I rented a house behind Dongjie Elementary School, where I used to go to school, and for ten years, the school building has been renovated, but the lotus pond next to the playground, the carport by the pond, and the dilapidated laboratory building behind the teaching building are all there.

Living here, I can find traces of my life, a stirring heart, and temporarily calm down.

The antique industry in Bianliang City is on Jiefang Road in Gulou District, in the center of the city, and is arranged from north to south according to the three levels of high, medium and low.

High-end antique shops are distributed on Caomen Street, intermediate-level small shops are distributed on Xueyuan Road, and small shops and stalls continue to the south and are distributed on Liberty Road.

According to the name of the old Bianliang people, they are called the big road, the second road, and the small road.

My sister left 10,000 yuan in my bank card, and after taking a car and renting a house, only half of it was left, which was all the capital I had to start in the market.

The next day after everything settled in was Saturday, I slept until two o'clock in the afternoon and went to the small road.

At this point in time, the vendors are ready to close their stalls, and they are too tired to speak.

A great man once said that the enemy is tired and I chase after him, and this is the truth.

The stall owner was tired, I slept fullly, full of energy, and compared the two, which of them were my opponents?

Some amateur players, for fear that the good things will be snatched away, arrive just after dawn, and bargain with a big knife on the pretext of "opening for the stall owner", thinking that they are making a bargain.

In fact, the stall owner set up his stall early in the morning, and the price of everything was inflated. Each piece is more than five times the expected price, and sometimes more than twenty times.

At this time, even if it is cut at the waist, the buyer will lose a lot.

Walking back and forth on the small road, I kept my hands in my trouser pockets and didn't stop in front of any of the stalls. However, where my eyes have swept, I have memorized the good things on every stall.

Within twenty minutes, there were only two that interested me.

One is a jade cigarette holder on a stall at the east end of the road, and the stall owner is a country woman in her thirties.

The vehicle was a scrap-collecting tricycle with dozens of bundles of old magazines thrown in the compartment.

The cigarette holder was placed on the plastic sheet at her feet, and there were some pen holders, brushes, stamps, book stands, and mirror frames next to her.

At a glance, I knew that it was time to collect waste, so I served the old study of a certain family, picked out these, and hit my luck.

The other is a swarthy inkstone, owned by a greasy man in his fifties, with gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose and gold-plated chains that sit on the back of his neck.

He was wearing a bronze Tang costume with old-fashioned round cloth shoes under his feet, and when he talked to the buyer, he pretended to be pretentious, and pouted with a very impure Beijing accent.

The Song people admired learning, and friends on the road dug graves and robbed tombs in Bianliang City, and many times they could get these things.

Lake pen, Hui ink, rice paper, Duan inkstone and called the "four treasures of the study" in China, Duan inkstone is famous, but it is also divided into countless types.

Different materials, different manufacturers, different users, different products, and great price differences.

I noticed that the position of the pen on this inkstone is naturally very worn.

Only very diligent calligraphers can show such traces.

I squatted down in front of the greasy man's stall, and the price of the inkstone was 500 yuan, and there were brushes, pen holders, ink blocks, tablets and other things next to it, all related to calligraphy and painting.

"Little brother, what do you like?"

I reached out and scratched, "It's all about this pile." ”

The most important thing is safety, and the seller can't find out that he has gone away.

I buy a lot of things, and the stall owner can't tell which ones are worth and which ones aren't.

"All of them? Twenty thousand! The greasy man held out two fingers.

I just saw that the two-foot-long pen holder is from Vietnamese rosewood, and it can be worth up to three thousand.

A few bald pens, the barrel of which is sour and wood, is not worth much.

The inscription is a printed matter, and the ink block is inferior Shanxi ink, which is not valuable.

With the addition of inkstones, the total does not exceed four thousand.

Since it is a pile of stalls, a 20% discount will be at most 3,000 yuan.

"Three thousand." I give a price of conscience.

"Three thousand? Let's go, hurry up and let me go, where it's cool! "The greasy man is on fire.

I stood up and walked in the direction of the woman collecting scrap.

Ask for a price and pay back on the spot.

This is the rule of setting up a stall, and I believe that if I can't take a few steps, the greasy man will have to call me back.

"Hey, little brother, come back to discuss, don't miss the good things that have eyes......"

Sure enough, I took seven steps, and the greasy man screamed right behind me.

With a rattle, a Prince motorcycle suddenly braked sharply and stopped in front of me.

The rider was a yellow-haired young man, and behind him sat a girl with big waves, long hair, and heavy makeup.

"Hey, boy, just leave after asking, you're lame? You fucking came to the street to buy something, do you know the rules? ”

Huang Mao's mouth was dirty, and he had a cigarette between his left fingers, and at first glance he knew that he was a thug in the market.

"It's too expensive to afford."

Huang Mao let out a puff of smoke: "If you can't afford it, dare to ask?" Come here, I'll sell it to you for 10,000 yuan, and I have to buy it if I don't buy it today! ”

There has never been a rule of forced buying and selling in the stall market, unless it is a local snake bullying outsiders, how much can be defrauded.

I turned around, and the greasy man came over in a few steps and grabbed my wrist.

This old man and young man look quite alike, they should be the two of them.

"10,000 yuan, pack it and take it away, don't be verbose!" Greasy men are impatient.

"I just have 3,000 yuan with me, and I can't afford it." I bit the words to death.

Huang Mao was anxious: "Dad, you put away the pen holder, and the rest of the things are cheaper for 3,000 yuan!" ”

Their abacus was very fine, and they took out the red sandalwood pen holder, and these things are worth hundreds of yuan, which is equivalent to three thousand from me.

I was dragged back by two people, ordered three thousand yuan, and then the greasy man put everything in a plastic bag and threw it at my feet.

"Boy, you're lucky, these things go back and scrub them clean, send them to the main road, and suddenly turn over them twice, let's go, let's go, let's go quickly!"

Yellowhair laughed arrogantly and shoved me on the shoulder.

The people in the nearby stalls crossed their arms and watched, but no one came out to administer justice.

The woman who was only a dozen steps away from collecting waste muttered, "Isn't this bullying? It's not okay if people don't buy it, how can there be such a thing? ”

When Huang Mao heard this, he immediately exclaimed: "Where did the hillbilly come from?" A rag collector dares to come to the small road to swing. Get out of here with me right away, when you're done, the master lifted your jar and smashed the tricycle with it Believe it or not? ”

The woman was timid, bent down to pack her things, and prepared to withdraw from the stall.

I walked over with a plastic bag: "How much is this pile?" ”

The woman was stunned: "Big brother, you ...... This is an antique market, and if you want to buy school supplies, there is one next to the elementary school on the east side. ”

I ignored her and opened the plastic bag: "How much?" Pour them all out for me. ”

The stall owners all laughed, buying things at the antique market, never talking about heaping up.

It's all scrap copper and rotten iron here, and if you take a lot of things back and can't change hands, it's equivalent to taking money and losing it.

"It's just a hundred dollars, look at you like this, you don't understand anything, it's just a mallet...... Alas, what a hapless boy, come here to throw money, I don't know whether I live or die......"

I took out a hundred yuan, and before I could hand it out, someone behind me slapped me on the shoulder: "Boy, do you want to learn from others to pick up leaks?" The wings are not stiff, and I want to fly if I can't go, hehehehe, let me see, master, what's the good stuff in this pile of things? ”

The yellow-haired ghost followed me and snatched the plastic bag from my hand.

This guy didn't know anything, and picked up the cigarette holder as soon as he could.

"Hetian jade cigarette holder, antique goods, imitations of the late Qing Dynasty and early Republic of China, the knife work is not bad, five hundred yuan, I want it."

I shook my head: "I've bought them all, they're all mine." ”

The woman also said, "Yes, this big brother bought ......."

Huang Maoli ignored it, took out five hundred-yuan bills from his pocket, and threw them in a plastic bag.

I don't want to cause trouble, the first day I came to the small road, it was not a good thing to be on the same bar as this kind of ruffian.

I took out five hundred dollars and gave it all to the woman.

She was ashamed and rubbed her hands vigorously: "Big brother, I'm sorry, I originally wanted to sell it to you, and you can make some money." These five hundred dollars, these five hundred dollars ......"

I didn't say much and pointed to the tricycle: "If you feel that you owe me, give me all the scraps?" ”

The woman agreed, loaded the stool and thermos on the tricycle, and then pulled me back to the rental house.

Most of these books are old magazines such as "Bosom Friend", "Popular Movie", "Middle School Students", and "Half Moon Talk", and some of them have been discontinued.

The pages are yellowed and give off a faint musty smell.

I'm not concerned with the book, but with the rope that binds the book.

These finely woven hemp ropes are delicate, off-white, and about the size of a little finger.

When tying the book, the knot tied by the master was a pirate buckle.

Bianliang City is an inland city, far from the sea, and the pirate buckle is a common knotting method used in coastal provinces and cities, and even the characters of the rivers and lakes will use it. After the fight, it is very strong, and the connoisseur can open it as soon as he pulls it, but the layman can't untie it.

Old books, pirate buckles caught my attention.

Just now, when I walked up to the woman, I stood in the limelight and deliberately sniffed the books.

After ordinary books become moldy, there is only a musty smell.

Ordinary people do not have facilities to prevent mildew and insects, so they can only be left dry and allowed to let the books become moldy.

Wealthy families have a collection of thousands of books, in order to prevent mildew, they put all kinds of mildew-proof and moisture-absorbing precious wood in the books, such as dragon wood, red sandalwood, yew, linden tree and the like.

Bookmarks made of wood are elegant and practical.

I smelled the scent of rosewood and judged that there must be a precious bookmark in the book.

Besides, after these books were packed, no one else had opened them, and they remained intact, at least ten years old.

So, if there is something good inside, after it is sealed, it is not opened again.

The prodigal sons only like real money and silver, and do not understand the truth that "there is a golden house in the book", even if the ancestors put good things in front of their eyes, they will be pushed out.