She curled her lips and said: "My old lady just needs it. Sisters, let me kill you with a knife today. How much does it cost?"

"Does it need to be so heroic? Just buy a walking stick and make it look like a vegetable market."

Chang Xian also curled his lips: "Look at you, you are a beauty, a top student, and a rich man. I will give you a bargain price of thirty thousand!"

"I'm just a trainee reporter, how can I be a wealthy person? You dare to ask me for 30,000 yuan for such a broken piece of bamboo? Do you think my head is as big as that brain loan? Isn't it common for Hong Qi to use it?"

Reporter Zheng Da obliged and accepted the beauties and top students, and threw away the rich men. You Zi felt aggrieved by that big head.

Chang Xian is too lazy to explain to this person what a small official kiln is. The clothes on this lady's body from top to bottom look simple, but are actually luxurious. They are like this bamboo stick, which is a sacred object. This object should go to you.

Go there: "You can start to taste it again, and taste it carefully."

"I heard that there is Xiangfei's Tears Bamboo on Junshan Island in Dongting. The purple spots on this bamboo stick look like tear marks. Could it be Xiangfei's Tears Bamboo?"

Chang Xian shook his head and said: "The tear marks of Xiangfei Bamboo are deep into the bamboo. Looking from the side, the tear marks of this bamboo stick float on the bamboo skin, so it is not Xiangfei Bamboo."

He Shi Shiran pointed out: "Buddha noodle staff, commonly known as Dingguang Buddha staff, is produced in Longyan, Yongding and Wuping in Gansu Province. Su Shi once gave a staff to Elder Luofu and left two poems, "World Honored One of the Ten Directions and Three Worlds"

Everything is under Dongpo’s control.”

Zheng Mang was happy now: "You mean this is a gift from Su Dongpo..."

"What good things are you thinking about?"

Chang Xian intercepted her words and said: "If it's Su Dongpo's Buddha noodle stick, I'll keep it for myself. If I really take it out, I'll give you thirty thousand or three hundred thousand for a look..."

After all, a top student is a top student. This is not the case and the opposite is not true. He pushed the reverse thinking: "Looking at the way you are talking, there should be some way, hey, is there a word here? There is also this bamboo, um,

There are four bamboo joints, Fu...Feng...Ci...Hui...?"

"What's the meaning?"

Zhengda reporter Danfeng’s eyes were so wide that they almost popped out of his head.

Bamboo can reach the clouds because it has knots. This five-section bamboo stick has four bamboo sections. On the purple spots of each section, there is a small character carved on it. It is only about the size of a soybean. The irregular characters follow the lines and are not visible at all.

As a result, Zheng Mang was not discovered twice.

Zheng Mang discovered the mystery. She looked up and saw Chang Xian's raised thumb. She actually felt a sense of accomplishment in her heart. She didn't know that this was where people became addicted to antiques. It was like exploring the secrets and peeling off the veil of history bit by bit.

It's very enjoyable.

Now the Zhengda reporter has started the paper mode. He no longer has to sit around and mutter to himself: "Cihui."

Mu Miyin "..."

"Fu Feng should be a filial act by a person named Fu to honor his mother..."

Seeing that this person in front of him was obviously a layman, but he could figure it out little by little. Chang Xian had a hint of ridicule when he said he was a top student before, and now he was filled with admiration.

Zheng Mang looked up and saw Chang Xian's admiring and encouraging eyes, which confirmed his reasoning.

He continued: "Fujian Province's Buddha-faced Bamboo is not well-known in China. Jinmen is thousands of miles away from Fujian Province. It must be because this old mother is from Fujian Province that she lives with the bamboo in her hometown..."

"Celebrities from Fujian province living in Tianjin, come back..."

"Haha! Got it! Yan Fu! I am Yan Fu who is thirty years old in Jinmen!"

Zheng Mang solved the mystery and shouted happily: "Is it right? Is it right? This is the Buddha noodle stick that Yan Fu used to honor his old mother! Sisters, you still have a few brushes, right?"

Chang Xian smiled sincerely and said: "Awesome! The leader among top academics! He can be called the Sherlock Holmes of the journalistic world!"

"A Jinmen city, two people from Fujian Province. Thirty thousand yuan for Yan Fu, who seeks the truth, is really the conscience of the industry. If we find Mr. Fu Lei, Mr. Yang Jiang, Mr. Ji Xianlin and other translators, I am afraid that thirty thousand yuan

You won’t blink at all, right?”

Zheng Mang's face was still flushed with excitement, and he nodded: "Since this bamboo stick has Mr. Yan Fu's background, 30,000 yuan is indeed a friendly price, so I will accept it. Sisters, I owe it to you.

I’ll treat you to dinner another day!”

For Zheng Mang, he used the bamboo stick that he revealed with his own hands to honor his grandmother. What gift is more meaningful than this?

Chang Xian thought of the tiger-headed wontons in the morning, "Forget about eating or whatever. When you really have free time, you might as well invite your friends to listen to cross talk at Quanyechang."

…

"Before the Qing Dynasty, when describing the cultural relics left by the cultures of the past dynasties, "antiques" or "antiques" were generally used. After the Qing Dynasty, they were usually called "antiques," which is the synonym for ancient cultural relics."

With the arrival of 30,000 yuan, the prerequisites for the cooperation agreement have been completed.

As Party B’s boss, Xiao Chang, naturally has to start performing his duties and explain ancient times to reporter Zheng Da, who is Party A.

"So when did the word "cultural relics" begin to appear? In the 1950s, under a specific historical and political environment, some people suggested that "playing with people loses morality and playing with things loses one's ambition" in the Book of Books as a reason to change the word "antiques" to "antiquities".

As "cultural relics". Therefore, the antique industry is commonly known as the cultural relics industry, and antique shops are changed to "cultural relics shops"..."

Reporter Zheng Da took pictures while writing with flying colors.

…

"The most famous thing in Shenyang Road is the antique ghost market. When did the ghost market start?"

"The economy of the Song Dynasty was prosperous and the curfew system was abolished, so the "ghost market" was born.

The Song Dynasty's "Ding Jin Gong Tan Lu" records such a story: Minister Xu Xuan got up early one morning to prepare for the morning court, and found that the front door of the side courtyard was brightly lit and people were coming and going. Those selling clothes, snacks, and antiques.

There is everything you need. But as soon as it gets light, the night market disappears. In fact, what Xu Xuan saw was a "ghost market."

Chang Xian took a sip of water and continued: "People like Ouyang Xiu and others have seen the ghost market. Since ancient times, the ghost market has been full of good and bad. It is said in "Yi Jian's Three Chronicles" that there is such a meat vendor in Hangzhou City, named

Sun San, every day when he goes out, he shouts to his wife: Take care of our precious cat, don’t lose it.

As time went by, others were curious about how precious this cat was. Someone took a peek and found out that it was a rare all-red cat. When word spread, the cat was bought by a wealthy man at a high price.

Hi, after a few days of keeping this cat, it started to lose color and turned from a red cat into an ordinary white cat - it turned out to be dyed. The buyer went to find Sun San to settle the score, only to find that Sun San's family had moved away long ago...
Chapter completed!