I put on my clothes slowly, ate my breakfast slowly, went back to my room and tidied up, and then slowly walked downstairs.
The eldest sister and Zhao Xu arrived late for some reason, but Wei Wei was a little surprised when they discovered that Zhou Yan and Qin Ruoshu did not have any familiar characteristics.
"You two have been waiting for a long time, shall we set off?"
Zhou Yan glanced at Zhao Xu's small steel cannon and smiled: "Brother Xu, why don't you park your car here first and drive my A8, the back row is more spacious..."
"also……"
There are many antique markets in the metropolitan area, but in terms of scale, Panjiayuan is the only one. Although Liulichang is as famous as Panjiayuan, most of the antique shops near Liulichang are very small, so the probability of finding something is very small.
The Diqing Hotel where Zhou Yan lives is located at the northwest corner of the Third Ring Road, while Panjiayuan is located at the southeast corner of the Third Ring Road. Half of the Third Ring Road can originally be reached in half an hour, but during the National Day, extra time is required.
minute.
We went out at 8:30, but when the four of us parked the car near Panjiayuan, it was already 10 o'clock.
After getting off the car, Qin Ruoshu took out a pair of baseball caps from his small backpack, put one on his head, and put the other upside down on Zhou Yan's flat head. Zhao Xu and Wang Han behind him rolled their eyes:
This pair of doggy men and women are really good at spreading dog food!
It happened to be the second day of the National Day holiday, and there was an endless flow of people in Panjiayuan's antique market.
Although they may not be able to sell a few items in a day, all the stall owners still greet them with smiles: there are fat sheep everywhere, and if you kill one, you will have a good year.
When Zhou Yan and Qin Ruoshu saw the archway in the market, they were stopped by Zhao Xu behind them.
"Zhou Yan, during the festival, there are more tourists. If you don't have enough money, you may have an arm. Watch your bags..."
Zhou Yan turned to look at his girlfriend who was looking around: "Where are the valuables?"
Zhao Xu didn't understand what was going on and said perfunctorily: "Then you need to pay more attention!"
"Did you hear that, valuables..."
Zhao Xu, who choked on dog food again, turned around and rolled his eyes at his girlfriend: How on earth did you meet these two weirdos?
Sister Wang turned her head aside: I don’t know these two guys!
Although he was a little speechless, Zhao Xu, who had been there before, continued to explain patiently: "Also, although there are people who get lucky every year and make big mistakes here, after all, they are only a few, and our mission is just to go shopping...
"
Zhou Yan, who had his hat turned upside down, gave a very perfunctory military salute. Qin Ruoshu, who was beside him, also paid a military salute in a learned manner...
"Let's go then?"
At the entrance of the market, there are usually some small stalls selling stamps or old coins. Most of the stall owners are stamp collectors or coin enthusiasts who enjoy themselves. Doing business depends on their mood.
Zhou Yan did know a few valuable stamps, but he inherited the memory from Tong Fengquan and had no memory about stamps.
Don’t touch things you don’t understand. This is the first rule of Wenwan.
As for the old banknotes?
The water is deeper.
After the old banknotes are withdrawn from circulation and no longer have currency properties, they actually become paper; and more importantly, printing old banknotes may be the fastest way to make money that is not written in the criminal law: a
The waste paper using waste money printing technology and waste paper is actually more valuable than the latest banknotes of the same currency!
Of course, it’s not like Zhou Yan has never collected coins. To be precise, Zhou Yan’s father and mother collected coins before the one-, two- and five-cent coins were withdrawn from circulation. The reason for the collection was that the two elders heard about certain coins.
Coins of a certain age were mixed with silver.
The two elders collected a lot of coins, but they were all taken out by the gluttonous Zhou Yan to buy snacks such as hawthorn cake, Tang monk meat, figs, and tiger meat...
In those years, Father Zhou's belt could never cure his son's gluttony, so the coins saved by the family were reduced at a very fast rate.
Later, a ring maker came to the village. After searching for a long time, the old couple found two blackened coins and made two rings.
After a lot of effort in collecting the coins and adding the money to make the ring, in the end it was not worn on the finger of Zhou Yan’s mother, Li Yuzhu: Zhou Yan’s mother felt that it was not comfortable to work with the ring.
Afterwards, the ring fell on the hands of Zhou Yan's second aunt and aunt.
However, the silver ring did not gain popularity for too long, so it was put away by the second aunt and the younger aunt. Rural women all have the same reasons for not wearing rings: it is too ostentatious, they are not used to it, they are not cool...
After passing the stamp and coin stalls, there are stalls with a "nostalgia" theme: tea jars from the commune period, thermos bottles with wicker shells, old-fashioned alarm clocks with two big ears, and coarse porcelain ocean bowls...
Zhou Yan is no stranger to these things, but the eldest daughter Qin Ruoshu, who has never been wronged since she was a child, is different. She curiously browses the "flowers and flowers" of the new world.
"Hey, Zhou Yan, look what that is..." Qin Ruoshu pointed at a rooster-shaped porcelain on the stall.
"Jin jug!" Zhou Yan bent down and smiled at the stall owner, "Boss, can you take a look?"
"sure!"
Zhou Yan reached out and picked up the wine jug, took off the chicken head, and exposed the belly filled with wine.
"Oh..." Qin Ruoshu nodded with satisfaction, then turned his attention to a small hourglass-shaped pot covered with a small black cup on the stall, "This one?"
"It's also a wine pot." Zhou Yan put the rooster-shaped wine pot back. "This thing is more ancient. It's called stoneware. Stoneware has fire on the left and stone on the right. It's something between pottery and porcelain.
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Qin Ruoshu was still confused.
"It's almost like a glazed tile!"
Qin Ruoshu understood instantly.
The only big item on the stall was a wooden framed wall clock, the same model as the old hero Zhou Yan's family still uses. Qin Ruoshu seemed to miss this thing very much, and kept looking at it...
After missing it for a while, Qin Ruoshu quickly set his sights elsewhere.
The two wandered around for a while, and suddenly found that the older young man and woman who had been following them had fallen behind. Looking back, they found that the two were standing in front of the porcelain stall opposite, playing with a beautiful mallet bottle on the stall with tangled faces.
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Walking closer, Zhou Yan found that the two men were discussing in a low voice.
"The style of this bottle should be fine, and the age of the embryo is also right..."
Do you still know the money?
Zhou Yan was a little surprised: No wonder these two came to Panjiayuan to pick up the missing pieces.
It's just that Luo'er didn't pick it up like this.
Zhou Yan walked over, squatted down, and picked up a bottle of similar shape from the stall.
Although they look similar, the one Zhou Yan just picked up has a slightly newer porcelain body from the bottom.
"Boss, how do you sell this thing?"
The street stall owner didn't even raise his head: "Imitation of the Yongzheng Five-Colored Hammer Vase from the Republic of China. I'd like you to give me three thousand!"
Zhou Yan put the bottle down and looked back at the one in Zhao Xu's hand: "Where is this one in their hands?"
"Authentic Yongzheng Dynasty pastel hammer vase, 150,000 yuan!" The boss smiled and stretched out his hand to make a gesture.
"Oh," Zhou Yan nodded with a smile, reached out and patted Zhao Xu on the shoulder, "Brother Xu, don't look at it, the car will be gone if you look at it again!"
Zhao Xu was confused by what Zhou Yan said, but Wang Han on the side was a man. Hearing that Zhou Yan seemed to have something to say, he grabbed the bottle from Zhao Xu's hand, put it back on the stall, then stood up and pulled Zhao Xu away.