The Confucius Temple on the bank of the Qinhuai River was first built in the third year of Xiankang of Emperor Cheng of the Eastern Jin Dynasty, Sima Yan. According to Wang Dao's proposal that "ruling the country should focus on cultivating talents", the Imperial Academy was established on the south bank of the Qinhuai River. At that time, there was only a school palace and no Confucius Temple was built. The Confucius Temple was expanded from the Academy of the Eastern Jin Dynasty in the first year of Jingyou, Emperor Renzong of the Song Dynasty. Because it was dedicated to Confucius, it was also called the Confucius Temple.
Since ancient times, the Confucius Temple has been the crown of the Qinhuai River, shining with charming brilliance. It is a place where humanities and merchants gather, and is known as the "beautiful land in the south of the Yangtze River". However, Nanjing has always been a place that military strategists must pass through. It has suffered many military disasters in the past dynasties. The Confucius Temple on the mountain was destroyed and rebuilt four times. In 1984, the Qinhuai Scenic Area of Confucius Temple began to be rebuilt. More than 1 billion was invested to restore and build more than 20 places such as Dacheng Hall, Mingde Hall, Zunjing Pavilion, and Jiangnan Gongyuan. There are more than 300,000 square meters of ancient buildings, with a daily flow of more than 100,000 people on weekdays and more than 300,000 people on holidays.
From ancient times to the present, the Qinhuai River has been a place for literati to chant poems, write poems, dance, and write. Therefore, in the Confucius Temple located on the bank of the Qinhuai River, antiques, calligraphy, paintings, flowers, birds, fish, and insects have become the most important selling points, often attracting many tourists. Wait and see.
Since Confucius Temple is also a market for antiques, flowers and birds, Liu Chuan is also very familiar with Confucius Temple. He led everyone into the Confucius Temple market from the east side. As soon as he entered the square, he saw a square standing on the east side in front of the temple. On the stone pillar, there is a message "The Minister of Civil and Military Affairs has hereby dismounted", which must be a sign of respect for the "Holy Saint King Wenxuan".
At this time, the Chaotian Palace Antique Market, known as "Panjiayuan in the north and Chaotian Palace in the south" in the antique world, has not yet been rebuilt, so more antique lovers are concentrated in the Confucius Temple Antique Market. In other cities, When night falls, the stalls in the antique market often disperse, but the Confucius Temple Antique Market, located next to the beautiful scenery of Qinhuai Night Tour, is full of people and lively.
Both sides of a long street are full of buildings imitating the Ming and Qing dynasties, giving people a sense of confusion in time and space, and the feeling of being in ancient times. Because there are too many tourists, Liu Chuan has already hugged the black lion in his arms, but the little white lion has Without missing a beat, he nimbly walked under everyone's legs, always following Zhuang Rui.
"Wooden wood, slow down, slow down, we are not missing out on Taobao here. There is a big market here. If there are any good things, don't even try to find them." After walking with the flow of people for a while, Liu Chuan couldn't hold it in anymore. It's so exciting. There are so many people that it's impossible to stop in front of the stall. Before you can stand firm, the people behind you push you forward.
In fact, most of the people visiting the Confucius Temple at this hour are out-of-town tourists who admire the reputation of the Confucius Temple and are just here to have fun. They are not interested in antiques or want to go shopping for missing items. What the stall owners are selling is not It is said that all of them are modern handicrafts. At least Zhuang Rui walked through seven or eight stalls and scanned them casually with his eyes. He has not found any spiritual objects. In this way, tourists can take advantage of it and buy some souvenirs, and the stall owners can make money. For some hard-earned money, everyone is happy.
Real local veteran players also come to Confucius Temple, but most of the time they come here are in the early morning to visit the "ghost market" here. The so-called "ghost market" is actually what people call the night market now, but Before liberation, it was called Xiaoshi, or "Ghost Market". Young people have changed their name to Night Market. However, in the antique shop, the name "Ghost Market" has been continued.
The antique ghost market usually trades in the latter half of the night to before dawn, which is somewhat different from the current night market. Since the ghost market trades at night, it is difficult to distinguish the authenticity of the goods from the fake ones, and it is difficult to distinguish between good and bad goods, so it is easy to be deceived, especially because there are many thefts.
Stolen goods are often sold on the market here, and if they fail, they will be sued, which makes it difficult to defend.
After liberation, the people's government stipulated that no trading was allowed before the street lights were turned off, and the ghost markets were gradually cancelled. However, ghost markets are now established again in various places. The most famous ones are Panjiayuan in Beijing and Confucius Temple in Nanjing, and there are also ghost markets in other places.
Yes, it varies. The hours are generally from three in the morning to seven or eight in the morning. Some second-hand goods are also sold until noon. The owners come from all over the country. The goods are of all kinds, mostly imitation antiques, but
There are also treasures.
It's a pity that Liu Chuan came here just to purchase pets. He didn't know much about the antique market, and he didn't know that there was a ghost market. Otherwise, with Zhuang Rui's eyes, he would have seen the ghost market.
You can definitely find a lot of good things in the market. You must know that although there are many fakes in the ghost market, the chances of treasures existing are much higher than those on this street stall.
Seeing that both Qin Xuanbing and Lei Lei frowned and kept dodging the crowds. There must be some dirty hands that want to touch women in troubled waters. Zhuang Rui said: "Let's go to the store and look around.
Even if there are any good items, they have been snatched away long ago, and it will not be our turn."
At the moment, Liu Chuan and Zhuang Rui protected the two girls, squeezed behind the stalls, and entered an antique store that looked relatively large from the outside.
It seems that there are many people who have the same idea as Zhuang Rui. Regardless of whether the business of this antique shop is good or bad, at least it is popular enough. There are three or five shop assistants wearing ancient short-sleeved clothes, and they are talking freely and recommending the shop to tourists.
After picking up the items, Zhuang Rui suddenly remembered a story and couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"Zhuang Rui, what are you laughing at? Is that person right?" Qin Xuanbing on the side pointed at the eloquent clerk and asked Zhuang Rui.
"No, I thought of a joke to tell you. It is said that there is an antique store looking for a salesperson. The advertisement lasted for more than a month. There were many people who applied, but none of them applied.
Two young people came that day. One of them arrived more than five minutes earlier. As soon as he entered the store, the boss picked up a small piece of sawdust from the ground, put it on the red silk mat, and asked the young man: "
What's this?"
The young man was stunned for a moment and replied: "It's a piece of sawdust."
The boss shook his head, threw the sawdust in the red silk mat back to the ground, and said: "Young man, you were not admitted."
The young man was a little confused, but since he was the boss, there was nothing he could do. When he was about to leave, another person who applied for a job walked in. He stopped and wanted to see how that person would answer.
Sure enough, the boss did the same thing, picked up the sawdust thrown on the ground, put it carefully on the red silk mat, and asked the young man who had just entered the door: "Can you tell what this is?"
"
The young man was stunned for a moment when he heard this, but then a smile appeared on his face and he said: "This is the toothpick that Cixi Lafayette once used."
"Great, you can start working now." The boss was overjoyed and immediately decided to hire this young man, while the previous one hid his face in anger and left.
Xuan Bing, look at that clerk, doesn't he look a bit like the person I mentioned? He's all about words."
Zhuang Rui's words made Qin Xuanbing and Leilei laugh, but Liu Chuan had obviously heard the story before and said unconvinced: "Mu Mu, your story is outdated. Let me tell you one."
"Can you tell stories?" Zhuang Rui's words and the contemptuous look he cast on him made Liu Chuan very dissatisfied.
"What are you talking about? Listen up. There once was an antique dealer who had been married for more than forty years and was nearly sixty years old. He fell in love with his wife's maid and always touched the maid secretly. After the wife knew about it, she and
The maid discussed a plan.
One day, the maid said to the antique dealer: Master, come to my room at midnight tonight. The antique dealer was very happy when he heard this. At midnight, the antique dealer sneaked into the maid's room. At this time, the maid had changed rooms with his wife.
At home, after the antique dealer went to bed, he didn't say anything, poured down rain, and tried his best, which was almost like taking Viagra.
After finishing the work, the antique dealer lay on the bed and said happily: You are better, she is much better than my old yellow-faced woman. As soon as he finished speaking, the lady kicked him to the ground and cursed: You have been playing for a lifetime.
It’s an antique, I don’t even recognize such an old guy.”
"Liu Chuan, you pervert is not a good person!"
After Liu Chuan finished telling this joke, Qin Xuanbing and Lei Lei turned crimson, and Lei Lei even stepped forward and pinched Liu Chuan's soft flesh, causing Liu Chuan to softly beg for mercy in a low voice.
"This little brother, you're not talking about me, old man. I am exactly what you said in my sixties, but I'm no longer glorious. I'm old. I'm old."
Suddenly, a voice came from behind Liu Chuan, and several people were startled. If this joke was taken seriously, then he would have made a grudge with others for no reason.
The speaker is indeed an old man. He is fair and fat, with a rosy complexion. He looks to be in his sixties. He has half black and white hair on his head. He wears a pair of glasses on the bridge of his nose and wears an emerald green on the thumb of his right hand.
He turned his fingers, squinted his eyes with a smile, and looked at Zhuang Rui and the others. If this old man put on a splendid regimental uniform, he would look like a fat member of the rich in ancient times.
"Old man, a few of us are joking. How can we dare to criticize you? Besides, you are not an antique dealer."
Liu Chuan got rid of Lei Lei's little hand and said to the old man with a smile.
"Hey, what a coincidence, I'm actually an antique dealer and the owner of this shop."
The old man had a good temper and was not angry. He replied with a smile, but Liu Chuan's head was filled with black lines. What the old man wanted to say was true. What he just said was just pointing at the monk and scolding the bald donkey.
Their ages and identities match, how could it be such a coincidence?
"Old man, don't be angry. This guy has such a bad habit. Liu Chuan still doesn't apologize to the boss."
Zhuang Rui didn't know whether the smile on the old man's face was real or fake. It was a bit inappropriate for Liu Chuan to make such a joke in someone else's store.
"Not angry, not angry. Do you guys like these things too? Can you tell me which thing is the most valuable here?"
The fat old man waved his hands repeatedly, and it really didn't look like he was angry. The guys next to him were so busy that they didn't touch the ground. He didn't say that he was going to help. Instead, he took the time to chat with Zhuang Rui and others, whether he was really the boss or not.
