On the first seven days of Mr. Li, Li Guangming dreamed of him. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

He saw Li Chonggao standing in a splendid palace, Old Man Li smiled and nodded at him in a thick golden gas, and a golden plaque above the hall had four big characters written on it - East China Sea Dragon Palace.

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Li Chonggao didn't leave much for his grandson, except for a small house in Longwangmiao Village, a passbook with thousands of yuan, only a silver and simple round coin.

Old Man Li once repeatedly instructed Li Guangming, saying that the round coin in his hand was the only thing he took out in the Dragon Palace of the East China Sea back then, and he had to keep it well no matter what.

Without Mr. Li's pension insurance, Li Guangming's life was suddenly gone, although the house could be sold for some money, Li Guangming was reluctant.

After Li Guangming returned to Capital University, although he was frugal and worked odd jobs to make money, when it came time to pay the tuition fee in the second year, the money in the card was still several thousand short.

No one is willing to lend Li Guangming such a sum of money, and the three hundred and five hundred friends and classmates can still support it, but a few thousand yuan is that most children of this age can't take it out, and even if they take it out, they are afraid that Li Guangming will not be able to pay it back.

Li Guangming, who touched his nose back and forth, saw that the time for the start of school was approaching, so he simply turned his heart sideways and turned out the round coin that had been hidden under the box.

As a new era and has received higher education, Li Guangming does not believe in his grandfather's so-called "East China Sea Dragon Palace" very much, but this thing should at least be an antique.

Li Guangming put the round coin in his pocket, ran downstairs to the dormitory administrator to inquire about the place where the capital collects antiques, and the old man in Hebei, who was drunk every day, rolled his eyes and thought for a long time, and finally told Li Guangming that there were many stalls selling antiques in the morning market of Sixty Miles of Zhou.

Li Guangming is a complete layman, I don't know that most of the antiques in the capital are in Panjiayuan, and I came to the Shilihe morning market in a daze, and I saw that there were really a lot of antiques sold on the side of the road with a large canvas.

Li Guangming wandered around the crowded morning market for a long time, and finally squatted on a stall with the most ancient coins, Li Guangming kept an eye on it, and did not rush to ask people whether they would accept it, but looked at the stall to see if there was anything similar or the same as himself, and asked the selling price first, and he had a bottom in his heart.

But after chatting and inquiring for a long time with the black and thin young man who was selling antiques, he gave people seven or eight Chinese cigarettes that Li Guangming had never been willing to smoke, but found that the most expensive ancient coins on this stall were only a few hundred yuan, and the cheap black and thin brother even promised to give him a few to play.

Li Guangming's heart was half cold, he originally hoped that he could make up enough tuition after selling this ancient coin, and maybe he could become a millionaire if he was not careful, but after this inquiry, the most expensive one was only a few hundred yuan, which was enough for a bird!

"Isn't there a very valuable kind of ancient coin?" Li Guangming asked with some discouragement.

"Yes, of course, if you have a 'Heavenly Dependent' Treasure, 'Baoyuan Bureau Town Treasury' or something in your hand, one is worth millions! However, in such a stall, a few hundred yuan of ancient coins is a big price, in the hands of Tufuzi to collect this thing, it is all by the catty, a little high, you may be able to meet a good one, a little back, all this rags. The thin black man kicked the pile of patina in front of him and pouted.

Li Guangming has studied the ancient coin given to him by his grandfather more than once, not only does there not have a single word on it that Li Guangming can understand, but there is not even a square hole in the middle of the ancient coin that is the same as that of everyone.

Li Guangming even felt that what Old Man Li left for himself was a fake that he didn't know where to pick up, and he was just embarrassed to let his own grandson see that he had blown it for most of his life.

Li Guangming was disheartened and put the remaining half box of Chinese cigarettes into his pocket, and the eyes of the black and thin young man who set up the stall kept following his hand into his trouser pocket, and he couldn't help but feel a little regretful when he saw that Li Guangming had no intention of giving himself another one.

Just when Li Guangming put the cigarette in his pocket and was about to say hello to the flash man, the ancient coin in his pocket accidentally stuck to the back of his hand and was smoothed out, and fell at the feet of the black and thin young man with a "ding".

"Yo, where did you get this?" The thin black young man squatted down and picked up the ancient coin, a light flashed in his eyes, and then it was well hidden.

"Inherited from home." Li Guangming snatched the ancient coin and put it in his pocket, not wanting to explain anything more to anyone.

"To sell or not to sell?" The thin black young man approached Li Guangming, took out the Zhongnanhai in his pocket and handed him one, blinked his thin eyes and asked.

"Do you recognize this thing?" Li Guangming asked in some surprise, after his observation this morning, he had already estimated that the round coin in his pocket was not ancient money at all, so he himself was a little uncertain, afraid that if it was really a treasure, it would be bluffed.

"You can show me again." The thin black young man approached Li Guangming with a hint of urgency that could not be hidden.

Li Guangming took out the ancient coins in his pocket suspiciously and gave it to him, he was not afraid that he would run away, anyway, Shili River was monitored everywhere, not to mention that his stall was still here.

Just when the black and thin young man was carefully looking at Li Guangming's ancient coin, a middle-aged man in his thirties walked to the side of the stall, casually glanced at the ancient coin in the hand of the black and thin young man, and then squatted in front of him and studied the objects on the stall.

"You're not a good thing." After the thin black man rummaged through and studied it for about two or three minutes, he threw the ancient coin to Li Guangming again. "This thing is not a traditional ancient coin at all."

Li Guangming picked up the ancient coin and looked up at him, hoping that he could tell the reason.

"This thing, not at all is a traditional ancient coin, it is a kind of funeral utensils that were popular for a while in the Qing Dynasty, called'extradition coin', made of sterling silver, to put it bluntly, it is the money to buy a ticket when crossing the Huangquan River, legend has it that the coffin is pressed under this 'extradition coin' The deceased can use it to buy a ticket to cross the Yellow Spring, and can enter the underworld to practice, no longer need to go to the bridge and bear the pain of reincarnation, but then it slowly became unpopular, so although this thing is not common, it is not a particularly rare object." The thin black young man smoked a cigarette and talked eloquently.

"Oh." Li Guangming showed a look of sudden realization. One side of this ancient coin does depict a piece of water and a small island, presumably that small island should symbolize the underworld on the other side of the Yellow Spring.

The middle-aged man who was squatting in front of the stall studying an ancient coin listened to the words of the thin black young man, and a subtle sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"This thing, I've always wanted to charge for fun, now the market price is about 500 yuan a piece, this is the selling price, if I collect it, I can only give you 300 yuan, how about it, sell it or not?" Xiao Er finally showed his true colors after blowing for a long time, and asked casually.

"Three hundred, I won't sell it." Li Guangming shook his head, a few hundred yuan can't solve the problem at all, and looking at the tricky appearance of this black and thin young man, this thing will definitely not be worth only five hundred yuan as he said.

"Hey, hey, little brother, don't go, I'll give you four hundred!" looked at Li Guangming, who turned around and was about to leave, and hurriedly stopped him.

Li Guangming still shook his head.

"Four hundred and five!"

"Five hundred! I really can't give any more, and I'll really lose money if I give more! Xiao Er gritted his teeth and looked at Li Guangming with a look of cutting meat.

Li Guangming turned around and left.

He has never sold antiques, but Li Guangming has seen all kinds of old liars under the overpass who fool people into buying fakes, and the black and thin young man in front of him is the same.

"Young man, I'll give you 200,000!" Just when Li Guangming had already taken a few steps, a deep voice suddenly came from behind him, Li Guangming turned his head and saw that the middle-aged man who had been studying the objects on the carpet on the side just now had already stood up and said with a smile.