The night passed, and Qi Xiang almost pinched the time and stayed up until dawn. The sky was white, and the sun had not yet jumped out, so he rolled over and got up, washed up, and then went straight out.

Qi Xiang didn't go out early, and when he walked out to the street, he could see rows of vehicles and pedestrians, already shuttling on the highway in all directions in an orderly manner.

This is the case in big cities, where life is fast-paced and it is not easy to live in a big city. Which one does not work hard will definitely be eliminated.

Qi Xiang is also accustomed to such a scene. After hailing a car on the side of the road and reporting the name of a place, I closed my eyes and went back to sleep.

The car slowed down, passing through one level after another, and after more than an hour, it stopped.

At this time, the sun hangs high in the air, emitting infinite light energy and heat. Qi Xiang paid the money, got out of the car directly, and then went deep along the street, and suddenly a market appeared in front of him.

The bazaar was lively and bustling, and various sounds converged to form a fiery torrent. As soon as Qi Xiang approached, he felt wave after wave of heat coming, which made him feel emotional.

The bazaar is lined with dozens of shops, all of which are selling more or less the same business, all of which are incense, candles and spices.

There is a temple near the market that has been passed down for thousands of years, and it is said to be very effective, so the incense is prosperous. Basically, every morning, a large number of believers come to burn incense and worship.

Over time, next to the temple, a lively incense market was formed.

For this incense market, Qi Xiang is not unfamiliar. After all, in his shop, a small god of wealth is also enshrined. Whenever the shop opened early in the morning or closed at night, he always offered a stick of incense.

The incense he usually consumes, he buys it here.

After coming a lot, Qi Xiang naturally knows that the incense in the incense market is not only a single variety, but also many classifications. All kinds of incense sticks, incense sticks, incense pills, incense powder, incense sachets, incense medicines, there are many names, and so on.

There are ready-made incense sticks, and there are more natural raw materials.

Qi Xiang's target is naturally those raw materials. He followed the flow of people, looking left and right at the shops on both sides. After a few moments, he walked towards the largest incense shop in one of the stores.

"Good Fortune Hall!"

It's a quaint signboard, Qi Xiang glanced at it and walked into the store.

The shop is about 50 square meters, and the entrance is a very long and low board table, on which all kinds of incense candles are piled up. A group of people gathered around the table, carefully selecting the incense candles they needed.

To the left and right of the table, there are glass counters.

The contents of the glass counter are undoubtedly more high-end incense candles. The incense candles are very thick and long, golden color, very bright and bright, magnificent.

Incense candles like this are calculated by the root, and any incense stick is more than 100 yuan. Qi Xiang also saw that there was a giant incense half a meter long and the thickness of a baby's arm, with a price tag of 9999, which was extravagant.

Needless to say, that giant incense must be prepared for local tyrants.

Don't doubt that the giant incense can't be sold, every New Year's Eve, Qi Xiang often sees a giant incense like this in the incense burner in the main hall of some temples and Taoist temples.

Sometimes, Qi Xiang also feels strange. Many people definitely don't have much faith in gods and Buddhas. But I don't know why, but I'm very keen to burn incense and worship.

What is this? Seeking a spiritual comfort, or is it a fluke?

Qi Xiang couldn't say it clearly, anyway, it didn't seem to be possible to attribute the matter of burning incense to God as superstition. But knowing that they are doing useless work, everyone is happy to do it, which is a kind of ...... Sick?

Qi Xiang thought about it, so he directly skimmed the board table and walked towards the interior of the store.

Speaking of which, the store can be divided into two sections. There is one section at the entrance, and another section at the inside. The two sections are separated by hanging beads, and the layout is different.

If the first section is a very ordinary incense shop, then the second section is a bit similar to a Chinese medicine store. Inside the shop, there are large cabinets lined up against the wall.

This large cabinet is very much like the medicine cabinet of a Chinese medicine store, full of dense small drawers.

Qi Xiang walked in, and saw a white and tender little fat man about twenty years old sitting on a chair, stilting Erlang's legs, hanging a pair of Bluetooth headphones, humming and chirping, he should be listening to a song.

"Knock knock!"

Qi Xiang knocked on the counter, which was a reminder.

But the white fat man seemed to be very intoxicated, but he didn't react. Qi Xiang's eyes blinked, and he couldn't help coughing dryly, reached out and waved it in front of his eyes.

"Huh?" The white fat man looked up, took off his headphones, and his eyes showed confusion.

Qi Xiang handed over a page of paper and asked politely, "May I ask if you have these spices in your store?" ”

The white fat man's eyes rolled, the corners of his mouth were a little more smiling, he reached out to take the list, saw the more than a dozen spices listed on it, and nodded without hesitation: "There must be...... How much do you want? ”

Qi Xiang thought for a while and said, "Let's get a pound of everything." ”

"How much?" The white fat man was also a little surprised.

"One catty......" Qi Xiang raised a finger.

"That's a lot, you're going to make your own incense, right?" The white fat man smiled, his tone was very affirmative, and there was a strong sense of approval in his eyes, as if he had seen a fellow practitioner.

"Uh, yes." Qi Xiang nodded vaguely, and urged: "Can you hurry up, I'm in a hurry." ”

"Okay, you wait......"

Don't look at the white fat man, there is a lot of meat on his body, but his hands and feet are very sharp, he pulled more than a dozen plastic bags, and walked between the cabinet drawers.

Ten minutes later, bags of spices appeared in front of Qi Xiang's eyes.

"Fennel, white aconite, thatch, clove bark, herb leaves, tonka, cinnamon branches, lychee shells......" The white fat man weighed bags one by one, and said with a smile: "It's all right?" ”

"It's all right." Qi Xiang happily took out his wallet: "How much?" ”

"This ......" The white fat man hesitated a little, and then turned around and shouted: "Lao Zhao, come down and settle the bill!" ”

Qi Xiang was stunned for a moment, but saw that a middle-aged man walked down quickly upstairs after a while, and when he saw the bags of spices on the counter, he was suddenly a little frightened: "Hai Gongzi, how can you let you do these chores, you should have called me down early......

"You're busy, so I won't call you." Hai Gongzi waved his hand and said, "Go to the checkout, don't let the guests wait." ”

Qi Xiang was very surprised, and then he realized that this white fat man named Hai Gongzi was not a guy in the store, but a very well-known character.

At the same time, the middle-aged man swept his gaze and took out a calculator and clicked it. After a while, he smiled and said, "Boss, these spices are a total of 1,567 yuan. Erase the zeros and round them up, fifteen hundred is good. ”

"Oh......" Qi Xiang nodded, and brought enough cash, just pay directly.

After the silver and goods were gone, Qi Xiang took the spices, turned around and left.

At this moment, I heard the sea boy ask: "Lao Zhao, have you inquired about it, who has a hundred-year-old agarwood on hand?" ”

"Hai Gongzi, I just called for half an hour and asked a dozen old friends. In their hands, there are a lot of agarwood, but there is really no old agarwood that is more than 100 years old. ”

While the middle-aged man complained, he couldn't help but ask: "Hai Gongzi, isn't the agarwood of the average year good, and the quality is also very good." ”

Hai Gongzi shook his head, waved his hand and said, "Forget it, I'll ask someone else again......"

Qi Xiang listened to a few words, and the person had already walked outside the store.

"Hundred-year-old agarwood...... It's also a coincidence! Qi Xiang's mind moved, but his footsteps did not stop, but left the incense market briskly, and walked along a street for ten minutes to another market.

However, this bazaar does not sell incense and candles, but all kinds of antiques.

At a glance, dozens of stalls are scattered. Some stalls are crowded with people, while others are deserted, and polarization is very serious.

Coming here, Qi Xiang is also like a fish in water, very natural.

"Xiao Qi!"

"Shopkeeper Qi!"

"Brother Qi is here, come and sit ......"

As soon as Qi Xiang approached, many stall owners greeted him, and they were very familiar. He also smiled and nodded in response.

In fact, this is not surprising, after all, the circle of antique collection is not small, but it is not big. Since Qi Xiang dares to open an antique shop, even if it is just a small store, he also needs a stable purchase channel.

This channel is undoubtedly the stall owners in front of you.

As a professional, Qi Xiang knows very well in his heart that he must not underestimate these stalls, there are university questions here.

There are many kinds of these stalls, some specialize in selling fake goods to deceive people, some sell real and fake things, some basically sell real things, some come from other places to set up stalls, and there are more local professional households.

If you can't identify the doorway, you will definitely be deceived.

Anyway, Qi Xiang also understands, don't look at the group of people greeting him with a smile now, if it is really time to draw a knife and kill people, no one will be half soft.

The circle is so realistic, the water is very deep and cruel.

At a glance, among the dozens of stalls, there are tens of thousands of things densely packed together, and there are so many real ones, which can be regarded as a relatively lucky thing.

Qi Xiang is a person in the industry, and he is even more in this business, so he naturally knows that he must be cautious when dealing with these people, lest one accidentally capsize in the gutter.

After walking a few steps, Qi Xiang found that there was a stall that was very lively, and a group of people surrounded the stall, and the water was impassable. At first glance, he also felt strange, and couldn't help but ask a stall owner next to him: "Big brother, what's the situation over there?" ”

The stall owner pursed his lips and said in a sullen voice: "It seems to be the Flying Tigers, or the guerrillas......"

"Really?" Qi Xiang's eyes lit up.

"Hey, it's hard to say......," a nearby stall owner sneered, "Maybe it's the locust team." Shopkeeper Qi, you have to keep your eyes open and see clearly, don't take medicine. ”

"Haha, then I'll take a look." Qi Xiang was happy to see the hunting, and quickly got together to upload a new book, and he needed to collect and recommend it, so please support him.