Jianbao Lingyan

Panjiayuan, an antique street with an unparalleled status in the antique world.

Xu You strolled in Panjiayuan, and at first glance, there were so many colors that it was hard to say, but the halos would meet one every few steps, maybe only a palm-sized piece, but it also made Xu You stop and watch for a long time.

Of course, no matter where the antique street is, modern handicrafts occupy the mainstream of the market. If you want to buy real things, you must either have a big finger and full luck, or you must have profound knowledge of antique appreciation and superb eyesight.

Xu You barely has a bit of eyesight, but it's the kind with the golden finger open.

The tiger's body shook, and Natou was hopeless, but it looked like it was being used as a stool, sitting under the buttocks, but it glowed three meters into the sky, like a golden light full of stars, if you don't buy it home Just really stupid.

"Brother, the wood carvings on your stall are so beautiful, aren't they made by machines?" Xu You squatted in front of the booth, looking at the wood carvings on the booth seriously, but he wasn't lying. The level is really good, if you just buy it back, it is very cost-effective if the price is not expensive.

"Look, bro, I carved it by hand, definitely not by machine. Look at this, the authentic late Qing Dynasty Songzi Guanyin woodcarving, please go home for 1000 yuan, it is definitely worth it." The stall owner is a 20-odd A young man who is [-] years old doesn't know much about antiques. The reason why people come to set up a stall is because there are so many people here.

"Look at this again. My Wenchang Pagoda, the serious seven floors, are all hand-carved by the master bit by bit, and it's only three thousand."

"The things are good, but I don't even need them. Your little square table is nice, how much is it?" Xu You pointed to a small square table made of peach wood, with some auspicious cloud patterns simply carved on it, which looks pretty good.

"That 50, I'm blowing. The college students from several nearby universities have come to me to buy this kind of table. They are usually placed on the bed, read a book, and eat something. It is very practical. Look at this The engravings on it are cloud pattern, you know? Stepping up to the sky, there is a sentence in "Dream of Red Mansions", "A good wind sends me to Qingyun by force". My table should be practical and practical, and if it has a good omen, [-] yuan will be enough. Sell ​​you." The young man saw that the other party was a foreigner, he was not very old, and thought he was a student of some university, but he was bragging.

Xu Wei didn't need this thing, but it was good when I bought it for my younger sister, and it wasn't a random purchase, "Fifty is too expensive, brother, let's make it cheaper, I'm a poor student, and I still have to eat."

Well, students can be counted, but if you are poor, it depends on who you compare with.

Xu Er found that he didn't feel embarrassed at all when telling lies now, and he was very fluent.

"No, no, fifty. In fact, I don't make any money. I sell for others. They say that I'm dead at fifty. I can't lose money by myself." The stall owner looked very embarrassed, as if he had already lost money. up.

"This, big brother, but it's too expensive." Xu Wei looked at the table in embarrassment, as if he really wanted to buy it, but he was reluctant.

The stall owner saw that the other party really wanted to buy it, and he was also buying it. He hadn't opened yet, "Well, brother, I'm going to make a profit this time. Look at what you like. Except for these big items, you choose one. Let's take the lead." In fact, this table was collected by myself at the scrap yard, and it made money no matter what, the stall owner looked at Xu Wei like he was looking at a fat sheep.

"This, this, that, then you can give me the wooden block under your buttocks, I think it's big and solid."

When the stall owner heard this, he thought to himself, isn't this kid a fool?There are other carved things that I don't want, and I have to ask for a broken wooden pier. This wooden pier was the one I collected waste at the scrap yard two days ago.

It seems that this Mudunzi will be like this for the rest of his life.

"Success, here you go, here you go, a total of 50 yuan, pay with one hand and deliver with the other."

Xu You reached into his bag, took out a ten-yuan bill from Zou Baba in Wuzhang, handed it to the stall owner reluctantly, and took away the wooden table and wooden pier together.

Then Xu Er discovered a problem, so many things, he couldn't take them at all.

Just when Xu You was thinking sadly about how to transport the things away, he heard an old man's voice behind him asking, "Young man, do you sell this table? Old man, I am short of a table for tea."

sell tables?Has anyone else taken a fancy to this table?

"You want to buy my desk? But I have just bought my desk." Xu Wei turned around in embarrassment, and the thought of not wanting to sell it disappeared instantly.

This man is a glowing mobile display case. Looking at the colorful old man in front of him, Xu You couldn't help but think of the scene when he saw Mr. Zhang just now. He was so blinded by antiques that Xu You's eyes ached.

"If you always want it, I bought it for 50 yuan, so I can sell it to you for 50 yuan." Is this person fancying his own wooden pier?Xu You guessed vaguely in his heart.

"It's okay. I saw you asked for a headrest just now. This thing is quite heavy. Young man, you can give me that headrest too. I just use it as a stool." The old man wore a piece of glass red around his neck. Avalokitesvara with a thousand hands, wearing a handmade satin shirt, a fine suet jade pendant on her waist, a string of beeswax bracelets on her hand, and a rhinoceros horn wrench on her right thumb , a pair of walnut official caps in his hand, and in his left hand is a bird cage from at least the late Qing Dynasty, in which is a beautiful thrush.

"Okay, but the price is not fifty, at least five zeros must be added at the end."

Xu You narrowed his eyes, thought for a while, and asked the price.

Just now Xu Wei touched the wooden pier. It was originally a piece of high-quality golden nanmu. It was originally intended to be made into a palace decoration, but it was lost to the common people. Tun took it home.

In this way, a stool that has been made for 200 years is pitiful enough.

"Boy, do you know how to respect the elderly and respect the virtuous? Whose child are you, five zeros, you are not afraid to go back and get beaten, how about this, my old man is in a good mood today, five zeros are five zeros, but the front is not five, Change it to one." As soon as the old man heard it, he knew that there was no way to pick it up, and he thought to himself, whose child is this, he has good eyesight, why haven't he seen it before?

"Secondly, I'll deliver the things to the store for you." The old man's outfit Xu You has seen a lot, and Mr. Zhang's place often sees them. They are all the owners of nearby antique shops.

"Okay, I still know how to be polite, let's go, it's not far ahead." When the old man heard this, he stopped haggling. Juniors are cheap.

The old man's shop is not far from here. In fact, the old man has been staring at this piece of wood for three or four days. On the street, there are very few people who don't know him.

Unexpectedly, a young man gave him the preemptive step.At first, I thought this kid was a mistake, but unexpectedly, he turned out to be a small colleague.

Moreover, this colleague is from Shanghai. When he visited Panjiayuan for the first time today, he immediately fell in love with this piece of wood, and then made a decisive move.

Today's young people are better than each other. I really can't accept my old age.

"Mr. Zhou, you have quite a lot of things here. You have all kinds of things." Xu Wei looked at Mr. Zhou's shop, that is, the old man who bought golden nanmu, with a fresh look on his face.

"There are a lot of things, but none of them are good things. Boy, you are not very old, but you can talk about it seven times and eight times. Are you tired?" Mr. Zhou held a square purple sand teapot and looked at it while drinking. Looking at the wood I bought, as for the table, it was used as a headrest as soon as I entered the door, and it was placed in the corner.

In fact, it's not that there are no good things, at least Xu Wei saw something with a faint halo.

It was a very ordinary-looking Maitreya Buddha, and the material should be a very popular fake unknown yellow stone product.

A Maitreya Buddha with a very happy smile is half lying on a stone, with a pile of auspicious clouds and gold ingots under his feet.

The shape is so exaggerated, it doesn't match the atmosphere in this shop at all.

"Mr. Zhou, what are you using this stall here for?" The place where Maitreya Buddha is located is on the corner of the door of Mr. Zhou's shop, a place that is usually not noticed by anyone. This piece of things is Like the Maitreya Buddha, it is fake at first glance, very vulgar.

"It belongs to a small boss. He went out with someone and asked me to look at it." Elder Zhou squinted and said casually.

"I said, it doesn't suit you at all." Xu You complimented.

"That's, but it's not easy for others. The old and young in the family just wait for him to go home to get money for dinner. I said, Xu Wei, why don't you help him, buy something to go back, let him Let's open it." While drinking tea, Mr. Zhou glanced at Xu You uncomfortably, carefully observing the other's actions.

These things are a bet between Mr. Zhou and his old friends. Each of them picks some rags and puts them in the shop to see who sells the most. The loser treats them to dinner.

"Really? That's too pitiful."

Listening to what Elder Zhou said, Xu Er felt that something was wrong no matter what he heard, and Xu Er didn't know why.

"Then, I'll buy two too." Xu You thought for a long time, and felt that since Mr. Zhou wanted to buy it for himself, it wouldn't make sense for him not to buy it, right?

Xu Er pointed to the Maitreya Buddha and the wooden flute next to it.There was also a little halo on the flute, although it was only about half a meter long and the color was a little pinkish white, but it was better than nothing.

Mr. Zhou nodded. He had seen the pile of things, and only the flute was not bad. It was normal to know how to choose a flute.

It wasn't until almost four o'clock that Xu You was reluctant to say goodbye to Mr. Zhou who had a happy chat, and returned to the hotel with his flute, the Maitreya Buddha who shared his head, and 20 yuan.

There, Xu Ni had just returned from shopping with Qi Lili, and was discussing about tomorrow's exam.

This day passed really fast.