On the ancient culture street, people come and go, and it is very lively. The antique shops on both sides open early, and from time to time customers enter in groups to pick up their favorite things. There are many small vendors selling antiques in the open-air streets, all kinds of items are dazzling, in front of each stall, there are more or less people around, or standing aside, stopping to watch, or squatting in front of the stall, playing carefully. Of course, the vast majority of people just join in the fun, just watch and don't buy.

In recent years, with the development of the economy, the life of the common people has been better. At the same time, a rich life has also derived a variety of hobbies, some like philately, some like to raise flowers, some like to keep pets, and collecting antiques is undoubtedly the hottest of the hot. Every day, a large number of people come and go to shuttle through the ancient culture street, hoping that one day they can pick up a big leak and dream of getting rich overnight.

Today is the Zuihou day of the May Day holiday, and Mo Fei, who has nothing to do, came to Cultural Street all the way. Murphy didn't have the intention of picking up the leaks. He is very self-aware, and if he can pick up a bargain if he doesn't know anything about antiques, then the sun will really come out of the west.

These days, Mo Fei watched several episodes of TV treasure appreciation programs in a row, and found it very interesting, so he came up with the idea of strolling around this street specializing in selling antiques and artifacts. We don't have much money, and we don't have the ability to distinguish the real from the fake, so let's see if it's okay. In Mo Fei's eyes, the preserved haode antiques are full of mystery, containing the weight and vicissitudes of history, and recording the rise and fall of the country and the trajectory of cultural development and change for thousands of years.

On both sides of the street are small vendors, and the simple tarpaulins are filled with a variety of utensils, including jade, wood, pottery, lacquerware, porcelain, etc., which is dizzying and dizzying. But if you think that these are antiques, then you are very wrong, in this antique market, ten days and a half months can find so many real pieces of one or two, then luck is already very worthy of the envy of others.

Murphy walked and stopped, looking at booth by stall. Some things are very ancient, it is difficult to distinguish between the real and the fake, and some things can even be seen by him as fakes, while the stall owners brag to the people around them without blushing that their things are old objects, true and valuable. Just now, Murphy saw a small antique vendor babbling about a porcelain vase from his stall to a young man in his twenties. From luster to enamel, to pattern, it is really rare in the sky and on earth. The young man Zuihou was dazed and bought this piece of porcelain, which looked like a modern imitation, at a "cheap" price of 5,000 yuan, and he looked happy, and thought that he had taken a big advantage. Therefore, if you don't have that eyesight, don't devote yourself to the great cause of antique collection, otherwise you will be deceived and can only ask for your own hardship.

In front of a stall, Murphy stopped. There are a lot of things on this stall, and there are a few calligraphy and paintings that attract Mo Fei's attention. Mo Fei, who graduated from the Department of Chinese, is very literati and elegant in his bones, and always has an inexplicable interest in traditional calligraphy and painting art.

Among these calligraphy and paintings, there is a lotus flower painted in ink is very simple and chic, exuding a long and ancient charm. Mo Fei didn't think that this was an ancient painting, these small vendors were very shrewd, if it was a monument, it would have been no longer put here for sale, and besides, people came and went every day, and it would not be Mo Fei's turn to pick up leaks here. What caught Mo Fei's attention was only the artistic characteristics of this painting, and a few very simple strokes outlined the demeanor and artistic conception of the lotus flower out of the mud without staining, which shows that the person who painted must be a master of Danqing, otherwise he would not have such skills.

"What, this little brother is very interested in this ancient painting?" The shrewd little trader rolled his slightly yellowed eyes: "This painting is the work of the famous Xu Wei, do you know who Xu Wei is?" That was an influential generation of calligraphy and painting masters in the Ming Dynasty, and his works were very collectible. Little brother, if you are really interested, I will be cheaper, 5,000 yuan will be given to you, at first glance, the brother is a person who knows how to paint, the sword is given to the hero, this painting falls into the hands of the brother, and it is not an insult to it. ”

Mo Fei was noncommittal, he didn't want to spend 5,000 yuan to buy a painting that he didn't know whether it was true or not, and the stall owner slaughtered himself as a wronged man, that was really the wrong person. Mo Fei smiled slightly: "Since it is such a precious painting, I think you still keep it at home, treasure it well, as a family heirloom, this is a priceless ancient painting, that is, casually sell it to anyone who knows how to do it, it is enough for you to eat and drink for a lifetime." ”

"Little brother, look at what you said, isn't this all mixed food, business is not benevolent and righteous, what do you like, brother, I will give you a 20% discount." Yes, this one is really a self-acquaintance, and he was said to be hidden by Mo Fei, and he didn't blush at all, but he and Mo Fei called him brothers.

Mo Fei thought that this was a wonderful person, very interesting, and did not say anything, and took a dagger made of bronze and looked at it. The stall owner hurriedly said: "This is a great good thing, I've heard of "Tu Poor Dagger", that's what he said" Mo Fei really didn't hold back, and laughed out loud.

This stall owner's ability to fool people is also too unreliable, just now it was Xu Wei's painting, and now it is Jing Ke's dagger to assassinate Qin, this is a layman, you can hear that it is fake.

Mo Fei laughed in his heart, and he didn't pay attention, and the dagger in his hand touched his little finger. Although the dagger looked like it was some years old and rusty on it, it was a blade, and blood suddenly came out of the wound. Mo Fei's hands trembled in pain, this was really happy and sad. He didn't notice that a drop of blood rolled down his finger with that trembling moment, and it happened to drip on the "ink lotus picture" that the stall owner called Xu Wei's painting.

Mo Fei was suddenly in a trance, and a clear pond appeared in front of him, and there was a white lotus tree standing in the middle of the water, the flowers were as big as a plate, and the lotus leaves were in the fields, some floated on the water, and some stood on the blue waves, as if they were a small green umbrella that was opened, and a few brocade scales swam leisurely in the water

This scene is very similar to the so-called Xu Wei work, when Mo Fei was dazed, there was a cry in his ear, "Little brother, little brother, are you okay?" Mo Fei, who came back to his senses, found that he was still squatting in front of this stall, and the stall owner looked at him with a concerned face, while the pond, lotus flowers, and swimming fish in front of him disappeared without a trace.

What's going on, is it just my own hallucination? Looking at the "Ink Lotus Picture", Mo Fei was suspicious. If you have doubts, you have to try to solve them. Murphy, who was well versed in the spirit of seeking truth from facts, made the decision to buy the painting on the spur of the day.

After some fierce bargaining, the "ancient painting" that could be sold for 5,000 oceans in the boss's mind was bought by Mo Fei for 80 yuan. Looking at the back of Mo Fei who was about to blend in with the flow of people, the small vendor muttered: "It's so ruthless, I thought it was a stunned young man."

A small vendor next to him witnessed the whole process, sneered and said, "How about it, Xu Laosi, kick the iron plate, see if you still claim to be a 'fool expert' in the future." The stall owner, known as Xu Laosi, pouted, ignored him, and continued to carry out his deception to passers-by. And all this is just a small episode in the antique street, and similar episodes are constantly played out every day