Going to work early in the morning and walking out of the courtyard,
Went to the small shop at the entrance of the alley to buy breakfast.
It's a pity that there is no smoke coming from the back when riding a bicycle.
It's more leisurely than those crowded in cars.
Walking through the streets and alleys, Beijing is changing every day.
What remains unchanged is the habit,
Living in a new house and telling old stories,
Listening to the old drama before my eyes.
Dong Lai Shun's hot-boiled mutton makes you craving for food.
The Ditan Temple Fair is now not as good as Changdian.
There seem to be more people than things in Dashilar.
If you come to Beijing,
I immediately felt nostalgic in my heart.
Walking in the bustling market of Panjiayuan, listening to the songs of old Beijing, Zhuang Rui felt very satisfied. Life is just about living, and his little life can be regarded as a happy one.
Tasty.
The old city of Beijing is the political and cultural center of the country. Its strong cultural atmosphere is unmatched by many cities. People who come to Beijing for the first time often feel like they have stepped back in time when they see those ancient buildings.
It's like being in ancient times hundreds of years ago.
Zhuang Rui was going to get the seal from the old man today, but the time he made with the old man was in the afternoon, so there was nothing wrong with him. He might as well come to Panjiayuan in the morning for a walk. Although there weren't many real things, he might be able to meet them.
Qin Xuanbing has also been very busy these days. She has used a wing in the backyard as her own studio. She is now preparing to design some jewelry styles based on the pieces of jade provided by Zhuang Rui. Of course, she only touches the paper but does not do it.
, after drawing the pattern, it still has to be handed over to Luo Jiang from Pengcheng for carving.
If Luo Jiang wasn't from Pengcheng and didn't want to leave there, Zhuang Rui would have wanted to find another place to settle him in Beijing, because it would be a bit troublesome to send a batch of finished jade jewelry from Pengcheng every month.
Of course, Zhuang Rui didn't care about these things. Zhao Guodong asked Zhou Rui to send them to Qin Ruilin for Manager Wu to handle. The trouble Zhuang Rui refers to is because he is afraid that something will go wrong on the way. After all, every time the jade is delivered,
They are all worth hundreds or tens of millions. If Zhou Rui didn't deliver them every time, Zhuang Rui would really be worried.
Panjiayuan seems to be holding an event these days. Everyone is wearing weird clothes. Even the small stall owners who set up stalls are all dressed in the same uniform. Some are wearing Tang suits and robes, but no one is wearing them anyway.
normal.
When he went to "Xuan Ruizhai", he was also an idler. Zhuang Rui simply wandered around the various stalls. When he came to a stall selling swords, Zhuang Rui stopped.
"Hey, boss, you're here. Come and take a look. I have everything from the Mo Dao, Yi Dao, Zhang Dao, Heng Dao from the Tang Dynasty to Emperor Qianlong's Dayue Saber..."
The stall's business didn't seem to be very good, and it was located at the corner, with not many people stopping there. When the stall owner saw Zhuang Rui, he was so affectionate that Zhuang Rui couldn't bear it.
"It's from the Tang Dynasty, dear, and from Emperor Qianlong? Brother, don't tease me. You already had those things, why are you still setting up a stall here?"
Zhuang Rui also had nothing to do. He squatted down and started chatting with the stall owner, but his eyes were focused on his stall. To be honest, there were not many stalls selling swords and antiques in Panjiayuan. Zhuang Rui was here.
This is the first time I have seen it many times.
The collection of swords has become popular in the past few years, but because most of the unearthed swords are made of copper and iron, they are easily corroded in the soil, and not many are in good condition, like the ones on this stall that are polished to a bright shine.
, no need to ask, it is a modern handicraft.
"Haha, I also have antique swords, but I'm afraid you won't appreciate it..."
The stall owner smiled bitterly and pointed to the corner of the stall.
"oh?"
Zhuang Rui followed the man's fingers and saw six or seven scraps of broken copper and iron, and they were still stained with rust. They didn't look like swords at all, but they looked a bit like the fire sticks used to burn stoves in rural areas.
generally.
"This... this thing, do you dare to sell it?"
Zhuang Rui was dumbfounded. This could not be used to judge the quality of the sword. It simply had no quality. However, Zhuang Rui knew that these might be antique swords, but if their quality was so different, it basically didn't matter much.
It’s valuable.
"Brother, judging from what you are saying, you are also an expert. These things are all unearthed things. They will look like this after being buried for a long time. Otherwise, they would have been taken away long ago. Take a look, if you like it
Yes, let me give you a cheaper price..."
After the stall owner heard Zhuang Rui's words, he knew that the other person was also a player, and these words were very true.
"Haha, I just want to take a look. I really don't have much research on antiques like swords..."
Anyway, I was too busy. Although it was not in good condition, it was indeed an old item. Zhuang Rui calmed down and looked at these seven or eight pieces of scrap metal.
In recent years, the price of antique swords has risen very fast in the international antique auction market. Originally, a Qing Dynasty sword worth only a few hundred dollars was sold for more than 100,000 US dollars at a recent auction in the UK.
Domestic sword collection has suddenly become very popular.
"Huh? It's interesting..."
Zhuang Rui did not get started, but scanned the "swords" with his eyes, and found that they all contained spiritual energy, but they were relatively weak. Some of them could not be found without careful sensing. Zhuang Rui estimated that they were just antiques.
The damage was too severe and it was caused by the overflow of spiritual energy.
However, there was a broken stick about two feet long and covered with patina. It contained abundant purple-gold spiritual energy, and it was very thick. There was no leakage of spiritual energy like the other swords.
Zhuang Rui focused all his attention on this object that should be a "sword". The spiritual energy seeped into it instantly, but it went deep layer by layer, starting from the patina and seeping into it bit by bit.
"Good stuff, really good stuff..."
When Zhuang Rui's eyes looked through the patina, he discovered that the sword was covered with exquisite and fine lines, like a spider web, like clouds and mist, or like mountain water flowing down thousands of miles, reaching the tip of the sword, and there was still a faint trace on the edge.
Cold light, it can be seen that in the past, it must have been a murderous weapon.
"Boss, how can I sell this iron rod?"
Zhuang Rui is also a frequent visitor to the antique market. He knows the rules here very well. However, if you want to buy something, you must not just pick it up and ask, otherwise the other party will definitely charge you a sky-high price.
"Hey, boss, if you don't want to buy it, forget it. This is an antique sword I collected from Hebei, not an iron rod..."
After the stall owner heard Zhuang Rui's words, his face looked as ugly as a dead relative, but his eyes were lifeless. Seeing Zhuang Rui stand up, he quickly said: "Boss, you are an expert.
I don’t want more. If you like the 2,000 yuan in your hand, take it away..."
"2,000 yuan is not much? Brother, let's be honest. If I were to buy this thing from my old house, it would definitely not cost more than 50 yuan a piece. If you sincerely want to sell it, give me an honest price.
I’ll buy a few more…”
Zhuang Rui calmly put down the object that was supposed to be a knife. Although the wooden handle at the handle had long since rotted, there was a hole on the back of the blade. Of course, the hole had long been blocked by rust.
However, if Zhuang Rui could open it, it should be a hole through which the iron ring was inserted. And if Zhuang Rui read it correctly, this sword should be the first iron ring sword of the Eastern Han Dynasty.
This thing is a good item, but the quality is too poor. Although the spiritual energy contained in it is slightly more than the other ones, it has almost dissipated. Zhuang Rui wants to buy it back together and keep it for a while, and do a small experiment to see how it can be maintained.
Will the spiritual energy increase after that?
"Boss, 50 yuan was the market price a few years ago. If you don't have 500 yuan now, others will ignore you and bury it at home as a treasure..."
The stall owner looked at Zhuang Rui's face while he was talking. Seeing that he had no expression on his face, he knew that he had really met someone in the industry. It was useless to deceive him. Finally, he simply said: "600 yuan a handful, I earn 100 yuan."
The hard work fee, this is the lowest price..."
"600? Okay, I want two handfuls, wrap this one for me too..."
Zhuang Rui pretended to ponder for a while, and finally nodded under the expectant gaze of the stall owner, counted out 1,200 yuan from his handbag and handed it over.
"Brother Zhuang, why did you buy something here?"
As soon as Zhuang Rui took over the two swords wrapped in newspapers by the stall owner, the sound of a monkey rang in his ears, and he didn't know where this kid came out from, wearing a melon-skin hat and a one-piece robe.
The singing of this old Beijing is very suitable for the occasion.
"Hey, monkey, don't worry about what I'm doing. Which song are you singing about?"
When Zhuang Rui saw Monkey like this, he couldn't help but think of the first time the two met, but the material of this clothes was much better than that of the yellow jacket.
"Brother Zhuang, Panjiayuan is holding a cultural month to promote our country's traditional culture and require all stores to wear this kind of clothes. Don't tell me, just for these shabby clothes, each person charged 200 yuan..."
Monkey didn't want to dress like this, because as soon as he came out, some foreign friends were designated to take him to take pictures. Nobita just joked that if he put a sign behind Monkey with the words "Photography fifty" written on it, business would definitely be good.
There is a saying that wearing a dragon robe does not look like a prince. When a monkey wears this kind of clothes, he does not look like a clerk in ancient times at all, but it has a dramatic effect. When Zhuang Rui was talking to him, many tourists were pointing.
of.
"Haha, you dare to run around wearing this. Be careful that the city management will catch you. I just bought something. Let's go back to the store..."
Zhuang Rui happily joked with the monkey. One of the two objects in his hand was a treasure. He picked it up early in the morning. Zhuang Rui was in a good mood now.
