Returning home, no one wants to return to their hometown when they are down, even if they don't return to their hometown, Liu Sheng doesn't know if he is a homecoming, he carries a huge luggage bag from the long-distance bus, looking at the hometown that has not changed much, listening to the familiar hometown sound, the fatigue on the road is blown away by the oncoming breeze.

Liu Sheng ignored the tricycle waiting for passengers at the entrance of the bus station, step by step towards the place where the shuttle bus to the village stayed, and quickly became familiar with everything in his hometown, as the saying goes, 'donkey meat in the sky and on the ground', the most in Pingcheng County is donkey meat fire, of course, the donkeys in the vicinity have already been slaughtered, and the real donkey meat is hard to find, but it does not prevent Liu Sheng from enjoying the taste of his hometown.

"Huh?" Walked about a kilometer, Liu Sheng casually stayed at the old site of the old station, waiting for the arrival of the shuttle, accidentally found that the Pingcheng antique market is open, the crowd is a little sparse, two or three o'clock in the afternoon is the most open business hours of the Pingcheng antique market, although no one rigidly stipulates the time, but at about four o'clock in the afternoon, the Pingcheng antique market will automatically close.

"Go see?" Liu Sheng's heart moved, this is the place where he met the Demon Mirror Instrument Spirit and began to make his fortune, and for him, there was a strange feeling integrated into it.

The Pingcheng antique market is still so lifeless, decades of unchanged patterns, with the gadgets of the Republic of China period, Chairman Mao's portrait chapter, Yuan Datou, and the most common Five Emperors money, but the most popular porcelain, calligraphy and painting is the least, and they are the kind of old even fools can distinguish clearly, and even the bottle is painted dirty with mud, the bottom of the ' The calligraphy and paintings are all anonymous ink treasures, which are very seriously moth-eaten, or moldy and rotten. Accustomed to seeing the prosperity of Panjiayuan and Liuli Factory, Liu Sheng almost turned around and left.

"Little brother, I have good things here, from the Song Dynasty brother kiln, authentic garbage." Liu Sheng suddenly felt someone patting him behind him, and turned his head to find that there was a middle-aged man with a beard on his face, holding a monk's hat pot mysteriously approaching.

"Am I like a foreigner, come over with a monster and bully me, isn't it Tang Seng?" Liu Sheng took a step back without a trace, for fear that the bearded man in front of him would come up and touch the porcelain, and said in a thick Pingcheng accent.

"Hehe, little brother, you're joking, we can't buy and sell benevolence, how can I be a monster, if you don't like me, I'll find someone else." As soon as the bearded man heard Liu Sheng's accent, he said curtly, and then squeezed and disappeared into the crowd.

The antique market has some special porcelain and some fart worms whenever and where, Pingcheng antique market is just an ordinary antique market in the county, the audience is very small, some porcelain, and fart worms often find some outsiders to start, blackmail or force to buy and sell.

"Okay, the little brother is an expert, it's the first time I've seen Wang Hu so embarrassed, look at how my goods are, it's definitely the top in the whole Pingcheng." Just next to Liu Sheng's stop, a small black and thin man gave him a thumbs up.

"Hehe, boss, you don't need to pour me any ecstasy soup, if you really have something good, I'll buy it too." Liu Sheng simply took the Mazha handed over by the boss and sat down.

"Since ancient times, heroes have come out of youth, my Lao Zhang will never see people, I don't believe you can inquire in the entire Pingcheng circle, my Lao Zhang is famous for his sharp eyes." The boss glared at him, patted his chest and said.

"Boss, we can't just talk about it, in my opinion, the things on your stall are really, tsk, tsk." Liu Sheng looked at the boss with disdain and shook his head incessantly.

There are not many things on the small stall, they are all some gadgets that fool people, and Liu Sheng doesn't want to waste his time on these fakes.

"Then how about this, this is an authentic Qianlong official kiln." The boss's old face was red, as if he hesitated for a long time, and took out a Qianlong style entwined peony pattern jade pot spring bottle from the box behind him.

"You just hold it like this, and you're not afraid of burning your hands." Liu Sheng just teased his eyelids, and he didn't pay attention to it when he looked at it more, but looked at the boss without blinking.

"Little brother, yo, isn't this Director Liu, you are always busy and can come to guide the work, I really don't know what kind of wind blew you here." The boss was just about to retort when he noticed a fat man walking towards his stall with a few people with eyes and magnifying glasses, as if there were nails under his buttocks, and he bounced off the mazaar at once.

"Northwest wind." When Director Liu heard this, he straightened his stomach and tried his best to make an approachable appearance.

"You always laugh, today I am the east, please go to the outside world to eat seafood." The boss beat the snake and said, "I don't know what Director Liu came here for?" ”

"I heard that you recently got a treasure, and I saw that these few are experts from the province, if that treasure enters the provincial museum, it will be difficult for you to become famous in the future." Director Liu's pot-bellied poop did not hide his purpose.

"This..." The boss's face became extremely ugly, and he was stunned for a while.

Although Director Liu is the director of the Cultural Management Bureau, it is not popular in Pingcheng County, which is relatively backward economically, there are basically no cultural relics and historic sites in the entire county, and the entire Cultural Management Bureau can be said to be a clear water yamen, but since it began to be responsible for the management of the Pingcheng antique market, the entire Cultural Management Bureau has also taken advantage of the situation.

"Why don't you want to do it." Director Liu suddenly showed a trace of anger on his face, but he didn't expect Lao Zhang, who is usually honest, to drop the chain at this time.

"No, no, I'll take it Director Liu." Lao Zhang said in a panic, and then opened a leather case beside him, removing the shockproof foam, revealing a beautiful blue and white general jar.

Liu Sheng's eyes were also involuntarily attracted to the past, only to see that the glaze of this general jar was slightly shiny in white, moist and translucent, the glass texture was obvious, the blue and white hair color was thick and bright and verdant, there were black rust spots in the thick place, faintly faint and exploded, the floating blue and white glaze showed thick black silk and small dots, and the blue and white pattern was close to the glaze, slightly concave. The inner wall is not glazed for the sand tire, there are obvious tire marks, the fetus is loose, and the soles of the feet have typical flint red, which is a folded branch lotus pattern, and the layers are distinct.

"Well, yes, yes." At this time, several experts had already finished reading it, and after exchanging opinions in a whisper, they thought that this was a rare piece of Yuan blue and white boutique.

"This..." Liu Sheng's judgment was basically consistent with the opinions of several experts, and he subconsciously looked at it with his discerning eyes, and the fire that rushed to the sky, as if Mount Etna was about to erupt, and the smoke was billowing without the slightest treasure, and he actually took over and his judgment was far from his own, and couldn't help but be stunned in place.

"Huh? What about people. Liu Sheng came back to his senses, and suddenly found that the stall owner had already changed, the box containing Yuan Qinghua was gone, and Lao Zhang, Director Liu and those experts had disappeared without a trace.

"You said Lao Zhang, go and go to the bank with Director Liu to trade." The middle-aged woman guarding the stall said with a smile. "How about it, how many things do you choose for the little brother?"

"No, my aunt waited for Lao Zhang to come back and tell him to move quickly." Liu Sheng was a little not interested, and prepared to leave the antique market with his luggage.

"Hey, little brother, what do you mean by that." The middle-aged woman was confused by Liu Sheng's headless words, and hurriedly asked.

Liu Sheng didn't say anything, waved his hand, and pulled a long figure on the asphalt road with the afterglow of the setting sun.

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