Chapter 16 Antique Street
I hadn't seen a mustache for a while, and this grandson borrowed a lot of money from me and never came to me again. However, even if he has money on hand, he will still appear in the antique street, that small stall is his lifeline, and the mustache once said to me that even if he makes a fortune one day, he will still stay in the antique street.
Maybe everyone has everyone's habits, mixed in the antique street, just the habit of the mustache, in winter, when the weather is a little warmer in the day, he wears his torn cotton jacket to the antique street, put his belongings, some fakes, some coins in the Qianlong period. Bazi Hu with a small stove, he put two pieces of honeycomb coal in the stove, and took out a small iron kettle from the bag and put it on the stove, the water boiled, he poured the boiling water into a small teapot, there are tea leaves in the teapot, the best tangerine peel and Pu'er tea, after the boiling water is flushed, the teapot immediately overflows with a fragrance, people who understand tea will know when they smell it, this is the best tea.
Holding the teapot, squatting in front of the small stove, holding a wooden bead in one hand and touching it constantly, holding the teapot in the other hand to drink tea, the sun shines on the antique street, although the sun is very warm, but the town of thirty miles in winter is still very cold, the pot of tea in the eight-character beard, let him heat up from the inside out.
In winter, there are fewer people on the antique street, not only less people shopping, but also fewer people setting up stalls, at this time, a few people who are close to the Bazi Hu here, they will come to the Bazi Hu, stretch out their hands to bake a roasting fire, smell the tea in the Bazi Hu teapot, they will also hold an iron jar, pour some boiling water from the iron kettle on the stove, squat next to the stove, suck the boiling water, and say something about antiques.
Who's stall has something, everyone knows it, who puts good things there, just say that the mustache is here, only the teapot and this bead in his hand are valuable, the beads don't know what age they are, the mustache is always pinched in his hand, and others can't see it clearly, but the teapot on his right hand, that is something from the Tang Dynasty, this teapot is still stolen from the tomb of his ancestors, a good funeral item.
Almost everyone on the antique street knows that there is a teapot from the Tang Dynasty in his hand, and many buyers have approached him, but the mustache just doesn't sell it, saying that even if it sells a kidney, it won't sell it. Undoubtedly, this adds to the mystery of the teapot, some people say that the teapot is not worth much, this is the hype of the mustache.
The appearance is a bit like a teapot of purple clay pots, it is the heirloom of the eight-character beard, you say that this grandson has something in his hand not to sell it to make a fortune, but squatting there to drink tea, a few collectors shouted that it is a pity, such a good thing, the eight-character beard is used to make tea and drink.
According to the eight-character nonsense, in the antique street, there is no treasure of the town stall, how to mix the antique world, otherwise who will come to his stall for a turn.
People in the same industry, the communication is more pleasant, and more able to learn things for my use, Bazi Hu squinted his eyes, took a sip of tea, and looked at a few peers around his stove, these people will never compete cruelly because they are all in the same industry, this thing, who has something valuable in their hands is their own ability, envy is envy, but you will definitely not beat me down, so, in Thirty Mile Town, relatively speaking, the antique street is the most harmonious commercial street, and it will always be in a particularly quiet state, People are lazily selling things and lazily buying things. When you're depressed, a walk around the antique street will soothe your body and mind.
In the past, the mustache will also worry about some problems, for example, in the winter he can no longer go to the tomb robbery, the livelihood is a little difficult, fortunately the eight-character beard life is not luxurious, as long as the three meals a day are full, it is OK, what else is red, drunk and drunk, he is not much interested, he has money to play, no money to stay on this antique street, his own mentality is good, the outside world will be less troubled by him.
Now, with my support for his life, the eight-character Hu is more free and easy, he has thousands of dollars in his pocket, not worried about eating and drinking, as long as he pours some antiques with everyone on the antique street, that is the most wonderful thing in life, he believes that I can tinker with the Han Dynasty's translucent mirror and "Taiping Yaoshu", which means that I can get more valuable things in Xia'er, maybe one day I will get a Xia Dynasty thing, just do a piece, it will be worth a lot of money, and I don't have to worry about not having money.
As for why I want to help Bazihu so much, I can't say, I always feel that Bazihu and we are very close to each other, I am very interested in the tomb of the king of the earth, I plan to study the tomb of the king of the land with the Bazi Hu during the holidays, so it is very natural to fund the Bazi Hu, not to mention that we are also friends now, I have a lot of money in my hand, and it is useless to keep it.
Although I am now super-rich, I stay in the class every day, as before, eat early in the morning and drink tea, go to school, open the wild history to see, see that I sleep when I am sleepy, the grades are still countdown, hundreds of millions of cash does not seem to make me have much change, I don't know, what do I want this money for, eat, drink and have fun? Splurge? I'm not interested, I just know that I don't have to pay the tuition anymore.
I lay on my desk and read, sitting in front of the fire and bragging to my peers, everything seemed so calm and easy, we didn't know that Miss Yu was planning a huge conspiracy.
The row of antique buildings on the antique street are all antique shops.
Antique shops and antique stalls face to face, the people in the store generally look down on the stalls, they always disdain the people who set up the stalls, but when the stall owner suddenly has a valuable antique, the shopkeeper will also stoop to patronize, businessmen are very snobbish people, they are completely different from politicians, like some powerful people in ancient times raised a lot of customers, whether they are from humble background or rich, and regardless of the high or low occupation, they will treat them as guests.
There are also many interesting stories about antiques, they say that jade is a spiritual thing, and after a long time in the antique street, you will hear a lot of supernatural stories, these people gather in front of the stove of the beard, discussing those legendary magical antiques. Listening to the nonsense, he also said some things he encountered, but he didn't say that the incident he encountered was about the twelve needles in Miao Jiang.
The boiling water on the stove was steaming and making a loud noise, and at this moment, a man walked from the end of the antique street......