After December, Yanjing finally ushered in the first heavy snow in 1995. This year it was particularly cold. After three days of heavy snow, the snow did not melt, which brought people a lot of fun.

Children are busy building snowmen and playing snowball fights on the streets. From time to time, they can see people slid on bicycles, which attracts a burst of gloating laughter. The entire Sijiu City presents a plain silver-covered landscape.

On a not-so-spacious street, the snow on the ground was cleaned up, and even the ice on the eaves of the shops on both sides were knocked down.

The streets were lined with various errand stalls, and each stall owner was flushed with cold faces. He wore a hat that could wrap his ears, rubbed his hands and shouted to attract customers.

In the early 1990s, the antique markets across the country were basically called the old goods market. The old characters are equal to the old characters. Only old objects can be called antiques. Therefore, when many people say that antiques are authentic and fake, they also like to call them old objects.

The same is true here. Whether it is the scattered stalls on the ground or the shops behind the stalls, they all sell coins, jade, porcelain, pottery, and some bronzes with simple shapes. Anyway, they all look like old things at first glance.

As for calligraphy and painting stalls, there are very few. In fact, the weather is not suitable for display. No matter whether it is real or fake, it will become a worthless painting if it is wet.

Not to mention, I don’t know if it was caused by the heavy snowfall for three consecutive days. There are really many people on this street, including old men wearing military coats and glasses, as well as fashionable girls and young men, all of whom are playing here with their own different purposes.

It's Saturday and there are no classes in the school. Yu Qingya and Ye Tian made an appointment to take a walk on campus, but Wei Rongrong found out that she had to follow her as a light bulb. Ye Tian thought about it and simply took them to visit Panjiayuan.

As early as last year, Ye Tian often heard his father say that Panjiayuan in Yanjing City has developed rapidly in the past two years and has almost become the largest antique and fritters market in the country. People in the industry often find good things there.

My father did not enter Yanjing City due to his heart disease, and Ye Tian did not have such a priority. By the way, he also learned a lot of knowledge about antique identification with the Taoist, and maybe he could get a few valuable items.

Wei Rongrong was hiking around the crowd with excitement, followed by Xu Zhennan with a bitter face, but as long as Miss Wei turned around, she would be sure to see a bright spring look on her face.

"Rongrong, run slowly. Oh, the place selling snuff bottles is good, let's take a look..."

After spending less than an hour shopping, Xu Zhennan was almost broken. He never thought that shopping with a woman was such a physically exhausting thing.

However, Boss Xu's efforts over the past few months have not been in vain. Although the two have not yet confirmed their relationship, they can sometimes sneak down Xiao Lajiao's hand.

"Ye Tian, ​​how did you know there is such a place? There are quite a lot of fun things..."

Wei Rongrong just spent 80 yuan to buy a new comic strip, and held it in front of her chest with her hands wearing cotton gloves.

Although she did not collect comic strips, she couldn't help but buy them when she saw these things that could arouse childhood memories.

After hearing Wei Rongrong's words, Ye Tian put back a snuff bottle he was playing with in his hand and said with a smile: "My father is in the antique business. Although he has never been here, he has heard of it..."

"Little brother, it turns out that your family has a lot of knowledge..."

The stall owner had sharp ears and was very good at making things happen. He introduced them to several people, "To be honest, you have come here to get things done. Don't look at our Panjiayuan starting to form a market in 1992, but at this time, you can ask about it. Is there any place bigger than Panjiayuan in Manyanjing City?"

"It started construction only in 1992, no wonder I don't know..."

Wei Rongrong is considered an authentic old Yanjing, but the ones she heard the most were places like Dashilan Overpass. If Ye Tian hadn't brought it here, she wouldn't have known it.

"Hey, this lady, you don't know now. Did you see that bridge? It's called Panjiayuan Bridge. This used to be a ghost market, and it gradually developed into the current antique and freakish market. How many of you... Do you want to buy a snuff bottle and go back to play with it?"

After introducing the history of Pan Jiayuan to Ye Tian and others, the guy picked up an enamel snuff bottle and started selling it, "See? It's the one that Qianlong used. I bought it for a few years and it will be worth several times..."

"Really? This snuff bottle is so beautiful..."

Wei Rongrong wanted to reach out to answer the words, but she was stopped by Ye Tian, ​​"Brother, you can put it on the ground, let's take it and watch it..."

"Haha, my little brother is an expert, are you afraid that we will mess up? Okay, I'll put it on the ground, you can take a look..."

After hearing Ye Tian's words, the young man who set up the stall smiled a little embarrassedly. Although he had no intention of striking the situation, the customer pointed out the irregularities and was inevitably embarrassed in his face.

"This thing is so beautiful, boss, how much does it cost?"

Girls are born to like these bottles and jars. In addition, the snuff bottles on this stall are indeed well drawn, combining calligraphy, painting, carving, inlay, and pondering. When they pick them up, the defender Rongrong is reluctant to put them down.

"Two thousand, this is something that Master Qianlong used. Sister, you buy it and set it on the table with a grandma..."

After hearing Wei Rongrong's words, the guy smiled so hard that his eyes narrowed into a slit, and he opened his mouth for 2,000 yuan. He also gave him a name for Qianlong's imperial examination identified by unknown experts.

"Two thousand?" Wei Rongrong pondered for a moment, "Is it from the Qianlong period?"

Miss Wei didn't feel that 2,000 yuan was expensive, but she had some doubts about the stall owner's statement. She also knew that at least 90% of the antique cultural relics she had bought in the house were fake.

"Hey, of course it's from Master Qianlong. Look at the skills of copper-tied enamel painting and authentic court construction offices. It hasn't opened yet in this cold day. I only charge a capital for 2,000 yuan..."

Seeing that Wei Rongrong really wanted to buy it, the stall owner was excited and pointed to the snuff bottle in Wei Rongrong's hand, saying that the white gas and smear were flying everywhere. It was almost like that Emperor Qianlong used it before he lived to be over 80 years old.

Wei Rongrong was a little confused and asked, "Then...when I find it's fake when I go back, can I come back and change it?"

"This...this..." The stall owner didn't expect Wei Rongrong to ask such a casual word, but he didn't know how to answer for a while.

"Okay, Senior Sister Wei, please take a break..."

Ye Tian couldn't hear it anymore. He was just a fool. He actually wanted to get the things he bought in the antique market for exchange?

Not to mention taking it back and finding someone to identify it, I just paid here and turned around and said that you bought this thing at this stall, and no one admitted it.

"Little brother, you know what you are doing. We... we really don't have that rule..."

After hearing Ye Tian's words, the stall owner laughed. Although the layman was so fooling, sometimes it was very troublesome for people who didn't understand the rules to cause trouble.

Therefore, ordinary prospective customers who are engaged in antique business are those who are half-baked and just enter the industry. In the eyes of the stall owner, Ye Tian, ​​who looks young, is such a half-baked product.

"Yes, this is a matter of eye-catching thing, and of course there is no such thing as taking it back for exchange..." Ye Tian nodded, very much in agreement with the stall owner's words.

Ye Tian's words made the stall owner smile happily, and he slapped his thigh hard, and said, "Did you see, I said that the little brother is a wise man.

Okay, don’t 2,000. Let’s make friends today. You can take 1,800. I’ll find a box for you to wrap it. Look at this box, it can be worth at least fifty dollars..."

While talking, the stall owner found a box wrapped in red silk cloth from the bamboo basket under his butt, and took the snuff bottle and put it in it, which made Ye Tian laugh and cry.

"No, don't interfere, brother, if you really are the snuff bottles from the Qianlong period, then I'll buy them, but..."

Ye Tian looked around and lowered his voice and said, "But when did the things from the Wu Family Kiln in Tangshan, Hebei become the Qing Dynasty's Construction Office?"

Ye Dongping is in this business. Although Ye Tian has not had much contact with him, his mind is very good. He remembers the purchase locations of some items in his mind. From the first glance, Ye Tian knew the source of this snuff bottle.

"This...this, I have to meet someone who understands it. Please go..."

After hearing Ye Tian's words, the guy immediately understood. It turned out that he had been silly just now, and others had told him where the purchase was. The business was completely ruined.

"Hey, you... aren't you lying?" Wei Rongrong refused. If it weren't for Ye Tian, ​​she wouldn't know how her father would scold her if she bought it.

"I won't tell you this way. First, you didn't buy it, second, you're willing to buy it, how can you say you're lying?"

After hearing Wei Rongrong's words, the young stall owner refused to agree. The appearance of the eldest brother next door just now suddenly became fierce and evil, as if Wei Rongrong didn't explain clearly that she would not let her go.

One of the most taboo words in antiques is the word "fraud". Things can be said to be true or false, but you can't just say that sellers deceive people. This is a bit of a mess of business.

"Why do you remember to bring her here..."

Seeing what happened just now, Ye Tian smiled bitterly and quickly gave Yu Qingya and Xu Zhennan a wink, wanting them to pull Wei Rongrong away. It was said that he didn't understand when he said it once. If he said too much, it would be embarrassing.

Just when Ye Tian wanted to go forward to smooth things over, the middle-aged man at a stall next to him said, "Bingzi, okay, the little girl doesn't know what you are. What are you more serious? I'll tell you guys, you go..."
Chapter completed!