Chapter 299: Ghost City Taobao

Before four o'clock in the morning, He Xiao was woken up by the alarm clock.

It was still dark outside, so he pulled off the lights, walked to the cabinet, and found the sports shorts he hadn't worn for a long time.

Dragging it out of the small suitcase, he took out a thick stack of great union and put it in his shoulder bag.

All were ready, he walked out of the house with a flashlight and pushed the door open.

This time he didn't ride a Suzuki, he trotted towards the street entrance.

"call……"

After not exercising for a long time, he ran for a while and felt a little tired.

Fortunately, the street entrance was not far away, and he arrived in less than five minutes.

He held the flashlight and lit it left and right, and it was dark around him. He didn't see Han Chunming for a moment.

"Han Chunming? Han Chunming?"

As soon as he shouted twice, He Xiao saw an oil lamp lit up on the side of the road, and he hurried over.

Han Chunming sat on the tricycle, carrying a glass lantern to illuminate He Xiao.

Seeing He Xiao’s clothes, he felt a little strange, “You didn’t ride your motorcycle? Forget it, come up, I’ll take you there.”

"No, you ride the tricycle by yourself, I'll run."

He Xiao jumped hard and moved his body.

He got up so early today, not only to try to find old items.

To be honest, after living with Tang Yanling for more than half a month, he suddenly realized that his physical strength and spirit had declined a little. You should know that he is less than 20 years old this year.

"Sex is really a scraper, so you can't be too addicted to it in the future."

After stuttering his lips, he stretched it and then trotted away.

Behind, Han Chunming was quite surprised. He climbed the three-wheeled wheel and hurriedly followed, "He Xiao, what did you mean by that just now? You can't be that anymore?"

He Xiao looked back at him, too lazy to answer.

I remember in the play, Han Chunming was only in his forties or fifties when he got along with Su Meng.

According to this man's innocence, he must have always maintained his virginity.

Thinking about it, He Xiao was quite impressed, so he shook his head, adjusted his breathing and accelerated his speed.

"Hey?" Seeing this, Han Chunming became more sure of his guess.

He, a friend of Xiangjiang, must be a promiscuous person.

"No, I have to watch over the two of them and I can't let Su Meng suffer."

Han Chunming murmured to himself, and he suddenly felt a little sad.

Growing up with Su Meng since he was a child, he knew this woman's personality and liked someone better than him.

Alas, he can't say whether it's good or bad.

Sighing, he kicked the tricycle hard and hurriedly chased after him.

...

Tangenxiao City is not far away, and He Xiao ran to the place in less than half an hour.

Standing at the intersection, he held his thighs and panted for a while.

"Chunming, I'm here... I'm here. The tricycle is parked here. Let's walk over."

He Xiao wiped the sweat from his forehead, and when Han Chunming put down the tricycle, he took the flashlight and led the people into the market.

It will be just past five o'clock, and it is not yet dawn, and the surroundings are dark.

When I walked into Tangenxiao City, there were not many pedestrians scattered.

However, there are many people setting up stalls. He looked up and saw that there were at least twenty stalls.

The stalls under the wall are also quite distinctive. Each is seven or eight meters apart, with a piece of cloth on the ground and items to be sold. In addition, each stall also has a dim glass lamp.

This scene and this artistic conception immediately attracted He Xiao.

This is not Xiao City, this is the ghost city, the ghost city of the old capital.

There are also a wide range of things on the stalls, including ancient paintings, porcelain, black jade cucumber jars, cigarette guns, snuff bottles...

So many things made He Xiao look confused.

He looked left and right, and only thought that all the things in the stall were suitable.

However, He Xiaoting is self-aware. He knows that if he really wants to buy according to his own eyes, he will definitely be regarded as a sucker.

Looking back at Han Chunming, he hurriedly said, "Chunming, just look at it, just pick it. As long as you like it, tell your buddy, I will take it all."

“…”

Han Chunming couldn't help rolling his eyes. What he said was like giving him all the things he bought.

But after glanced at the stall on the roadside, he was quite looking forward to it.

This is his first time in the ghost market in this place, and I don’t know if he can find good things.

"Don't roll your eyes. It's my brother who owe you a favor, right?"

"Hmph, don't go to Su Meng, even if I thank you." Han Chunming was still a little angry.

After saying that, he strode towards the nearest stall.

"What are you saying? I haven't looked for her before, she's all looking for me."

"Hey? Flashlight, I'll give you the flashlight."

He Xiao smiled awkwardly, and he hurriedly followed and handed the flashlight in his hand to Han Chunming.

This guy is giving him some items, but he must not make any mistakes.

When he arrived at the stall, Han Chunming did not delay. He glanced at it briefly and then looked at it one by one.

After a while, he held a bamboo pen holder and turned around and said, "The pen holder in the early Qing Dynasty looks like a handwritten by a famous artist. What do you think?"

"It's great, it's great." He Xiao nodded quickly.

I bought the pen holder from the early Qing Dynasty and placed it on my desk. It can be used and preserved. This thing is really good.

He looked up and saw the stall owner staring at him tightly, and he felt a little complaining.

He leaned into Han Chunming's ear and whispered: "If you like something, don't ask me. As long as you think it's OK, you can buy it. The price is 20% higher than the market price. I also accept it."

Han Chunming nodded silently.

Holding the bamboo pen holder, he asked the stall owner opposite: "How much does this cost?"

The male stall owner didn't say anything, and he stretched out his hand.

Han Chunming was stunned and then reacted, and he reached out and touched it.

"Huh."

He Xiao watched it strangely. He understood this. It was the "sleeved handle" performed on TV, and he negotiated the price in his sleeves.

After a while, he saw the two of them let go of their hands with satisfaction.

He didn't know the price that the two agreed on, so he quickly looked at Han Chunming.

"A ten pieces of unity."

He Xiao was stunned. Why did you use "hands in your sleeves" to "hold your hands in your sleeves" when you are a big brother? It's not troublesome enough.

He took out a picture of Datong from his shoulder bag and handed it to the stall owner directly.

The stall owner touched Datong and said happily:

"Comrade, I have a lot of good things. It's not easy for you to meet someone who knows what you know. Take a look again. As long as you like it, I will give you all the cheaper."

Han Chunming shook his head and said nothing.

He handed the bamboo carved pen holder to He Xiao, and he turned around and walked towards the next stall.

He Xiao immediately understood that this stall is worth buying.

He looked down and felt a pity in his heart. There was a square inkstone on the stall that caught his eye, but he didn't expect it to be a imitation.

"My little comrade, what do you like? Don't be polite, I'll give you a cheap price. Look at this inkstone, which is from the late Ming Dynasty, and it is just right for the pen holder in your hand."

"Forget it, I don't understand this."

He Xiao shook his head, and he hurriedly caught up with Han Chunming.
Chapter completed!