the specific location of the Confucian Temple. In 1937, before the fall of Nanjing, the Japanese bombardment, after the fall of the Japanese army retaliated by setting fire to the area, so that the area around the Confucius Temple was reduced to ashes. The Japanese people's bitter hatred for the Confucius Temple may be because the Nationalist Government had just held a 'trophy exhibition' here, which was a very humiliating thing for the 'Imperial Army', so it was burned to the ground.

In the more than 10 years since 1984, the government has invested more than 2 billion yuan to restore more than 300,000 square meters of ancient buildings. All the "blue bricks, small tiles, horse-head walls, cloisters hanging lattice windows" Hui style architecture makes the Confucius Temple look new and magnificent, and even the storefront is floating with ancient style. This is far from the old man's vague and vain artistic conception. But it's a good location for those of us who set up a stall, don't look at my stall business, sell miscellaneous, and make a lot of money all day long, my two sons from school to marriage, are all from my stall to confess......"

Hearing the old man say so carefully, Lin Yi couldn't help but smile, so he said: "But I saw that there were not many people setting up stalls, and I walked around for a long time before I saw your stall." ”

The old man smiled, "You are a layman, we stalls, unlike other places, like to close the stall at noon to make up for sleep, and open comfortably in the afternoon...... Anyway, money can never be earned, your body is the most important, and the secret of health preservation is also said, 'Meridian sleep is very important, and the little ghost of Hades can't catch it'. ”

Lin Yi suddenly realized, no wonder he walked around for a long time, and he didn't see a few stalls, it turned out that everyone had all closed their stalls and slept, and it was really decrepit enough for him to come at noon.

"Young man, I see that you are gentle, are you here to travel or go to school?" The thin old man asked suddenly.

Lin Yiwan said, "Just go around and buy a few books." ”

"Buying books? Buying used books? There aren't many young people who like old books now. The people who come to this Confucius Temple to buy books are either old men in their forties and fifties, or middle-aged people in their thirties and forties. ”

"Why is that?" Lin Yiqi said.

"Why? Books are expensive! The thin old man pouted, "I can't figure out when the old books that were originally on the pound became so valuable, remember clearly, in the past, I used to pay a few cents here to buy a set of villain books in good condition, like "Railway Guerrilla", "Journey to the West", and "Water Margin", now you can't buy it without hundreds or even thousands. Also, the original Republic of China books and thread-bound books are even less valuable, traditional Chinese characters, not easy to recognize, people disdain to buy it, and some don't even give it for free, now, just yesterday on a stall of what new literature of the Republic of China, more than a dozen copies were sold for tens of thousands of yuan! Grandma's, more than those of us who sell miscellaneous items...... If I had eyes and knew that this thing was so valuable now, I would have bought them all and taken them home, and if I had covered them until now, it would have been developed---"

Listening to what the thin old man said interestingly, Lin Yi smiled and said: "Yes, it's a pity that people don't have front and back eyes, if you can predict these things, you can hide the monkey ticket, Yuan Datou and everything, and put it until now, all of them have doubled......" said this, but Lin Yi heard two important news from the old man's words, first, there are many good books here, and second, good books here are very expensive. It seems that Jinling is worthy of being a place where scholars gather, but it is difficult to "pick up the leaks".

Lin Yi unconsciously chatted with the thin old man for a long time. Although this thin old man is a stall maker, he is well-informed, and he has traveled all the year round, what interesting anecdotes, celebrity anecdotes, he will come when he opens his mouth, and what Fu Baoshi, Zhou Qi, they all like to visit the Confucius Temple, and I have seen them. Especially in the 60s, he also sold Fu Baoshi a calligraphy and painting, which seemed to be painted by Zheng Banqiao in the Qing Dynasty. Now that I think about it, it's a big loss, and if that calligraphy and painting are put up to now, it's worth at least millions...... The old man shook his head and sighed, saying that he might be the life of this stall to do business, and he didn't have that blessing.

As the saying goes, "It is better to travel thousands of miles than to read ten thousand books", which is probably what it means, anyway, Lin Yi learned a lot from the old man's mouth, knew the humanities of Jinling, knew the past and present life of this Confucius Temple, and knew the glorious past of a stall vendor, and the lonely present.

Just when Lin Yi was in infinite reverie, the thin old man suddenly reminded him: "Young man, didn't you say that you want to buy old books?" Then hurry up. ”

"What's wrong?" Lin Yi looked back, and he didn't know when the stalls around had already begun. In the blink of an eye, along the Confucian temple a circle, all of them occupy a full stall, selling everything, look at it, antique furniture, four treasures of the study, ancient books and paintings, old books and periodicals, agate jade, ceramics, Chinese and foreign coins, bamboo and wood bone carving, shadow puppet masks, Buddhist tokens, national costumes, cultural relics and so on, dense, dazzling, almost look at the eyes of the flowers.

Lin Yi didn't have time to say goodbye to the old man, because he had already seen a few bookstalls open not far away, and a dozen or so bookworms and bookworms had already surrounded him, eyeing each other.

In addition, not far away, there were seven or eight experienced book hunters rushing to those bookstalls.

Why does Lin Yi know that they are book Taoers, according to the words of a cross talk master, "Even if you sprinkle perfume, I can smell the scumbag on your body", similarly, as a four-grade collector who plays books, Lin Yi can see at a glance that they are masters of book shopping.

In retrospect, people who buy used books can be easily divided into three categories: bookworms, bookworms, and book hunters.

Bookworms, who like to buy and read books, collect books, but don't know much about books, are often nervous at hand, and have no copper in their bags. If you walk around the second-hand book market, most of the bookworms are pale, rubbing books around the bookstall and reading books, and occasionally when they see a cheap one, they will take out a piece of star anise and buy two copies.

Bookworms love books like life, know a little about some editions, and the market price of rare books, even if there is no money in the bag, if you meet a book you like, you have to die, and do everything possible to smash the pot and sell iron to buy it, which is satisfactory, and this can sleep well.

As for those book buyers, most of them are masters of book hunting, what editions, the market price of new and old books, know better than anyone else, their purpose of buying books is very pure, either collect, or resell, and then to collect and nourish, and constantly expand the quality and quantity of their collections.

When Lin Yi visited the stalls before, he also met such book hunters, but there were not many of them, like here, seven or eight popped up at once; It seems that the second-hand book market here is really full of masters, so I wonder if the bosses who set up stalls to sell used books are also masters among masters? Eye-punching or leak-picking, which is more powerful---?! (To be continued.) )