"Yao Yuanzhai."

Song Ci stood in front of the door, looking at the antique plaque on the door.

Just now, the owner of the jade shop called the other party Lao Yao, so the word Yao Yuan is probably the name of the old man.

"Do you want to buy something?"

Seeing Song Ci standing at the door and looking around, his face was thin, and Lao Yao, who was wearing a pair of round-framed glasses, walked out of the house, Lao Yao had a thin face, white temples, and an ancient book in his hand, looking very cultivated.

He also recognized that Song Ci was the young man who was walking with the jade shop Boss Yin just now.

"I'm just looking, I'm bothered." Song Ci said politely and strode into the store.

"You can look at it." Lao Yao said with a smile.

Song Ci looked at the small shop, the small shop itself was not big, and it was full of things, which made it even more cramped, but this was not surprising, almost all the shops around were like this.

Although the shop is not big, there are a lot of things in it, and there are many varieties, from calligraphy and painting to stamps and coins.

Song Ci's sense that what he wanted should be close to the innermost position, but he didn't go in that direction for the first time, but looked down at some of the "antiques" displayed on the counter.

The most common ones are coins, and then there are all kinds of wrenches, jade pendants, and trinkets.

"You're really good enough." Song Ci said with a smile.

"That is, although my store is not big, it is also one of the best in this Tumiao Street." Lao Yao was very proud when he heard this.

Song Ci smiled, raised his head, and looked at the rows of bookshelves behind the counter, the shelves were full of some ancient books, because they were shown to others, all of them were facing outward, Song Ci glanced at them, with the most ancient books of Chinese medicine, and some Taoist classics.

"If you like anything, I'll show you." Lao Yao walked back to the counter, looked at Song Ci and said.

Song Ci didn't answer his words, but swiped across the glass of the counter, and finally pointed to one of the jade wrenches and said, "Can you show me this?" ”

"Look at your young age, really good eyesight, this is the Hetian jade wrench in the Qianlong period, you look at the carving, this poem, he was the Qing Dynasty a Belle Lord cherished things, even if the family is in the middle of the road, I was not willing to take it out and sell it for money, but in the end it was stolen by the servants at home, tossing and turning into my hands, but now there are not many people who like this thing, if you really like it, I will endure the pain and sell it to you cheaply."

Lao Yao talked endlessly, with a philistine face, how could there be the slightest elegance.

Song Ci just smiled, didn't believe a word, and during the Qianlong period, the day before yesterday was about the same, as for Lord Belle or something, as long as he sells wrenches and snuff bottles, he has to have something to do with these Qing Dynasty nobles, as if it doesn't matter, things don't seem authentic.

"How much is cheap?"

"I received 35,000, you sincerely want it, I will transfer 38,000 to you, you let me earn a little." Lao Yao is very sincere.

Is he really a lion with his mouth wide open, he really dares to ask for a price, is it great to have a façade? If this is set aside by those stalls outside, it will be shouted at most three thousand eight.

Seeing that Song Ci didn't speak, Lao Yao said again: "It's expensive? Then you tell me the truth. ”

"Thirty-eight?"

Lao Yao: ......

"Let's go, I'm not in your business." Lao Yao's face was full of annoyance.

Although his offer was outrageous, he didn't expect Song Ci's counteroffer to be even more outrageous than him.

"Don't, you open the door to do business, how can you drive the guests out?" Song Ci said with a smile.

"You're not someone who really wants to buy something." Lao Yao said quietly, but he didn't drive Song Ci away.

Song Ci didn't care about his attitude, and continued to bend over, looking at these antiques in the window.

Sword coins in the Warring States Period, Kaiyuan Tongbao in the Tang Dynasty, and Spring coins in the Yuan Dynasty......

There are still many Song Ci who don't know at all, but it really makes him gain a lot of knowledge.

In addition, there are seals, belt hooks, hairpins, hairpins, earrings and other things, but most of them are silver, copper and jade.

"What is this?" Song Ci pointed to a copper object on the counter.

"This is a moire hairpin, but it is not worn by women, but by men." Lao Yao explained to him.

"Show it to me." Song Ci said.

Lao Yao glanced at him when he heard this, and then reluctantly took the hairpin from under the counter and placed it in a flannel tray on the counter.

Song Ci didn't use his hands to pick it up, but lowered his head and looked carefully.

The workmanship of the hosta is not fine, but it looks a little rough.

The whole hairpin body is like a long sword, the sword body is round and smooth, at the hilt of the sword, with a few strokes of the carving knife, engraved with a few cloud patterns.

But simplicity does not mean ugly, but there is a sense of grandeur and atmosphere back to basics, but the jade quality does not seem to be very good, mixed with a lot of red colors.

"How much does this hairpin cost?"

"Three thousand eight." Lao Yao didn't think about it, and said it casually.

Song: ......

Lao Yao probably also reacted, and the old face couldn't help but blush, the price just now was 38,000, and this one was 3,0008, how could it be so coincidental.

Song Ci did not dwell on this issue, but said: "Is one hundred and eight for sale?" ”

"Don't sell it, you ...... the price"

Song Ci didn't wait for him to finish, turned around and left.

"Don't worry, I haven't finished my sentence yet, you young man is really good." Seeing that Song Ci was about to step out of the store, Lao Yao hurriedly called out to him.

"You just say whether to sell or not, right?" Song Ci turned around and asked.

"Sell, can't I sell it? I'm really scared of you. Lao Yao showed a painful look on his face.

Song Ci turned around and walked in, and directly took out his mobile phone to pay.

Lao Yao found a small brocade bag and helped Song Ci put it in, taking this opportunity, he looked at it carefully again, and made sure that he didn't lose his eyes, so he handed the bag to Song Ci.

Song Ci took it, took out the hosta directly from the bag, tossed it in his hand, and then threw the small brocade belt back to the boss.

Then he hummed a song and walked out the door.

"Palace jade liquor, one hundred and eighty glasses ......"

Looking at the back of Song Ci leaving, Lao Yao felt that he had lost something, and he felt that he had lost nothing.

Song Ci went downstairs, did not immediately return to the car, and circled around, really selling everything.

Even the night pot is sold.

Of course, not all of them are antiques, there are also some modern things, such as some old photos, old-fashioned cameras, enamel jars with a sense of age, pen holders, and so on.

While seeing Song Ci dazzling, it also evokes some memories of his past, which is really interesting.

But this time, Song Ci didn't buy anything, but held the hosta in his hand, carried it behind his back, and walked back to the car.

At this time, his excitement had calmed down a lot.

Spread out the palm of your hand and carefully look at the things in your hand, it is obvious that this is another product born under the wish of the Heaven Swallowing Jar.

Song Ci remembered the Liu Ye Pupil that Tang Die gave him last time, and the two items should have been made by one person.

Song Ci suddenly had a feeling that the path he took was to attribute the great power to himself.

And this ancestor should be fake from external objects and protect the way with things.

There are pros and cons to these two methods, Song Ci strengthens himself, although he makes himself extremely powerful, but many things must be done by himself, not in the hands of others.

This ancestor is different, he can give what he has with him to others, let others exercise some magical powers, and be more flexible.

I don't know how many such magical props this senior has made, and I don't know what magical ability this moire hairpin in his hand has.

Thinking of this, Song Ci's heart moved, and he exhaled the Heaven Swallowing Jar.

"Jar ......"