Chang Xian asked Zheng Da reporters to find a place to park from afar, otherwise it would be troublesome to park in the old city.

The two entered from the north exit, Zheng Mang was eating the already cold egg scones, and looked left and right and said: "Chang Xian, why do I think this drum tower is more lively than Shenyang Road?" Isn't it said that Shenyang Road is the most famous in the antique shop? ”

Looking at the crowded heads, Chang Xian's scalp was numb: "Reporter Zheng, do you know Pan Jiayuan?" ”

"Of course I know Pan Jiayuan, I've been there before, I want to pick up the leak, but I didn't pick it up."

Chang Xian laughed, where is there still a missing pick in Panjiayuan now, only a set.

Besides, if it can be picked up by your Miss Zheng, is it still a leak?

That's got to be a supermarket!

"What about the glaze factory?"

"I haven't heard of Liulichang."

Chang Xian said: "This is the end, Panjiayuan is a thrift market, a folk market, and it is for tourists." But if you want to buy the real thing, you still have to go to the glass factory. ”

Zheng Mang suddenly realized: "You mean that the Drum Tower is here for tourists, and insiders mainly go to Shenyang Road!" Yes, yes, yes, I remember, that time the big head also said that his jade was bought by the glass factory. ”

……

While talking, the two went to the market.

The antique markets across the country are actually much the same.

There are new and old Dongyang wood carvings on the stalls, large and small Tibetan antiques such as thangkas, Tibetan Buddhist instruments, calligraphy and painting, jade, ceramics and so on are everywhere.

To say that there are some characteristics are those old or newly printed month cards, movie posters, old record players, old bakelite records, electric fans in the 30s of the last century, old telephones, etc., which made Chang Xian and Zheng Mang stop for a long time.

"Alas, Chang Xian, I remember the last time you said what you told me about the fart, what did you say?"

After shopping for a while, Zheng Mang suddenly remembered this.

"It's not the same as the fart, the antique shop is different from the fart!"

Chang smiled and said: "Anyone who has visited an antique market or any other thrift stall has probably had an experience, you are strolling, there are one or two mysterious uninvited guests behind you, like a "follower" who can't get rid of it."

As soon as you turn around, this person will rush forward to talk to you, with a serious expression and a low tone: "Sir, do you want an antique?" Just dug up from the grave! ”

"Many people are chased to the point of decline, angry and angry, ruining the interest of looking for treasures, turning around and leaving, which is considered smart."

"There are soft ears, as soon as I heard that there is a "baby" in someone's hand, my heart is itchy, thinking that his things must be from the wrong way, so I am sneaky and afraid of seeing the light, and I dare not ask for more money, hehe, I am "caught" today, let's go. ”

"Go? Go, but it's bad luck! ”

Zheng Mang happily watched the stalls, while listening to the idle work.

The two talked as they walked, and when they passed a corner, they suddenly felt someone patting their shoulders behind them, and hurriedly looked back, but it was a middle-aged man with a loyal appearance.

"What are you doing?"

Before Chang Xian could make a sound, Zheng Mang put down the object he was looking at in his hand and walked over and asked.

The middle-aged man hurriedly took two steps back and said, "Two, don't get me wrong, I have business to talk to you."

The middle-aged man pretended to look left and right mysteriously, and said in a low voice: "It's inconvenient to talk here, let's change the place, there are fewer people over there, the two of you work hard, move a step."

Chang Xianyan was impatient, what kind of thing is this, and when he was about to wave his hand away, Zheng Mang asked excitedly, "What's the business?"

As he spoke, he pulled Chang Xian and walked towards the place pointed by the man.

Coming to the secluded place that the man was referring to, which was actually the place where no one set up a stall between the two shops, the middle-aged man approached the two with a serious expression and said, "You two, do you want antiques?" Freshly dug out of the tomb, it is guaranteed to be genuine, and the smell of the earth has not been removed. “

When Zheng Mang heard this, he was stunned for a moment, as if he had been electrocuted, covering his mouth with his left hand and pointing at Chang Xian with his right hand, as if he was acting in a silent drama.

I can't cry or laugh when I'm idle, I'm talking about this matter, you just come over and say the truth, buddy can't pay you!

After holding it for a while, Zheng Mang finally couldn't hold it anymore, his face turned red, and he hit it out, his waist couldn't bear it, so he could only hold his knees and laugh.

Chang Xian saw Zheng Mang laughing uncomfortably, gently patted her on the back twice, and glared at the middle-aged man angrily: "If you don't want to enter the game, get out!" It's up to the guys! ”

The middle-aged man's face changed greatly when he heard this, and he bowed his hand to Chang Xian, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Zheng Mang gasped for breath at this time: "I believe it, this line is the same, it comes out of a training institution!" ”

……

I watched it for a while while and felt a little tired.

Chang Xian bought a little ear eye fried cake around the corner, and saw a couple on the bench under the statue on the street in front of him, and quickly got up to leave, and hurriedly sat down first.

Then he beckoned Zheng Mang over and said, "I have a senior brother from Nankai who has opened a shop on Shenyang Road for more than 100 years. I've heard him tell you a story about a fart, and I'll tell you about it, maybe you can write an article about "The Antique Shop's Fart." ”

"In the early years, my brother bought a big hair, and the broken car was always faulty, and a friend introduced him to a car repairer, Lao Zhang. To be fair, Lao Zhang is very real, and he uses the holiday time to repair my brother's car, and he doesn't charge a penny, which is also a personal favor. ”

"If you owe someone, you have to pay it back! Lao Zhang was not polite, so he apprenticed to my brother to learn to play antiques. I thought he was just talking, but I didn't think that Lao Zhang really "liked" antiques. ”

One day, Lao Zhang found my senior brother and said, "Brother, it seems that this car repair job should say goodbye to me!" ”

"He changed careers?" Zheng Mang asked.

"That's what my brother asked."

Chang Xian smiled: "Haha, that old Zhang said with great ambition that he is also a collector now, and he learned from my senior brother." ”

My brother was a little anxious and said, "Hey, hey! Don't talk about it, I can't even say I'm a collector, when did you become a 'home'? Tell me what you've received? Carburetor or reel? ”

"Haha, your senior brother is poor enough!"

Zheng Mang was so happy that he flicked his horsetail.

"I told you that I don't want to do car repair anymore, and you still use this file to hurt me?"

Then the old Zhang said nervously: "I'm holding the treasure!" ”

"What treasure?"

My senior brother asked casually.

"A colorful jar from the Wanli period of the Ming Dynasty!"