"Hutong is the root of Yanjing people, and it is the deepest memory of Yanjing people!"

There is a saying in Yanjing, "the famous Hutong 3,006, the nameless Hutong Race Niu Mao", they surround the Forbidden City, like a folk customs museum, showing the life of ordinary people in Yanjing, but also recording the historical changes of Yanjing.

There is an alley of about 200 meters to the west from the coal market street, which is called the lantern alley, which is one of them.

There are many interpretations of taking lamps in Yanjing dialect, including the meaning of match (foreign fire) and the meaning of taking lamps (lanterns), which was originally called Stirrup Hutong.

The lantern alley is the birthplace of the most primitive matches, there were people in Yanjing City who specialized in taking lamps as a business, and after the production and sales of more people, a gathering business district was formed, so it was simply named "lantern alley".

The courtyard in the lantern alley, from the outside, the gray walls and gray tiles of the water are clean and tidy. The street doors in the alleys are also very particular, and the doors of a house can reveal a lot of information.

On Saturday, Jiang Yuanchao rode a three-wheeled car and broke in from the customs outside, wearing a green long-sleeved jacket, stepping on a pair of liberation shoes, holding a second-hand loudspeaker from nowhere, and shouting from time to time:

"Collect old furniture, old porcelain, old stamps, all kinds of old fashion!"

At this voice, he shouted not loudly, but seemed a little weak-hearted.

Also, a few months ago, he wasn't even a flat-headed ordinary person in Yanjing, at best he was a mud leg, but now he has moved to Yanjing with his younger brother's light, not to mention, and he also lives in a courtyard house that he can't even think of, this day is like a dream.

Now, although I have the heart to help my younger brother, I listened to the words of the big horse, rode a broken three-wheeler, and walked the streets and alleys of Yanjing to collect antiques.

Oh, Ma Da didn't let it be called an antique, and when he asked, he said that he was collecting old goods.

It sounds like the tattered ones he heard in the alley on weekdays, but he still has an inexplicable weakness.

Although Ma Da also said that even if he received the wrong one, he would not lose much money, but he was still worried.

However, in order to improve the success rate, he also did not go anywhere.

After all, there is Ma Dudu, a local, and he has also learned some skills to distinguish between rich and poor through the door.

For example, the courtyard on his left has four hairpins on the door, and there is not a single brick. The door is installed between the outer eaves columns, and the form of the door sill grip is in the form of a wide and bright gate.

The Yanjing people call this kind of gate "Barbarian Gate", because it was mostly built by southern merchants, and the style is more subtle and introverted.

This kind of people are generally richer than ordinary people, not to mention how particular they are, but the probability of having good objects is also greater. Of course, because it is a businessman, it is more likely that you will not be able to find good goods.

After the tricycle stood in front of the door for a while, Jiang Yuanchao smashed his lips and decided to change his target.

Jiang Yuanchao rode slowly, and the wheels were slowly grinding. Just as the tricycle was about to leave, the occupant of the barbarian door opened the door, and an aunt poked her head out and shouted at him, "Hey, that one who collects the rags!" Do you want to use paper ornaments? ”

"Paper-pressed ornaments? The paperweight is, yes, but you have to look at the goods first! ”

He rode over crookedly, just now he had the idea of beating this house, he wanted to leave, but he didn't expect to be called back, it's really fate.

The former merchant's house has now become a miscellaneous courtyard, with at least four families.

The aunt led him into the house and took out three small ornaments.

One is a snuff box, one is a pen pillow that is a shelf for placing pens, and the other is what the aunt called a paperweight.

Jiang Yuanchao didn't pick it up, but asked the aunt to put it on the table first, and then calmly looked at them one by one.

The first one is a porcelain snuff box with a small mouth, an oval flat belly, and an oval ringed foot. Both sides of the abdomen are pastel-painted depicting two crabs and reeds and algae. The outsole is signed from right to left, and the alum red color seal body "Dao Light Year System" is horizontally arranged.

The other is a bamboo pen pillow, which does not show the chronological process.

As for the third one, it's the paperweight.

After Jiang Yuanchao saw the paperweight, he came to his senses.

It is carved from a pale green piece of jade and has an oval shape. The surface of the paperweight is carved with a landscape painting, and the elements of the picture, such as mountains, trees, and streams, come to life, as if you are in nature.

In addition, the edges of the paperweight are carved with delicate floral patterns for an extra touch of elegance.

"Hey, Auntie, this paperweight of yours is a bit interesting."

"Yes, my old man used to like this paper-pressing thing the most, so he just played with it in his hand if he had nothing to do."

"Since it's the uncle's beloved thing, are you willing to sell it?"

mentioned his wife, and the aunt's expression instantly became much lonely, "The old man in my family had a serious illness at the beginning of the year and didn't survive." ”

"I'm sorry." Jiang Yuanchao looked apologetic.

"Well, it's nothing. It's been so long, and I've come to my senses. It's just that my son doesn't like these old man's ornaments, and when they are placed at home, they are afraid that I will see things and think about people, so they persuade me to take them out and sell them. I also thought about it for a long time before I made up my mind to sell it. ”

"Do you sell all three? How much do you want? ”

"Alas, I'm an old woman, and I don't understand this, as long as the price is not too low, I will sell you."

Nowadays, people have no sense of antiques, they are sold as scrap, and the larger the volume, the more valuable they feel. On the contrary, jade ornaments that are really valuable are not very good at selling for a price.

Jiang Yuanchao gritted his teeth, he actually didn't understand this business, and he didn't know how to value. But he remembered Ma Dudu's words, like this kind of small ornament, the price is pressed to death, and a piece of five cents is given. If the seller is not satisfied, then mention another five cents a piece.

He glanced at the three small ornaments and gave the price in his heart, "Auntie, can you look at two yuan for one piece?" ”

"Two dollars, it's the old man's beloved, this ......"

"That's three pieces, I also took into account that these three ornaments have some meaning to you, otherwise I wouldn't be able to give so much price."

"Okay, three for three. If it is sold, there is one less thought. As she spoke, Auntie's eyes turned red.

The two of them paid the money with one hand and delivered the goods with the other. It's just that before leaving, Jiang Yuanchao looked at his aunt's reluctant eyes, and he didn't feel very comfortable.

After leaving the courtyard, his mood was much better.

Jiang Yuanchao took out today's harvest and a smile appeared on his face. I finally found three treasures, although I don't know the specific price, but I can't afford to lose money.

So, he continued to pedal the old three-wheeled alley. Taking advantage of the good start, he still wants to go shopping again, maybe there will be a harvest?

Besides, he likes it a lot. If only I could find a master and learn the classics.