Nearly a boat shop to go, on the Qinhuai River, large and small boat workshops are not less than a hundred, some are specially taken by tourists to cruise the Qinhuai River at night, and some, but it is a dock restaurant, according to the needs of the guests, the boat can be driven to the center of the river, can also dock on the shore, the peace is very good, a boat can probably put down more than 20 tables, basically will be full of guests, in some boats, there are even performances to watch.

At this time, both sides of the Qinhuai River were lit up, Zhuang Rui and the boat they were on, the lighting design was very ingenious, among the antique lamps, the light inside was like a burning candle, and the lights of the whole ship were transparent.

The table in the cabin was already full of seventy or eighty percent of the guests, Zhuang Rui and the others chose a table near the window and sat down, looking at the painting of Lingbo, the sound of oars and the shadow of lights, if there is another singer dancing. It has the taste of "the area of smoke and moon in the six dynasties, the place of gold powder and tea".

On the boat, it is natural to eat fish to meet the scenery, Liu "ordered a big head of abalone to eat three fish, that is, a fish made into three dishes, fish head with tofu, ham slices, coriander stewed soup, fish tail with a little salt, cooking wine, neck, put into the oil pot dry boil, the fish body is naturally made into sweet and sour fish pieces, this way of eating is popular in the North Pole of Suzhou, Zhuang Rui and Liu Chuan in Pengcheng, also often eat like this.

In addition, Zhuang Rui ordered some Jinling snacks for the second daughter, such as duck fat shortbread in Qinhuai's eight uniques, beef potstickers, etc., although they are not the most authentic, they are difficult to eat in other places.

It didn't take long for a few people to order the dishes to be delivered, the fish soup looked milky and thick, the taste was extremely delicious when you took a sip, the sweet and sour fish pieces were even more crispy and sweet, fragrant and delicious, Zhuang Rui even wanted a small bowl, picked out the fish bones and then mixed them with the fish meat, and put them at the feet for the white lion to eat.

After eating and drinking, after Liu Chuan finished settling the account, Zhuang Rui stood up and said to the second daughter: "Yingbing, let's go to the antique street of Confucius Temple, aren't you in a hurry to go back?"

Qin Dongbing was slightly annoyed and glanced at Zhuang Rui, such a beautiful scenery, not to mention going to the river with herself, but she wanted to go to that crowded place, but she didn't know, Zhuang Rui had already heard of the name of Confucius Temple, and this time she was really holding back her strength, and she was ready to pick up a few big leaks.

Chapter 119: The Story of an Antique Dealer

The Confucius Temple on the bank of the Qinhuai River was built in the Eastern Jin Dynasty Emperor Sima Yan Xiankang for three years, according to Wang Dao's proposal to "govern the country to cultivate merchant talents as the priority" to learn from the south bank of the Qinhuai River. At that time, there was only the school palace, and the Confucian temple was not built, the Confucian temple was expanded in the first year of Song Renzong Jingyou on the Eastern Jin Dynasty school palace, because it was Confucius who was worshipped, so it was also called the Confucius Temple.

Since ancient times, the Confucius Temple has been the crown of Qinhuai, shining with charming brilliance. Here the humanities gather, businessmen gathered, known as the "beautiful place in the south of the Yangtze River" reputation, but Nanjing is known as the place where the soldiers must pass, the past dynasties suffered many military disasters, the Confucius Temple in history has been destroyed four times and built five years, the Confucius Temple Qinhuai scenery belt began to rebuild, has invested more than 100 million in the old one, restored the construction of Dacheng Palace, Mingde Hall, Zun Jing Pavilion, Jiangnan Gongyuan and other forces, many thousand square meters of ancient buildings, the daily flow of people in the old 10,000 people, holidays in more than 3o people,

From ancient times to the present, the Qinhuai River is a place where literati and scholars sing poems against each other, dance and write ink, and in the Confucius Temple located on the bank of the Qinhuai River, antique calligraphy and painting, flowers, birds, fish and insects have become the most important selling point, which often attracts many tourists to stop and watch.

Because the Confucius Temple is also a collection of antiques and flower and bird markets and one, so Liu Chuan is also very familiar with the Confucius Temple, with everyone from the east side into the Confucius Temple market, the net into the square, you see a stone pillar on the east side of the temple, the book "the Minister of Civil and Military Affairs has dismounted here" must be the reverence for the "Holy Wenxuan King".

At this time, the Chaotian Palace antique market, which is known as the antique industry "Pan Jiayuan in the north and Chaotian Palace in the south", has not yet been rebuilt, and more antique lovers are concentrated in the Confucius Temple antique market, in other cities, when night falls. Often the stalls in the antique market will disperse, but the Confucius Temple antique market next to the beautiful scenery of Qinhuai at night is full of people and lively.

On both sides of a long street, all of them imitate the buildings of the Ming and Qing dynasties, giving people a sense of time and space disorder, in ancient times, because there are too many tourists, Liu Chuan will already hold the black lion in his arms" The white lion is not afraid of being lost, dexterously walking under the eyes of everyone, and always follows Zhuang Rui.

"Wood, slow down, slow down, where are we Taobao picking up leaks, this whole big set, there are good things I want to find." After a while with the flow of people, Liu "couldn't hold back his energy, there were so many people, he couldn't stop in front of the stall at all, and before you could stand firmly, the people behind pushed you forward."

In fact, most of the people who visit the Confucius Temple at this o'clock are tourists from other places, admiring the reputation of the Confucius Temple, just to have a lively time, not interested in antiques or want to come to Taobao to pick up the leaks, and those stall owners sell, not to mention all modern handicrafts. At least Zhuang Rui walked through seven or eight stalls, casually scanned them with his eyes, and there was not a single object with aura, so that tourists could buy some souvenirs and stall owners make some hard-earned money, but everyone was happy.

Really those local veteran players also come to Confucius Temple. However, most of the time they come here is early in the morning, and they come to visit the "ghost market" here, the so-called "ghost market" is actually what people call the night market now, but before the liberation, it was called Xiao City, or "ghost market" has been changed to the night market in the mouths of young people, but in the antique shop, the name "ghost market" has been continued.

Antique ghost market is generally traded in the second half of the night to before dawn, and the current night market time has three certain differences, the ghost market because it is traded at night, the goods are difficult to distinguish between true and false, good and bad, so it is easy to be deceived, especially a lot of stolen goods are often listed here to get rid of hands, if you don't get it right, you will eat a lawsuit, which makes it difficult to argue.

After the "post", the government is not allowed to trade before the street lamps are extinguished. The ghost market is gradually taken by the sea Shixiao has a ghost market again in various places, the most famous is the Panjiayuan in Beijing and the Confucius Temple in Nanjing, and the rest of the places are also available, not the same, the time is generally from three o'clock in the morning to seven or eight o'clock in the morning, and some of the second-hand goods will continue until noon, the owners of the goods come from all over the country, the goods are varied, most of them are imitation antiques, but there is no lack of treasures.

It's a pity that Liu Chuan came here in the past, just for the purchase of pets, and he doesn't know much about the antique market, and he doesn't know the existence of a ghost market, otherwise, with Zhuang Rui's eyes, he will definitely be able to find a lot of good things in the ghost market. You must know that although there are many fakes in the ghost market, there is a chance that treasures exist. It's much more than what you can find on this stall.

Seeing that Qin Dongbing and Lei Lei were frowning, constantly dodging the crowd crowd, presumably there was no shortage of dirty hands who wanted to touch women in troubled waters, Zhuang Rui opened his mouth and said: "Let's go to the store and take a look around, it is estimated that even if there are any good objects here, they have already been snatched away, where can we still get our turn." ”

At that moment, Liu "and Zhuang Rui protected the second daughter, squeezed to the back of those scattered stalls, and entered a relatively large antique shop from the façade.

It seems that there are many people who think the same as Zhuang Rui, not to mention the business of this antique shop, at least the popularity is strong enough, three or five clerks wearing ancient short-cut costumes are recommending the items in the store to tourists endlessly, Zhuang Rui suddenly remembered a story, and couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Zhuang Rui, what are you laughing at, is it wrong for that person to say?" Qin Yingbing on the side pointed to the clerk who was like a river and asked Zhuang Rui.

"No, I thought of a joke for you, it is said that there is an antique shop that recruits salespeople, and the advertisements have been out for more than a month, and there are many applicants, but none of them have been hired.

On this day, two young people came, one of them arrived more than five minutes ago, and the owner of the shop picked up a small piece of sawdust from the ground, put it on the red silk mat, and asked the young man, "What is this?"

The young man was stunned for a moment, and replied, "It's a piece of sawdust."

The boss shook his head, threw the sawdust in the red silk mat back to the ground, and said, "Man, you weren't admitted. ”

The young man was a little puzzled, but someone else was the boss, and he couldn't help it, and when he was about to leave, another applicant walked in outside, and he stopped to see how the person answered.

Sure enough, the boss still made the same move, picked up the sawdust thrown on the ground again, put it on the red silk mat with great care, and asked the young man who entered the door, "Can you tell what this is?"

The young man was also stunned for a moment when he heard this, but then a smile appeared on his face and said, "This is the toothpick that Cixi Lafayette once used." ”

"Great, you can get to work now. The boss was overjoyed, and immediately decided to hire the young man who came later, and the previous one hid his face and left.

Dong Bing, look at that clerk, is he a bit like the person I said, the kung fu is all lip service. ”

Zhuang Rui's words caused Qin Dongbing and Lei Lei to laugh. However, Liu Chuan obviously heard this story, and said unconvinced: "Wood, your story is outdated, see your buddy tell you one." ”

"Do you still tell stories?" Zhuang Rui's words and the contemptuous look cast in the past made Liu Chuan very dissatisfied.

"What are you talking about, listen well, once upon a time there was an antique dealer, married for more than forty years, nearly sixty years old, fell in love with Madame's maid, and always did something to the maid behind her back, and after Madame knew about it, she discussed it with the maid.

Someday. The maid said to the antique dealer: Master, come to my room tonight, the antique dealer was overjoyed, and when the antique dealer sneaked into the maid's room, and at this time the maid had changed rooms with his wife, and after the antique dealer went to bed, he didn't say anything, and he did his best, and he ate Viagra.

After waiting for the matter, the antique dealer lay on the bed and said happily: "It's still hello, it's much better than me, the old yellow-faced woman." The voice fell into the net, and the lady kicked it to the ground and scolded: You have been playing with antiques all your life, and you don't even recognize such an old thing. ”

"Liu Chuan, you. Color embryo is not a good thing!"

After Liu's joke was finished, Qin Dongbing and Lei Lei, who listened to it, turned crimson, and Lei Lei stepped forward to pinch Liu Chuan's soft flesh, and the painful Liu "begged for mercy in a low voice.

"This little brother, you're not talking about me, I'm in my sixties as you said, old man, but the majesty is no more, old, old. ”

Suddenly, a voice came from behind Liu Chuan, and several people were startled when they heard it, if this joke was taken seriously, it would be a grudge against someone for no reason.

The person who spoke was indeed an old man, white and fat, with a ruddy complexion, looking at his age of more than sixty years old, with half black and white on his head, a pair of glasses on his nose, and an emerald green wrench on the thumb of his right hand, smiling and squinting. Looking at Zhuang Rui and the others, if this old man changes into a splendid group uniform, the whole thing. It's like the fat guy on the rich side in ancient times.

"Old man, a few of us. People are kidding, how dare you say you, besides, you are not an antique dealer. ”

Liu Chuan got rid of Lei Lei's little hand and said to the old man with a smile.

"Hey, as it happens, I'm really an antique dealer and the owner of this shop. ”

The old man had a good temper, and he was not angry, he replied with a smile, but he listened to Liu Chuan's black line of melon seeds, what the old man wanted to say was true, what he said just now, but he pointed to the monk and scolded the bald donkey, the age and identity are all matched, how could it be so coincidental.

"Old man, don't be angry, this person is so stinky, Liu Chuan, don't apologize to the boss. ”

Zhuang Rui didn't know whether the smile on the old man's face was true or not, and it was always Liu "It's a bit inappropriate to make such a joke in someone else's store."

"I'm not angry, I'm not angry, how many brothers like these things, can you see that I have here, which thing is the most valuable?"

The fat old man waved his hand again and again, it really didn't look like he was angry, the busy guys next to him didn't touch the ground, he didn't say that he would go up to help, but he had the leisure to chat with Zhuang Rui and others, whether it was really the boss or not, this boss was full of shelves.

Than: The play meat is here, we have to lose sleep for a few days, tomorrow o o'clock will start to explode, four chapters start, you Tibetan friends check the book house, put the monthly pass for our collection, vote it now, I saw the monthly pass, more energetic than drinking Red Bull.

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Volume 1 Misfortune and Fortune Chapter 120 Stealing Chickens Doesn't Make Rice

Ershi is indeed the owner of this antique shop. And he is also one of the elders of this master Miaokou Zhenfeng, and his family history is related to his father's before liberation. He used to be a professor of history at Peking University. Later, he was not accustomed to some of the authorities' behavior, and expressed some remarks in the newspapers, but was hated by the authorities, so he resigned from Peking University and returned to his hometown Nanjing to open an antique shop.

When this old man was in the capital, he often visited the antique market such as the Liuli Factory, and there were many things that flowed out of the palace in those years, and even the one who was locked up in the Forbidden City at that time poured objects out, which really made him receive a lot of good things, plus he was knowledgeable, and he could quote scriptures for each antique. Speaking of its inheritance, it was also one of the more famous collectors and connoisseurs in China before liberation.

After returning to Nanjing, he helped people write on weekdays, or identified antique calligraphy and painting, and the days passed freely, and the Qinhuai River of Confucius Temple was the place where the old man often lingered, but later fled from Nanjing during the war, and did not return to Nanjing until the 40s, and now Qian Yaosi, after being born, was influenced by his father's ears and eyes, and had a strong interest in the antique industry.

The chaotic days of the ten years after the liberation made Qian Yaosi's father change from an intellectual to a stinky old nine. After all the hardships and passed away, and many antiques, calligraphy and paintings in the family were all copied away from the house, and by the end of the seventies. Old Man Qian was rehabilitated, and Qian Yaosi began to run to the relevant departments again and again, and recovered some of the things that were stolen from the house, but some calligraphy and paintings were burned and could not be restored, which made Qian Yaosi feel distressed.

In the early eighties. When most people in the country were still eating big pot rice, Qian Yaosi, who was 40 years old, quit his job arranged to take care of him and took a few thousand yuan in state compensation. became a self-employed person, and he is the most despised self-employed person: the one who collects rags. Qian Yaosi pedaled a broken tricycle all day long. Walking in the streets and alleys of Nanjing, and only collecting waste calligraphy, paintings, newspapers, and some broken ceramic crockpots and other things, he was called a money maniac by some neighbors at that time.

After the nineties, Qian Yaosi turned over and took the landlord, and the policy was relaxed at that time.