The taxi driver nodded proudly, smiled at Fang Feiyang from the rearview mirror, and continued: "Say, this ghost market opens at the alternation of yin and yang, and the surroundings are flickering, and there are shadows. Look,

I can't see you clearly, so I not only attract the interest of the human beings in the world, but also attract the interest of the gods and ghosts in the underworld. Maybe I will buy something from you and then lie back in the coffin..."

"The most interesting among various legends is that it is said that when the Empress Dowager Cixi celebrated her 60th birthday, she had to ask her eunuchs to prepare fox furs. It was a national crisis at that time. Where can you get fox furs? Seeing that the time limit is approaching, your head is not safe.

, the little eunuch had no choice but to burn incense and worship

Buddha, he really responded. He bought the best fox skin at the ghost market at night, but the seller turned around and turned into a wisp of smoke. The fox skin was still hot when he touched it again. Only then did the little eunuch realize that

The seller is the incarnation of a fox spirit and took off his skin to save his life."

At around three o'clock in the morning, two young people took a taxi to the "ghost market". In the car, they heard the driver telling such a gloomy legend about ghosts and gods. Su Yazhi's pretty face turned pale with fright, and she lowered her body.

Dive into Fang Feiyang's arms.

Fang Feiyang was also quite surprised. It turned out that there were such weird rumors among the people. However, after all, he was also a big man and had acquired a masterful internal martial arts, so he was not afraid of such mythical stories about ghosts and gods.

Boss Fang put his arm around his girlfriend's shoulders and said to the driver with a smile: "It sounds interesting. Could it be that the little eunuch was kind to the fox fairy in the past? Otherwise, the fox fairy wouldn't have sacrificed so much."

"Who knows, maybe the little eunuch did something good in his previous life and saved the little fox... If we keep going on, it will be endless, and then it will be a series of fairy tales, haha..."

The taxi driver said with interest while controlling the car smoothly. A taxi driver like him who drives late at night likes to chat and joke with passengers to get rid of their sleepiness.

Su Yazhi, who was huddled in Fang Feiyang's arms, was a girl after all. She heard her heart beat violently. She covered her ears and said timidly: "Okay, okay, no matter why Panjiayuan is called a 'ghost market', I

I don’t want to know anymore, let’s change the topic..."

"Haha...Okay, let's not talk anymore..."

It was now the dead of night, and the traffic conditions in the Yanjing metropolis were smooth. The taxi drove quickly and quickly took them to their destination.

At 4 o'clock in the morning, people were standing at the door of Panjiayuan Market. Stallholders used tricycles to carry cardboard boxes filled with small handicrafts. Customers drove and walked to gather outside the Panjiayuan Market. It was crowded and crowded.

It made a clanging sound.

When the door opened at 4:30, people rushed in and quickly took their places.

Finally it’s time for the market to open.

Looking around, there are so many people, almost shoulder to shoulder.

Although there were many people, the market was not noisy and everyone was whispering. Fang Feiyang saw many people around him, each holding a flashlight. From a distance, the dots of light beams looked like a group of people who had just returned from a concert.

fans.

"Come on, wife, let's take out the flashlight and take a photo to add some atmosphere to this ghost market, hehe..."

Boss Fang knew that the purpose of carrying a small flashlight was to see the goods more clearly. This was a rule passed down from the previous life. He hugged Su Yazhi beside him and took out the strong hand he brought from the hotel from his bag. He used his flashlight and looked around with interest.

In fact, there is no need to bother so much, because when we arrived at the scene, we discovered that the lights in Panjiayuan Market were very bright. But you must bring a flashlight. This is just a sign that the buyer is knowledgeable.

The main items sold in the market include jewelry and jade, antique furniture, four treasures of the study, ancient calligraphy and painting, old books and periodicals, ceramics, Chinese and foreign coins, bamboo and wood ivory carvings, shadow puppets and masks, Buddhist tokens, national costumes, costumes, cultural revolution relics and daily necessities, etc.

Those street stall owners were all wrapped in thick military coats and scarves to protect themselves from the wind. You must know that although it is early spring, the late night wind in the north is still biting and unbearable. If you don't dress more tightly, These people want to squat on the street stall until tomorrow morning, and they are probably very sick.

"Is it cold?" Fang Feiyang took Su Yazhi's little hand and asked softly.

"One thing, if you quickly find me some antiques and treasures from the street stalls here, I might be less cold when I get excited."

Su Yazhi playfully blinked at Fang Feiyang, her little face turned red from the cold, but she couldn't restrain the joy and curiosity of visiting the "ghost market" for the first time.

Fang Feiyang curled his lips, shrugged helplessly, and said, "This is really embarrassing for me. This is Panjiayuan, not a vegetable market. I'll do my best for your husband."

As he said that, he pulled Su Yazhi to a street stall.

This is a fixed stall. The stall owner is an enthusiastic uncle, who looks about fifty years old and has a pair of eyes. If he hadn't been wrapped up like a big rice dumpling and put on a set of decent clothes, that would be He looks as gentle and gentle as a university professor.

"You two, take a look. What I have on display here is a batch of 'harvest goods', which are rare to see."

The "sea-made porcelain" referred to by the glasses uncle is also called "hailao porcelain", which is a classification of porcelain exported in history. In the late Ming Dynasty, porcelain was exported in large quantities, and the Strait of Malacca served as a maritime hub for travel between Asia, Africa, Europe and other places. It became an inevitable place for Chinese merchant ships to pass through. Some merchant ships sank here for some reason, and the porcelain they contained was collectively called sea-laoded porcelain after being salvaged from the water.

Although Hailao porcelain cannot be compared with the official kiln porcelain of the Ming and Qing Dynasties, it comes from shipwrecks and has a more obvious historical background. The cultural and historical value it reflects cannot be underestimated.

"Oh, I haven't heard of any news about salvaging sunken ships recently. Let me take a closer look..." Fang Feiyang smiled and nodded at the glasses man, and replied with a calm expression. Today's boss Fang is not If you are a newbie in the industry, it doesn't matter what the seller says, and you can't just follow the wind and rain.

There was a thick gray cotton cloth on the stall, and a pile of sea-harvested porcelain was placed on it. Two of the items still had coral attachments and were stained with corrosion. If you get closer and smell them carefully, they also smell of the salty smell of sea water. taste.

It seems to have a bit of "aquatic product" meaning.

But Boss Fang took a second look and found that he couldn't get his hands on a few things, so he stood up and left a message: "Sorry, I can't be sure."

Then he took Su Yazhi and turned around to leave.

"What? Were those things wrong just now?"

Su Yazhi looked puzzled. It seemed that Fang Feiyang's appraisal speed was too fast.

Needless to say, Fang Feiyang didn't need to touch it at all. He turned on the sensing ability out of thin air. After a few brief glances, he knew that the goods for sale by the glasses man were just fakes that had been treated with chemical methods. Imitation techniques.
Chapter completed!