Chapter 1: Gourd ()

White clouds grow on the top, and nectar sprinkles on Sumeru. Who knows if you drink the wine of immortality by yourself?

Although Jiangcheng is not an ancient cultural city, antique shops have recently emerged due to the collection craze. It is an eternal truth to store gold in troubled times and treasures in prosperous times. As the economy gets better and more spare money, some people who seem to understand but don’t understand, are born of a treasure craze, and the instigation of TV programs, and they take out money to collect everything they think is rare or can add value.

Jiangcheng Huinan Street was originally just an ordinary street with only less than 300 meters. There were some insignificant restaurants on both sides of the street, mixed with several so-called fashion shops. There were street stalls on both sides of the street, and there were all kinds of buying. Of course, there were also old goods. Most of the people who came here to consume were lower-level people. The only purpose of their coming here was to buy bargains.

However, since someone has successively found a blue and white vase of the Ming Dynasty and coins from the Warring States Period, it has become extraordinary. For a time, all stalls have been replaced by rags, either scrap copper and iron, or shabby furniture, and clothes have been replaced with old products. It is said that a modern cheongsam was worn by Cixi.

After that, this place became the place with the most stories in Jiangcheng. Today, a Xuanhua furnace was released and tomorrow a Yongzheng enamel was released. Someone really took the items I found here to go to CCTV's treasure appraisal column. Unexpectedly, it was just a genuine product, and was estimated by experts on the spot to be more than 300,000 yuan.

Huinan Street became popular, and it seemed to have become a dream place for many people to get rich overnight. Many enthusiasts flocked to it, and the land prices here rose, and the prices of stores on both sides of the street increased once a month. If you dare not agree, the homeowner would turn his back on it.

Of course, the government would not miss this opportunity. It immediately set up a project to position Huinan Road Antique Street. In more than half a year, an antique street appeared. All street stalls were moved into stores on both sides of the street, sweeping away the decadence and the mess before.

But what followed was the business plummeting, and Xuanhua furnace never appeared again. Yongzheng enamel is said to be a modern imitation. Many people come here with great enthusiasm, but the ones they bought were 100% modern imitation. In less than half a year, the antique street was in a depressed state and almost every home was deserted.

The owner of Jubaozhai, the first Dongshou store in the east of Antique Street, is Dong Er, who once practiced the stalls that were said to have Xuanhua furnaces. However, he is now called Boss Dong, and he is also the famous vice chairman of the Jiangcheng Collection Association. He also changed his name to Dong Wenqing.

"Xiao Fangzi, can you move more quickly?" Dong Wenqing said impatiently, "It's time for this customer to come to the door. You haven't finished cleaning yet. Can my business be better if you do this?"

"Boss, that's all. I'll make a pot of tea for you first!" Fang Chen said with a smile.

"I have to call me Mr. Dong during work. I have told you how many times!" Dong Wenqing corrected.

If it weren't for Fang Chen that only needed 600 yuan a month, if it weren't for Fang Chen that he could still watch the store for himself at night, if it wasn't for him that he hadn't raised his salary since he opened the store, Fang Chen would have been fired a hundred times by the wrong name just now.

Fang Chen quickly brewed the tea and brought it up. He despised Dong Wenqing in his heart. He was either a cultural person or a cultural person. Others either drank Longjing or Biluochun, but he was used to Tieguanyin and had to drink the cheapest one. After brewing, there was no difference from the branches, but the color was very thick.

Dong Wenqing took the tea bowl that Fang Chen had poured for him, swallowed it up with a whale, and signaled Fang Chen to come again. Fang Chen quickly filled the tea bowl with four taels. Dong Wenqing swallowed another whale, and then he was satisfied.

"Mr. Dong, how about the Jiaqing blue and white porcelain that I collected yesterday?" Fang Chen asked with a smile.

"What Jiaqing blue and white porcelain? It's a modern imitation. You have caused me to lose thousands of yuan!" Dong Wenqing cursed.

This was completely what Fang Chen expected. No matter what he took in, Dong Wenqing asked Fang Chen to make the decision, and then without exception, he would scold him the next day, saying that Fang Chen had caused him another loss.

In fact, Fang Chen knew in his heart that only the dilapidated gourd he had taken in for the first time did not make money for Dong Wenqing, and the others had earned countless RMB for Dong Wenqing. Now the antique street is in a depressed state, and Dong Wenqing is still content with satisfaction, because of Fang Chen's existence.

Since he had Fang Chen, Dong Wenqing ended up buying old men and buying antiques by himself, and then replacing them. In the past two years, although he had not collected many antiques, each item was genuine. Dong Wenqing made a lot of profits, so he was too lazy to operate fakes.

It was undoubtedly another boring day. Dong Wenqing was quite unhappy when he left. He didn't think about what era this was, how could Jiaqing blue and white porcelain appear every day?

Fang Chen closed the store early and returned to the back hall of Jubaozhai, where Fang Chen's home was.

Fang Chen is an orphan, at the Tianzhushan City Charity Orphanage. Two years ago, Fang Chen took the initiative to leave the orphanage. Because the hospital's funds were indeed short, Fang Chen felt that he was already sixteen years old and was fully capable of supporting himself, so he resolutely left the orphanage despite the director's dissuasion.

Late at night, Fang Chen's back hall of Jubaozhai closed his eyes slightly, and above his head, a purple-red gourd flashed strangely with a red light. The red light shone Fang Chen tightly in it. In his mind, pictures appeared one by one, chaotic, gray sky, no color, nor any breath of life. It was extremely simple, only gray surging. After a moment, a loud roar suddenly came from the gray space, and a giant man stood up, about ten thousand feet high, with a strong body, holding a giant axe in his hand, and suddenly headed into the void.

It slashed over. With a loud "click", the axe intersected with the void, and a loud bang. When a red light flashed, forming a cloud, and then a line of large words appeared, "Purple Mansion Tianzhang: White clouds grow on the top, nectar sprinkled on Sumeru. Drinking the wine of eternity, who knows that the free and illusion is good?" The characters are not modern simplified characters, nor traditional characters. The twenty characters suddenly made a loud bang, and the colorful light shone on the entire space and shot towards the depths of the spiritual sea, as if the space was about to explode. Fang Chen couldn't help but close his eyes, and it took him a long time to open his eyes.

Looking at the gourd that was parked in the void, the gourd had returned to its original color, and its whole body was red. A white cloud was in front of Fang Chen. "The white clouds were born on the top, and the nectar sprinkled on Sumeru. Drinking the wine of Changsheng, who knows Xiaoyao?" Fang Chen laughed and said, "Good baby." With a casual finger, the gourd moved and suddenly failed to enter Fang Chen's mud pill. Fang Chen breathed out of thin air, his eyes closed slightly, and after a while, his body slowly rose. A pure white cloud appeared, holding Fang Chen flat, and another fiery red appeared on the mud pill.

A wisp of mist slowly poured into Fang Chen's purple palace from the mouth of the gourd. However, the white clouds under the butt slowly turned red. I don't know that after a long time, maybe one day or two, or one year or two years, gradually turned into a light red thick fog. The thick fog filled the entire bedroom, wrapping Fang Chen tightly in it, and the reality of the virtuality and reality were invisible. After a while, the thick fog seemed to be like a giant whale sucking water, and they all threw themselves into a black hole. In a moment, the red fog in the room was completely sucked away.

"The red clouds cut off the smoke and steam, and wash away the Buddha's style in Lingshan. Return to the Taoist Chen and the world's frequent messages, the gods will be the immortals." Fang Chen said happily, "The red mist has finally emerged."

Fang Chen carefully looked at the gourd in his hand. The worn gourd, the fiery red paint, and a little mottled, and he didn't know which era it was. If Fang Chen hadn't cut his finger by chance and a drop of blood dripped on it, Fang Chen wouldn't have known the magic of the gourd.
Chapter completed!