When Lin Fan arrived at Tang and Song Imperial Street, it was almost noon. At this time, Tang and Song Imperial Street had relatively few people, but it was still bustling and very lively.

Lin Fan hugged Qiqi and used his true energy to create a comfortable ambient temperature around his body, so Qiqi would not feel hot at all. He only wore a pink big-brimmed hat to block the sun.

"Dad, so many people."

Qiqi blinked her bright big eyes in Lin Fan's arms and looked around, and said in a slight voice: "Damn, what are we doing here?"

Lin Fan chuckled and said, "Let's buy things."

"Well? Buy something? What are you buying? Are there any fun toys?" Qiqi asked with her eyes shining.

"Haha..." Lin Fan laughed and said, "Our little princess Qiqi buys whatever she likes."

"So great!" Qiqi clapped her hands happily, looking around more attentively, looking for fun and interesting things.

Lin Fan hugged Qiqi while walking inside, releasing his spiritual sense and began to search carefully.

Lin Fan's spiritual consciousness is like a radar, which can detect all the abnormal movements within the coverage range. At this moment, he wants to use his spiritual consciousness to find good things hidden among the people. For Lin Fan, antique calligraphy and paintings are of no value. What he needs is something that truly contains spiritual energy and energy. It is best to find a tripod or similar metal container to be used as an alchemy furnace.

To put it bluntly, it’s a good time to encounter it. It doesn’t matter if you can’t. At worst, it’s better to use the local method to refine elixirs. Anyway, it’s not the first time Lin Fan has.

However, Lin Fan felt that he would gain something in this trip, and he had no basis. He was simply intuition. If he insisted on showing some basis, it was probably that Lin Fan believed that he was a person with great opportunities and great luck, and the way of heaven would favor him.

The Tang and Song Dynasty Imperial Street were mixed with fish and dragons, and the stall owners who set up street stalls were selling their things one by one, saying that they were so scattered: "The bronze sword from the Warring States Period was just unearthed last week. It is said that it was the sword of the God of Killing Bai Qi. It was once stained with countless blood, only 100,000 yuan!"

"Wu Zetian's favorite jade hairpin is a treasure that flows out of the palace seriously. If you sincerely want it, you can be cheaper, only 28,000!"

"The blue and white porcelain of the Northern Song Dynasty official kilns passed down from ancestors was used as a chamber pot, and had flowers and decorations. The absolute treasure is only 998. Yes, you heard it correctly, don't need 980,000, or 9980, just 9980! You can't buy it and suffer losses, you can't buy it and be deceived, don't miss it when you pass by!"

...

However, Lin Fan ignored the boastfulness of these stall owners. As long as he controlled his spiritual sense to detect it, it would be the real dragon in the sky or the loach under him, and his true form would be revealed immediately.

If Qiqi hadn't had to take a closer look every time she passed by a stall, I'm afraid Lin Fan would have completed all the inspection in just two or three minutes.

Lin Fan hugged Qiqi and walked slowly inside, while Xiaosai followed behind, while Qiqi looked around like a baby curiously.

Almost half an hour later, Lin Fan had already walked through more than 30 stalls, but all the things sold in these stalls were not genuine. The oldest one was to last forty or fifty years.

However, Qiqi was attracted by a small and exquisite porcelain doll, and Lin Fan paid 2,000 yuan to buy it.

The porcelain dolls that Lin Fan bought were a whole set, with a total of twelve. They were not antiques, but just beautifully made gadgets.

The twelve porcelain dolls are all the images of a little monk. Each one is about half the height of Lin Fan's palm, and they do different movements. Some lie on the ground and do napping, some swaying with buckets, and some stand on one foot as if practicing martial arts. The funny thing is a little monk lying in a bathtub to take a bath. He is as cute as the fat monk in the movie "Laughter Lin Boy", white and fat, with a towel on his shoulder.

It was only when Qiqi saw this fat monk that she was attracted by the eyes.

Lin Fan bought it.

After walking around for most of the time, Lin Fan was still a little disappointed because he did not find anything valuable to him.

After all, the earth's cultivation civilization is too behind. The probability of encountering something with energy in the secular world is too low.

However, the little guy has always been very interested. No matter how old a woman is, she has an innate talent for shopping and can't accept it.

In Qiqi's opinion, this is shopping.

Lin Fan came in from the West Street entrance of Tang and Song Dynasty Imperial Street, and walked all the way down the right side to the East Street entrance. There was a group of young men and girls wearing Hanfu taking photos. Qiqi saw that the clothes they were wearing seemed different from what they usually saw, and she felt a little strange. She pointed her little finger and pouted and asked, "Damn, the clothes they were wearing were so strange, it seemed different from us."

Lin Fan looked in the direction of Qiqi's finger and smiled and said, "The one they are wearing is called Hanfu."

"Well?" Qiqi asked curiously when she heard this term for the first time: "What is Hanfu, dad? Are they sweaty clothes?"

"Ha ha……"

Lin Fan was amused by Qiqi's remarks, and pinched Qiqi's pink face and explained: "Hanfu is actually the traditional clothing of our nation. It has been found a long time ago. It carries the outstanding craftsmanship and aesthetics of the Han people such as dyeing, weaving and embroidery, and has inherited more than 30 intangible cultural heritages of China and the protected Chinese arts and crafts."

Lin Fan remembered that he occasionally saw news about Hanfu a few days ago. He paid attention to it, otherwise he would not know how to answer the question of the little guy.

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"How long ago did it take a long time ago?" Qiqi asked again.

"It's when Qiqi was not born, when her father was not born, and when her father's father was not born..." Lin Fan said slowly.

"Wow, that's been a long time." Qiqi opened her big eyes and pouted her mouth and sighed.

While Lin Fan and Qiqi were talking, among the group of young people wearing Hanfu, a little girl held a microphone and recited something passionately to the passers-by: "Why do I wear the most beautiful clothes, but you say I am acting abnormally?"

"Why do you say that the Chinese costume that I cherish very much, belongs to Fusang?"

"Why do you always think it's a joke when I confess sincerely?"

"Why can't the hot tears I shed touch your heart at all?"

“…”

It seems to be a name for Hanfu.

Hanfu is beautiful, but the Hanfu circle is not as bright as the appearance. Lin Fan has heard some rumors, but he has no interest in this. He glanced at it for a few seconds and then withdrew his gaze.

However, Qiqi was enjoying her eyes, and her gem-like eyes flashed with light. Although she didn't understand what Hanfu was, it did not affect her feeling that the costume was beautiful.

Seeing that Qiqi was very interested, Lin Fan stopped and watched, but he was not idle, and his spiritual sense enveloped several stalls next to him.

“Huh?”

Lin Fan exclaimed softly and looked at the stall at the edge of the street.
Chapter completed!