Handan was the capital of Zhao State. The word "toy" originated here. Handan is next to Pengcheng. In ancient times, it was the birthplace of Cizhou Kiln. The plum vases and porcelain pillows carved in white were famous. In the past, those who shoveled the land from all over the world to collect antiques must go to Handan when they came to Hebei. Those people wanted to collect Cizhou Kiln tiger pillows and sell them to make a fortune at a high price.

The green train walked slowly. At that time, there was no high-speed rail station in Handan area, just Handan West Station. We packed our luggage and got off the train at around 10 o'clock in the evening.

"Stay stay in a hotel?"

"Single room, double room, can take a shower and recharge, only thirty yuan a night!"

"Daming Wei County, Daming Wei County, one person is missing to leave immediately!"

After leaving the train station, I shouted at the hotel and drove a car to take care of it. People kept coming forward to chat with me.

Douyazai yawned and said, "Yunfeng, let's find a place to stay for one night. This place is not familiar with the place and I don't know the road. Don't go around at night."

The small hotel near the train station is dirty and messy. I actually don’t want to stay, but there are other people right now, and I have to consider the thoughts and feelings of others.

I asked Zhao Xuanxuan, "Miss, are you tired? Should we stay in a small hotel or find someone."

Zhao Xuanxuan said listlessly: "I think Douya is right. We should find a place to stay first. When it continues at dawn, we are all here, so we don't have to worry about these few hours."

"Okay, then let's rest first tonight and restore to the state of recovery."

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I waved to the woman who was recruiting customers just now.

"Young man, are you staying in a hotel?" The woman trotted over immediately.

We have three more rooms, and the female boss wants 120. Douyazai is used to the hard life on the boat and tries to save the price with her. Later, the woman accidentally saw the mobile phone that was using her head, her eyes shining, and she bit her price to death and never let go.

At that time, the mobile phone I held was the 2000 Waveguide S2000, with a market price of more than 3,000. The Nokia 8210 at the same time was only more than 2,000 yuan. The advertisements that Waveguide used to advertise were fighters in the mobile phone, with a flip-top display, and a one-inch display with a radio function. It was so awesome. Samsung Ericsson and other things had to stand aside.

This woman saw that we were using several thousand mobile phones, so she refused to lower the price and was unwilling to waste time on such trivial matters. She shook her hand and said that it was just that.

The place where I live is a guesthouse, three floors, and the environment is average. Douyazai and I have one room, and Miss Zhao has one room. Miss Zhao asked the boss where to take a bath. The reply I got was that only the public bathroom was used by men and women. She might have a cleanliness habit and was not used to it, so she didn't go there.

At 11:30 in the evening, I came back in a shower while dragging it. When I passed by the corridor, I suddenly saw a wave of more than a dozen people going up to the third floor at the same time. Then, there was a constant noise from the third floor.

The front desk was on duty with a red-haired and energetic girl in her early twenties. I walked over and asked curiously: "Hey, beauty, what are you doing here on the third floor?"

The spiritual little girl yawned her chin and said sleepyly: "It's time to have a bed and have a meeting today on the 16th, all of them sell antiques."

I became interested when I heard the bed meeting.

Meet this.

Bed trade is a transaction method that only exists in antique shops. It is said that it existed in the Qing Dynasty. In the past, those mobile antique dealers took their things and traveled all over the country, and they were all concentrated in hotel stations. I don’t know who started it, so everyone just sold things on hotel beds, using beds as a medium and communicating objects.

I have heard of it for a long time, but I have never had the chance to see it with my own eyes. I must go and see the fun.

Called Douyazai and went up to the third floor. We saw more than a dozen rooms with doors open, passing through the middle corridor, and the view inside the room was completely visible.

The sellers sat cross-legged on the ground playing cards. The bedding was neatly placed on the bed, and rows of antique goods were placed neatly, including porcelain, ancient jade, bronze Buddha statues, ancient book scrolls, miscellaneous treasures. If people passing by the corridor fell in love with an item on the bed, they would knock on the door three times first. The knock three times mean that the buyer came to see the goods, and the knock four times mean that the peers wanted to visit and get to know each other.

Although Douyazi knew nothing about antiques, he still seemed very excited. When he reached the end of the corridor, something in the room caught my attention.

The runner-up owner is a bald man, in his fifties, with a northwest accent.

This person gave me the first impression that he was a tomb robber, and he was with him. This person had a scent of earth. The earthy smell I mean was not the earthy smell of smell. No matter how you say it, it was like two chefs threw it into one piece, and one of them said that you were a scent of the kitchen, and you could smell the lard and chopped green onions on your body from a distance.

After entering the room, the man said coldly: "No cage leaks (no vacancy."

I smiled and didn't say anything, and continued to look at the thing.

There is a layer of bedding on the bed, and a bluestone carving board about 30c in length and width is placed on the bedding. The entire stone carving uses the bas-relief craftsmanship. It should be a male Guanyin with three heads and three faces. In the incomplete part of the bottom corner of the stone carving, some ancient stone carvings with complex strokes can be vaguely seen.

"Can you get started with me?" I pointed to this thing.

The man said lightly: "Be gentle, this is something of a high age."

I nodded and said yes.

I have never seen a stone sculpture of Guanyin in this shape, with three heads and three faces, with a straight face, a thin eyebrows and a compassionate look. The left face is full of glaring eyes, like a Vajra protector, and the right face is peaceful and peaceful as if it is not in conflict with the world. Such a strange and strange shape is still the opening face of a male Guanyin. This must be a treasure. Because I have never seen it, judging from the texture of the bluestone, I was initially divided into the Song and Yuan dynasties.

This thing is definitely not a handed down product, and it is likely to flow out of a large tomb.

"What's the price for brother?" I asked him.

"28." The man quoted the price indifferently.

Douyazai glared at me: "Grass, 28! I think this thing is OK, I'll give you 30! No need to find it!" After that, he was about to flip through his wallet.

I hurriedly stopped Dou Yazai and smiled and said, "Brother, don't be surprised. Brother, I see this thing getting bored. I dare to ask if it was turned up from the Inner Mongolia area of ​​Ningxia?"

The man's face changed and he suddenly stood up and closed the door.

He walked in and handed over a cigarette, and whispered: "Good eyesight, brother, I see where you are young."

Before I could reply, Douyazai immediately snatched the words: "The King of Northern School is the head! Have you heard of it?"

The man was slightly stunned and looked at me and asked, "Brother?"

"I just arrived, brother, don't laugh at him," I pointed out and said, "It's fate that we met in all directions. Why don't we get to know each other when we go downstairs and sit down? See if there is any way to make money to cooperate."

"Okay."

He said while putting on his clothes: "I have encountered difficulties in a project recently. If you are interested, you can talk."

Before leaving, I asked him to take the stone sculpture and look at the head, because I felt that I couldn't figure it out, and I had a high eye-catching head, and maybe I could see some ways.

When they went down the second floor, they saw the head. After both parties reported to their homes, the man took out the stone sculpture.

I looked at my head carefully, rubbed my three-faced Guanyin with my hands, and suddenly said after a long time:

"This is something from the Buddha Kingdom of Xixia."
Chapter completed!