Antiques, also known as cultural relics, antiques, etc., are cultural relics left over from ancient times, including heirlooms and underground excavations. It is regarded as a microcosm of human civilization and history, integrating the knowledge connotations of history, chronicles, epigraphy, naturalism, appraisal and history of science and technology.

After the ups and downs of countless dynasties, the wind of Tibetan play is still undiminished, and even hotter. It's all about charm and fun.

Who doesn't want to get an antique or something, so that their friends can envy themselves.

There were many young men and women who came and went, but they rarely stayed in front of a stall for a few minutes, and most of the things they bought were handicrafts, linden bracelets, obsidian, etc., and the prices were relatively cheap, far from being valuable collectibles.

Often those who squat on the edge of the stall and stop moving, are some old guys, some of them are still holding magnifying glasses in their hands, in the careful tasting, not to mention the identification methods of different people are also different, many people are crowded, there are a few professional or have a unique identification method, some people are talking to the stall owner about the price, lively small market.

Seriously, most of the people who drowned can swim, and those who can't swim almost can't swim, Zhang is a talented man who created the national anthem of China, isn't it that he has lived by the sea since he was a child, and finally returned to the embrace of the sea, I guess this is looking for a date with Xiaolongnu.

For the antique industry, those who are slaughtered are those who seem to understand antiques and are half-baked, but obviously our Zhang Sanfeng classmate is the kind of rookie who is fledgling in the eyes of others.

When Zhang Sanfeng came to the antique street, it was really the same as Grandma Liu entering the Grand View Garden.

Zhang Sanfeng often stopped for half a day in each stall, picked up everything and looked at it carefully, looking at it so carefully, others didn't know that he was using his few mana to identify, and every time he used it up, he came to rest for more than ten minutes, of course, it took time, but after shopping for more than two hours, he also looked at more than a dozen stalls.

Zhang Sanfeng was stunned that he didn't find anything valuable, and he was slightly disappointed in his heart.

Could it be that our Hades also has a big time to go, of course not, from himself to the third stall owner is a zombie, although he knows that people have treasures, but Zhang Sanfeng has dared to go over so far.

"This little brother, I have some good things here, do you want to take a look?" Zhang Sanfeng shook his head, turned around with some disappointment, and was coldly pulled by his sleeve.

"Holy!" Zhang Sanfeng looked back and saw that it was the owner of the third stall who grabbed him, with thin hands and gloomy eyes, thinking about the identity of the other party's zombie, a drop of cold sweat still fell. Zhang Sanfeng complained a little that his Hades was too big, you have nothing to tell me why people are zombies. Now Zhang Sanfeng understands that ignorance is a blessing as others say.

"Okay, I'll take a look." Zhang Sanfeng looked at the stall owner with his spare eyes and said with some emptiness.

"This little brother, I've been watching you for a long time, and I can see that you're an expert, so I'm looking for your ......" The skinny old zombie said while pulling Zhang Sanfeng.

However, the old zombie in the eyes of Zhang Sanfeng is different, Xiaobai, Kaizi, timid speculators, anyway, they are useless.

The hundred-year-old zombie looks familiar, and he is good at boasting about it when he comes up against Zhang Sanfeng's ears, but a pair of cold eyes are looking around, no matter how you look at it, it looks sneaky.

The hundred-year-old zombie saw Zhang Sanfeng come to his stall with him, and he was also secretly happy in his heart, just now he observed Zhang Sanfeng for a long time, and saw that he stopped at each stall, but he just looked, and did not buy it. But as long as you brag about it well, this person can't help but feel tempted, this kind of person is old and stiff.

I sold it to you, it's yours, once you sell it, you won't return it, the mall has the rules of the mall, and the antiques also have the rules of the antique world.

Finally, I can exchange a few more bags of dead blood, the hundred-year-old thought to himself. It's not easy to mix now, and you can drink whatever blood you want when it's like war. This year, if you dare to drink the blood of a living person, you will be defeated immediately.

The hundred-year-old carefully took out a scroll wrapped in yellow cloth from a large wooden frame at the back, uncovered the yellow cloth that wrapped the scroll, and a galloping horse was displayed in front of him, the painting was 326 centimeters in length and 112 centimeters in width.

"What's the matter, this picture of Xu Beihong's galloping horse is a treasure that I have treasured for a long time. This "Galloping Horse" was painted in the autumn of 1941 during the Second Battle of Changsha. At this time, the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression was in the stage of stalemate between the enemy and our forces, and the Japanese army wanted to completely defeat China before launching the Pacific War, so the Kuomintang government would bow down, so they did their best to launch the Battle of Changsha repeatedly, in an attempt to open up Chongqing, the throat of north-south communication. In the second battle, our side was defeated, Changsha was occupied by the Japanese invaders, and Xu Beihong, who was holding an art exhibition in Penang, Malaysia, to raise funds, heard that the national disaster was at the head, and he was anxious. He painted "Galloping Horse" overnight to express his feelings of anxiety about the country. "The old zombie spoke as if he had experienced it.

Zhang Sanfeng listened attentively, and just wanted to open the eyes of the sky to see what was going on, when he suddenly found that in the lower right corner of the painting was written the words printed by XX Printing House in 1989.

"Holy!" Zhang Sanfeng almost didn't accept this old guy on the spot. The most important thing is that I guess I can't do this old zombie now. If you come over and call you, I should also deduct these words first!

"Little brother, how's it going?"

"It's well printed!" Zhang Sanfeng gritted his teeth and said hatefully.

"Oh, it's a goof, how about selling you for eighty, little brother?" The old zombie was not angry at all because it was debunked.

Zhang Sanfeng no longer paid attention to the chattering old zombie, but opened the eye of the sky to check the other items on the old zombie stall, anyway, he had already come, so he simply looked at what the king of Hades said.

An antique comb, a few bronze mirrors, a dozen ancient coins, a few old-fashioned ancient bells, a worn-out teapot, a few silver bracelets, a few villain books......

When his gaze swept to a dressing box, a flash of inspiration flashed in front of him, Zhang Sanfeng found that this shabby women's dressing box actually had a gray and white halo, as if a layer of gray light wrapped in white light, Zhang Sanfeng couldn't help frowning, is this an antique It's not like it's obviously a dressing box for a modern woman, I remember that I bought one for ten yuan in my rural hometown, and I was ridiculed by the same village at that time. Unless......

"How do you sell this box?"

"A thousand, you take it."

"A thousand of your sisters! It's not worth ten bucks. ”