Shen Yan used to visit antique markets like Panjiayuan and Confucius Temple.
But, this was his first time visiting the holy artifact market in this world, and he was full of curiosity.
Squeezing into the crowd, the stall owner was shouting about which ruins his sacred artifacts came from.
Shen Yan almost laughed when he saw it.
The "sacred artifacts" on the stall were covered with fresh soil. It looked like they had just been put on, and they had nothing to do with the relics.
The fakeness is too perfunctory.
The only interesting thing was that there were quite a lot of messy things on the stall, some of which Shen Yan didn't even recognize.
There was a lot of noise, and someone said: "Has your mercenary group dug up ruins again?"
Somewhat teasing.
Shen Yanben was also watching the excitement, rummaging through the items on the stall for fun.
But suddenly, his eyes froze and stopped on a simple agate bracelet.
The bracelet is simple and dark in color, and the original color can no longer be seen clearly.
This is the reason why agate is buried deep in the ground and is colored by metals in the soil. To put it simply, it is the natural discoloration phenomenon caused by oxides such as iron and manganese slowly invading the agate over endless years.
In the past, one of the most commonly used methods for counterfeiting old objects was to create a clear color. Soaking jade agate in dog blood and pig blood for a year or two can also produce an age-old clear color effect. However, this kind of fake clear color is also very It's easy to distinguish. Once boiled in boiling water, it will fade. It is quite different from the oxidized green color that has been integrated for countless years.
Shen Yan took the bracelet in his hand and looked at it in surprise. Where his hand brushed it, he could feel the vague seal writing of the three ancient characters "Liang Yu Fang".
Liangyufang is actually not a tall place. It was a short-lived small workshop that was popular on both sides of the Qinhuai River during the early Tang Dynasty.
Liangyufang is engaged in the business of Lady Liu in Firework Lane. Because of the special cultural industries on both sides of the Qinhuai River, this small workshop has left a mark in history, and many of its works have survived in the world.
Although these works cannot be called elegant and noble, let alone as rare as court tributes, they are still of great cultural and archaeological value.
Shen Yan tasted it again and couldn't bear to let it go.
Look at the workmanship and the history deposited on it, how fascinating it is.
Outside the crowd, Zhao Kuo was waiting for Shen Yan. He was not worried about Shen Yan being deceived, because Shen Yan was a pauper and couldn't even afford a wheat cake, let alone a holy artifact.
As a result, they saw Shen Yan holding a bracelet that looked like mud, with a face filled with joy and expectation, and staring at him with a smile on his face.
That expression made Zhao Kuo tremble in his heart, and he had a bad feeling.
Behind Shen Yan, followed the stall owner and several fierce mercenaries.
When he saw Zhao Kuo, his expression became serious, and he looked at Shen Yan again. Is this fool a member of the Tiger and Leopard Mercenary Group?
Why did the people from the Tiger and Leopard Mercenary Group come to their stall to be taken advantage of?
Shen Yan walked towards Zhao Kuo, feeling a little excited because he accidentally came across a valuable antique.
Before the words were spoken, Zhao Kuo said: "No money."
What's the point of just having fun for a day? He still has forty or fifty people to support.
In fact, Shen Yan is not a person who doesn't know good and bad things. He also knows the current situation of the Tiger and Parlor Mercenary Group. All the money is planned to buy food, and it is impossible to spend it on other random things.
But there are other ways.
Shen Yan whispered: "Don't you have several handicrafts?"
If you can't keep it as a family heirloom, it's a good time to trade it in.
The antique market and the holy artifact market have such rules, which test experience and eyesight. Picking up leaks is the default rule that everyone follows.
For example, if Shen Yan hadn't discovered this amber bracelet, it's unknown where it would have been lost. Perhaps the most likely outcome would have been that it was treated as a fake that couldn't even be exchanged for a sesame seed cake.
Zhao Kuo thought to himself, he really dared to think that he would actually take advantage of his treasure.
Shen Yan continued: "You may not look at this bracelet on my hand, but it is also a genuine historical object."
Zhao Kuo glanced at Shen Yan, his expression changed, and asked, "How much are they asking for?"
Shen Yan answered a number.
Zhao Kuo couldn't help but frown and glance at the stall owner waiting behind him. He was really taking someone for granted.
The stall owner also looked quite embarrassed.
It is difficult to determine the price of a sacred artifact whose authenticity cannot be confirmed. You can say it is expensive, but it may not be worth a wheat cake.
Therefore, when making an offer, it depends on the price given by others.
Zhao Kuo didn't know what he was thinking, but he said after a while: "Are you sure it also has its own story?"
Zhao Kuo has always wanted to confirm something in his heart, and the bracelet Shen Yan chose from the street stall this time was the best opportunity.
Shen Yan nodded: "I'll tell you later, the actors on the banks of the Qinhuai River..."
To be honest, Shen Yan didn't expect that Zhao Kuo would actually agree. He originally thought that he would have to fool, well, be reasonable for a long time.
He picked up the grain and wild vegetables he had bought and walked back with the others.
When he returned to the truck, Zhao Kuo took out a box from the truck with a pained expression.
Stall owner: "..."
Bartering is very common.
What is puzzling is that the commander actually wants to buy an inconspicuous bracelet from his stall?
His eyes rolled like a weasel's.
Zhao Kuo said directly: "What's in the box is..."
"One of the nine great artifacts to control the country is the Dushan Great Jade Sea."
Shen Yan, who was playing with a bracelet next to him: "..."
puff.
This guy can actually deceive people.
Zhao Kuo was really reluctant to exchange his treasure.
I can't bear to let go of it when I hold it in my hand.
After the handover was finally completed, Zhao Kuo looked at Shen Yan a little unkindly.
He finally discovered that the little servant he picked up, well, the little handyman, was really good at spending money.
His heart ached.
Shen Yan also discovered that Zhao Kuo, in addition to his usual rough and tumble thoughts, was a little more obscene...actually there was also a bit of Grandet.
Shen Yan thought to himself, why should I feel bad? I had made a lot of money, and I had already changed everything. There was no way I could go back on my word, so I quickly took the bracelet and got in the car.
It is already evening now, and the cloth stalls are almost closed.
Load the purchased food and other items into the car one after another.
Shen Yan leaned against the car window, closed his eyes and took a nap, waiting for the truck to start.
Maybe it was because the weather was too hot and I was a little tired after walking around for so long.
Unknowingly, I became drowsy.
In a daze, I seemed to see both sides of the Qinhuai River, and the scenery of Baili Painting Studio came into my eyes. It lasted all day long.
The prosperous times are prosperous, but under the appearance of revelry, no one knows that there are cold corpses floating on the oars along the way.
There was a poor family who couldn't survive anymore, so they sold one of their daughters into a shipyard.
The little girl is young and is no longer a good person.
Following the actors in the shipyard, he began to learn the pipa from a young age, playing one string and one pillar, and made a living by pleasing others with his skills.
"I learned pipa at the age of thirteen, and my name belongs to the first section of the teaching workshop." (Note: from Bai Juyi's "Pipa Xing")
The woman's name was Li Sanniang, and she thought her life would just go by.
However, the young girl Huaichun, in her year of cardamom, met the scholar dressed in white.
The scholar made a vow of eternal love, and pledged his love with an amber bracelet before the flowers and under the moon. Unfortunately, by the time the scholar came back again, Li Sanniang had experienced all kinds of hardships in the world, her appearance had faded, and her half-aged posture had added the frost of the world. Hua, without her youthful beauty, the scholar also married a lady from a high-ranking family and never visited her again.
Li Sanniang finally committed suicide by throwing herself into the river with the pipa in her arms and the bracelet in her hand, and died in melancholy.
Li Sanniang's life may be the epitome of many Qinhuai actors. No matter how unwilling they are, they have to succumb to fate.
In the dream, Shen Yan seemed to be standing on the bow of the boat, looking across the river at the woman sinking at the bottom of the river.
At this time, the truck shook, shaking Shen Yan awake.
The truck has arrived at the warehouse where they live.
After getting off the car, Aunt Dong was handing out wheat cakes to everyone.
Shen Yan reflexively looked at Zhao Kuo aggrievedly.
Zhao Kuo thought to himself, what's wrong? His eyes are broken?
The muscles on Shen Yan's face trembled: "I think we can continue to try the taste of noodles tonight. You just had one bite last night."
Zhao Kuo snorted, this guy has eight hundred thoughts in his heart. He obviously wants to eat noodles, but he still has one reason after another.
After thinking about it, since they are going to sell noodles, of course, they themselves have to know what their business is, and they have to figure out the consumption of noodles, etc., so that they can set the price. Today's cloth sale plus the previous savings can't buy it. Less flour.
nodded.
Shen Yan definitely couldn't make noodles for forty or fifty people by herself, so Aunt Dong also brought several women to help.
Aunt Dong and others had a lot of strength, and the dough hit the board with a bang.
It is this sound and the noodles that come out that are strong enough.
"Add a little more water and mix it up like this." Shen Yan guided from the side.
Shen Yan is making Yangchun noodles tonight.
A bowl of rolled white noodles, covered with two green wild vegetables, and dripping with lard. There is not much oil, but it floats on the soup surface, which is really beautiful.
Shen Yan still had to arrange the wild vegetables and put them in the bowl.
It does look a bit like it.
Zhao Kuo is also communicating with the people in the mercenary group about selling noodles.
When they had a big bowl of noodles in their hands and started eating, they seemed to feel that this business might work.
It's really delicious, and it doesn't use more ingredients than wheat cakes.
At least it can seize the wheat cake market.
Meal time is the happiest time and there are lots of discussions.
The kid, Locust Cub, went to serve the second bowl of noodle soup.
The noodle soup tastes like food, and Shen Yan found that no one has the habit of drinking water. The weather is hot now, and drinking a bowl of noodle soup at dinner is very comfortable and thorough.
When the locust cub walked, his belly began to make a clanging sound. He held his belly and smiled with great satisfaction.
Shen Yan actually liked this kind of atmosphere. He was holding a big bowl of noodles and squatting down to eat. It felt very comfortable.
It would be nice if life was a little better. Anyway, he didn't want to eat the wheat cakes that were so baked that they bounced off the floor.
While everyone was eating noodles, they were discussing the matter of selling noodles.
Shen Yan took advantage of the moonlight to take out the bracelet he just got from his arms and play with it.
Was the dream in the truck about the owner of the bracelet?
I couldn't help but murmured: "Hey, on the bank of the Qinhuai River, Li Sanniang's pipa has become completely useless. She is really a woman with a bumpy fate and a hard life."
After he finished murmuring, his shadow rippled like waves.
