After riding bicycles in the dark for 20 minutes, the three of them arrived near Beichizi and saw the majestic Forbidden City.
From a distance, you can vaguely see a huge black shadow like an ancient dragon entrenched on the ground. It is sacred and mysterious, and people can't help but yearn to see what's going on.
"Be careful!"
Chu Heng looked around vigilantly, pushing the cart and Du San forward furtively along the palace wall more than ten meters high.
When they were about to reach the ghost market, they first found a hidden alley to put their bicycles in, and then, under the guidance of Du San, they came to a narrow alley three to four hundred meters away.
"That's it."
Du San pointed to the dark alley and walked in first.
After reaching the depths, they took a few more turns. When they reached the end of an unknown alley, they turned left and saw a dark alley with twinkling lights.
The width of this alley is less than 1.5 meters, and under the dim light, it looks shadowy inside.
Stalls were neatly arranged under the north wall. Some stalls were lit with lanterns, some were lit with candles, and some were lit with nothing at all. It was so dark that it was difficult to see what was being sold.
The guests were all in the south, either holding flashlights or lanterns, walking quietly through the stalls. Except for the sound of footsteps, no sound could be heard.
The whole alley looks like a ghost!
"I don't know, I thought I saw a ghost!"
The unprepared Cen Hao suddenly saw this scene and was really frightened. He couldn't help but complain.
"Shut up!"
Chu Heng turned around and warned him, then he quickly walked towards the small market with a strange atmosphere not far away, holding a flashlight.
Soon, the three of them came to the first stall. The stalls were filled with old clothes and shoes. The stall owner had wrapped himself up so tightly that even men and women could not see clearly, let alone what they looked like.
This stall can be said to have a prime location in the entire ghost market.
Unfortunately, the items sold were not very good, and there were basically no customers paying attention.
After Chu Heng took a glance, he walked away from the stall and came to the second stall.
There were books on this stall, some old, some new, some domestic and some foreign, which made him a little interested.
Chu Heng squatted down in front of the stall, holding a flashlight and shining the books on it with great interest, looking at them one by one.
The stall owner, who was also masked, glanced at him, thought for a moment, then silently picked up two simple-looking books on the stall, handed them over, put them in front of him, then retracted his arms and continued pumping. Holding a big pipe.
You’re not afraid of setting the stall on fire!
Chu Heng glanced at the stall owner, groaned secretly, then picked up the two books and looked at them.
Unsurprisingly, these two books are ancient manuscripts, one is Disciple Regulations and the other is Suiyuan Shihua. As for who copied them, it is unknown.
It's all in the dark, it's really hard to see clearly.
After Chu Heng studied carefully for a while, he gently put down the two ancient books, turned around and picked up a few domestic and foreign masterpieces and put them together. Then he put his hands into his sleeves and explored the stall owner.
The stall owner immediately understood and handed the sleeve over, sticking it together, and the two began to negotiate the price through gestures inside.
In less than a minute, their sleeves separated.
Then, Chu Heng took out fifty cents from his pocket and handed it over, then stood up and left holding the selected books.
Cen Hao had never seen this before, so he came up to him with some confusion and asked in a low voice: "Master Chu, what did you just do?"
"Ask for price!"
Chu Heng replied to him in a low voice and took three steps at a time to reach a stall selling antiques.
He looked at the stall owner under the dim light, wrinkled his nose and sniffed, and suddenly a playful smile appeared on his face.
Immediately, he squatted down and looked at the various antiques on the stall. Finally, he picked up an inkstone and said with a smile to the stall owner who was trying hard to squeeze himself into the darkness: "I said, Master Zhang, what are you doing?" Do you think my price is too low?"
This stall owner is none other than Master Zhang Yanyan!
And he was able to recognize Zhang at a glance, not because he had good eyesight or the old man couldn't hide it well, but because his nose was so sharp!
Because Zhang Yiyan often associates with rags, he always has a special smell of decay, and his grandson can smell it from several meters away!
The nose is sharper than that of a dog!
"I'm like this, how can you recognize me?" The old man, who had wrapped himself up like a mummy, looked at him in astonishment, and immediately knew that he couldn't escape, so he said with a guilty look on his face: "Then What... I heard that the ghost market has reopened, so I came here out of curiosity to join in the fun. I have no other intention, just to have fun."
He couldn't help but feel guilty.
It was true that Chu Heng bought his antiques at low prices, but he also provided him with all kinds of food!
For Zhang Yi, who could hardly afford to eat, this was a life-saving kindness.
And what about him?
But he came here secretly to sell antiques!
When it was over, he was caught red-handed.
How big of a face does he have to be able to feel at ease?
"You don't need to explain. The thing is in your hands. It's up to you to whomever you want to sell it to. I want this inkstone. You can set a price." Chu Heng smiled and picked up the inkstone and shook it.
He really wasn't angry.
Buying and selling is about your own will.
It is understandable that people dislike his low price and want to sell it at a high price.
What’s more, antiques are worthless now. Except for those who really like them, few are willing to take over them. How much can he sell in the ghost market?
Therefore, the big head is still with him.
Does he deserve to be angry over something like this?
We, Chu Suo, have always been friendly and prosperous!
Zhang could see at a glance that he didn't look angry, and after secretly breathing a sigh of relief, he waved his hand generously: "Whatever is free, you can take it if you like, and just bring me a bottle of good wine later. "
"Okay, then I'll get a bargain. I'll see you later. I wish you a prosperous business!"
Chu Heng was also a neat and tidy person. When he saw that he didn't want money, he picked up the inkstone and held it in his hands before leading Du San to another stall.
When Zhang saw how grand he was, his old face turned red with embarrassment. He had no intention of setting up a stall for a moment, so he simply put away his things and left the ghost market silently.
And decided to find a good item another day and make amends properly.
After all, what I did was really a bit unethical.
On Chu Heng's side, after leaving Zhang Yi's stall, he visited several stalls in succession.
Finally he stopped in front of a tea stall.
The stall sells tea bricks, with more than ten pieces in total. The earliest era names printed on them are from the Qianlong period, and the latest ones are from the Republic of China.
He picked it up, smelled it, and carefully judged the quality, and his eyes showed subtle excitement.
It's all true!
"I want them all!"
Chu Heng spoke to the boss in a low voice and then pushed his sleeves deeper.
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