Walking out of the Imperial Palace, Tang Dou saw that Yang Deng had not decided where to live for a long time, and said with a slight smile: "Yang Deng, if you find it inconvenient, I can rent a house near the antique street for a few of you as a dormitory, I think two bedrooms and one living room should be enough, and this matter can be done tomorrow." ”

Yang Deng's eyes lit up, this is a good idea, it's just ......

"Boss, if you don't rent the house, I'll bear part of it."

Tang Dou smiled and waved his hand: "This is the benefit of the store, we have more people now, we must arrange a dormitory for everyone, so it's decided." ”

There are many people in the store, but Liu Shuyi is a native of Jinling City, and her home is not too far from Confucius Temple Antique Street, and she goes home to live every day.

Yang Deng knew that if it weren't for his own sake, Tang Dou would not have to rent a separate house as a dormitory, through these things tonight, Yang Deng knew that Tang Dou was not the owner of spending money indiscriminately, and his opinion of Tang Dou had changed a little.

Emgrand Royal is only a few steps away from Jinling University, Yang Deng politely refused the kindness of several people to send a gift, of course, the main thing is to refuse Tang Dou and wave goodbye.

Tang Dou and the four of them took a taxi and returned to the antique street, and sent Liu Shuyi home first.

At this time, the Confucius Temple antique street is still lively, every night after the antique shop closes, the street becomes a night market, selling everything, the most is a variety of food stalls, until three or four o'clock in the morning will be closed.

As a native of the antique street, Tang Dou knows that there is not only a night market here, but also a ghost market in an alley of the antique street, which usually starts at three or four o'clock in the morning and ends when the sky is bright.

The ghost market is a unique phenomenon, since ancient times, there is no certain rule for the things resold in the ghost market, in the early days of liberation, when the material was controlled, the sale of eggs and grain could only be traded in the ghost market, and later the sale of grain stamps, the sale of treasury bills, the sale of TV tickets, the sale of bicycle tickets, in short, some restricted or improper things.

However, the things sold in the ghost market of Confucius Temple are basically antiques.

Don't think that the things sold in the ghost market are all real things, these days, one of the real things in a hundred things is already considered to be an eye open, and it depends on eyesight and luck to pick up the leaks in Taobao, and this eyesight is also exchanged for paying tuition, even the hunters who have been fighting geese all their lives have been pecked by geese.

Although Tang Dou knew that there was a ghost market in the antique street at night, he had only been to it once or twice, purely to satisfy his curiosity to play, but when his father was there, as long as it was not windy and rainy, he would go around almost every day, and occasionally he would bring one or two things back.

It was past midnight when Tang Dou and the three returned to the antique street, and now the customers in the night market have been sparse, and the ghost market has not yet begun, Tang Dou has the intention to turn around the ghost market, in fact, he mainly wants to find a reasonable explanation for the things he got from ancient times. That's not always a saying.

The ghost market is a must-visit, although the road is not wide, but there is always a reason to come back with something.

But it's still early, and there's still a few hours to go, so I can catch up on sleep.

Tang Dou deliberately told Mengzi and Zhang Chunlai that he was going to turn to the ghost market, and Mengzi said with a smile: "Douzi, I think you should forget about this ghost market, and the boss often beats his eyes when he is there." ”

Mengzi didn't finish speaking, but the meaning of the words was undoubtedly expressed, with your level, going to the ghost market to find things is purely to send money, you better save it.

The three of them walked to their shop with a smile and a smile, and when they passed by Jinyi Pavilion, Tang Dou suddenly stopped, raised his hand and slapped his head violently.

Mengzi asked in surprise, "What's wrong with the beans?" ”

"Hehe, it's okay, mosquito." Tang Dou woke up and explained with a smile.

Mengzi smiled and climbed Tang Dou's shoulder: "I thought your kid's brain was in the water, and he wanted to shoot it." ”

Tang Dou sneered, isn't it just that his brain is in water, he has been traveling through ancient times for half a month, not to mention one or two hundred times, every time he is hiding, why didn't he think of dressing up.

Jinyi Pavilion is specialized in the ancient costumes of various dynasties, and has business with several film and television crews, and the business is booming, and it is much more convenient to customize some ancient costumes by yourself, so it is much more convenient to travel to ancient times?

Back in the store, Tang Dou handed over the matter of renting a house to Mengzi, and went to the back house to make up for sleep.

At three or four o'clock in the morning, Tang Douqiang ran to the ghost market with great spirits and went around, deliberately saying hello to a few antique shop owners who were touching things in the ghost market, and the uncle and uncle called him so kindly.

After turning around, Tang Dou had a pair of porcelain and a boxwood chair in his hand, which he naturally didn't touch in the ghost market.

Mengzi slept in a daze and opened the door of the store for Tang Dou, and when he saw Tang Dou holding something in his hand, he couldn't help but feel sleepy, and pointed at Tang Dou in surprise: "You really went to the ghost market?" ”

Tang Dou smiled: "Although there are still some things left by my father, we can't sit back and eat empty, can we, come and help me see if these things are old things." ”

Mengzi was taught by Tang Dou's father, saying that he was a buddy, but he was actually an apprentice, but Tang Dou's father's antique appraisal level was not high, and Mengzi's apprentice could only be said to be slightly stronger than Tang Dou.

Mengzi washed his face with cold water, completely sobered, turned on the chandelier above the table of the Eight Immortals, and put on the whole set of things, just a few magnifying glasses, shook his head and picked up the two porcelain pieces that Tang Dou put on the table, one is a blue glaze pen wash, but one of the four legs knocked off, and it was a little swaying on the table, and the other was a flower arrangement, which was also a somewhat broken object.

Also, if it is an object that is not broken, it is estimated that the ancients could not discard it and let Tang Dou pick it up.

The two pieces of porcelain are not good, they look like old objects, but he doesn't dare to conclude that he often follows Tang Dou's father to go around in the ghost market, there are indeed a lot of good things, but most of them are imitated by later generations, and some are simply things that cost more than ten or twenty yuan in the handicraft store, and they are put out to fool people.

Mengzi couldn't say that he was ugly after looking at it for a long time, but the Taishi chair with rosewood inlaid with boxwood on the back was not a rare thing, and Mengzi was right, but it was a pity that the Taishi chair could not be put together as a pair, and its value was greatly reduced.

This Taishi chair is not the same as some unique antiques, the smaller the quantity, the more valuable it is, collectors buy Taishi chairs are generally to be paired in pairs, if it is a complete set of more valuable, and the lone one is rarely interested.

The market price of a pair of boxwood Taishi chairs in the late Qing Dynasty is about 50,000 to 60,000 yuan, and if there is only one, it will be sold for more than 10,000 yuan at most.

Mengzi said that he couldn't look at the two pieces of porcelain, and he would wait for Yang Deng to go to work.

Of course, Mengzi will never hide it when he talks to Tang Dou, if he doesn't see it well, he really can't see it well, not that these two pieces of porcelain are fake, but he thinks that his eyesight can't catch up with Yang Deng.

Tang Dou showed these objects to Mengzi just to go through the motions, and he didn't expect Mengzi to say something, so he said that exchanging things from the ghost market is also a purchase channel, isn't it.