Chapter 285 The water is too deep here, you can't hold it
"Daddy, there are so many people here~" Mengmeng held a bunch of candied haws in her little hand, and hugged Jiang Muyang's neck with her other hand, her bright eyes blinking and shining.
After saying that, Mengmeng stretched out her pink tongue and licked the candied haws, with a satisfied expression on her face.
The sweet candied haws on a stick is so delicious!
Playing with Daddy and eating delicious candied haws, Mengmeng was very satisfied and always had a bright and bright smile on her face.
The only flaw is that Mengmeng can only see the back of the head one by one.
There are really too many people here.
Jiang Muyang seemed to know how Mengmeng felt. He kissed Mengmeng gently on her smooth forehead and said with a smile:
"Mengmeng, get ready, we are about to take off!"
After saying that, Jiang Muyang laughed, dragged Mengmeng's armpits with both hands and lifted her up.
Amidst a burst of crisp screams, Mengmeng sat astride Jiang Muyang's neck, raised her little feet playfully, held her daddy's head with her little hands, and laughed very happily.
This is not Mengmeng's first time riding Gao Gao, but this flying feeling still makes the little girl feel particularly novel, and she let out a scream of surprise.
With a young and handsome father and a cute baby riding on his neck happily laughing, this super-good-looking father-daughter duo attracted the attention of many people as soon as they appeared on the Imperial Street of the Tang and Song Dynasties.
But most people just glanced at it and looked away.
Because Jiang Muyang's clothes are so ordinary, this outfit will not cost more than a thousand yuan.
In places like the Royal Street of the Tang and Song Dynasties, ordinary people came in just to join in the fun and buy some souvenirs. If you really want to hunt for treasures here or buy antiques and jade, you must at least have a net worth of several million.
Otherwise, if you walk in here, you won’t even get a splash.
Jiang Muyang didn't pay attention to the eyes of others. He led Mengmeng towards the depths of the Imperial Street of Tang and Song Dynasties.
Most of the attention is focused on the stall in the center.
Although there are many regular antique and jade shops on both sides, many of which are time-honored for decades, most of the items in those shops have been carefully carved and processed. They are indeed exquisite, highly ornamental, and commercial.
The value is quite high, but to Jiang Muyang, it is completely worthless.
What he is looking for is something that contains energy, just like the jade cicada and Liuyun Jade Pendant he obtained from Wu Zhengyi and his group.
To meet this condition, it is required that the thing not only has a certain age, but also cannot be unearthed for too long, otherwise even if it contains energy, most of it will have been dissipated.
Energy is like quicksand between your fingers. If there is no special method to preserve it, it will disappear quickly.
This means that it is difficult to encounter anything of value to Jiang Muyang in those formal shops. On the contrary, it is possible to find something of value to Jiang Muyang in the less formal stalls in the middle.
As Jiang Muyang walked in, he lowered his head slightly and stared at the stall at his feet.
The stalls here are extremely complicated. Some simply spread two pieces of parchment paper on the ground and throw things away carelessly, while others push carts and place things neatly.
Moreover, the items sold at the street stalls are all kinds of miscellaneous.
Emperor Qianlong's imperial chamber pot, Empress Dowager Cixi's original sacrificial clothes, Concubine Yang's hairpin, Wu Daozi's original work, etc.
But nine times out of ten these things are fake.
On the contrary, those food stamps, old postage stamps and ship stamps from the last century are more authentic.
Jiang Muyang was not in a hurry and walked from stall to stall one by one.
Soon, he was targeted.
Most of the people who set up street stalls in Tang and Song Dynasty Imperial Street are old youtiaos who have been here for many years. They have no other skills and they have a really vicious way of looking at people.
For these old fried dough sticks, they can already tell at a glance whether this person is a qualified leek or not.
The two types of people they dislike most are the nouveau riche who wear gold and silver and the old people who are over 60 years old.
Although the former is rich, to a certain extent, they are more stingy than ordinary people, while the latter has many things to do. Therefore, even if these two people take the initiative to ask the price, the old fritters are not very interested.
People like Jiang Muyang, who are young, have a little money in their pockets, and don’t have much social experience, are the easiest to cut leeks.
What's more, as soon as he came in, he stared at the stalls one by one, obviously having a strong desire to find treasures.
It is very likely that he is the kind of young man who wanted to try his luck here after hearing some rumors about the Imperial Street in the Tang and Song Dynasties.
Such people, in the circles of the imperial streets of the Tang and Song Dynasties, were called "foolish people with a lot of money, quick cuts!"
Cutting leeks.
Jiang Muyang withdrew his gaze and walked forward.
He had passed seven or eight stalls, but he had not encountered anything useful.
But he wasn't in a hurry. He was just here to try his luck this time. If he came across something good, it would be great. Even if he came back empty-handed with nothing, he wouldn't feel depressed because of it.
But just before he took two steps, he heard a low and slightly hoarse voice coming from his ear:
"Young man, do you know that you are being targeted?"
"Um?"
Jiang Muyang turned his head and looked at the speaker with a smile.
He was a middle-aged man wearing a white vest and a straw hat with dark skin. He looked to be in his forties or fifty, and he looked very honest and sincere.
"Uncle, what do you mean?"
The middle-aged man came closer, raised his hand to cover his mouth, and whispered: "You are here to hunt for treasures, right?"
"That's right." Jiang Muyang nodded.
The middle-aged man showed an expression that was indeed true, and then said: "Young man, the water in the Imperial Street of Tang and Song Dynasties is very deep, and ordinary people cannot control it. Listen to my uncle's advice and leave quickly."
Jiang Muyang said calmly: "Since I came here, how could I go back empty-handed?"
The middle-aged man sighed and seemed a little entangled. After a moment, he gritted his teeth and looked at Jiang Muyang and said, "Young people nowadays have their own ideas, and it is difficult to listen to what others say."
"Oh, that's all. Since you are determined to find treasures here... let's do this. I have a Ru kiln Pisces plate, which is a treasure from the Song Dynasty..."
"By the way, do you know about Ru Kiln?"
"In the Song Dynasty, there were five famous kilns, 'Ru, Guan, Ge, Jun, and Ding', of which Ru kiln was the leader. In the history of Chinese ceramics, it is said that 'Ru kiln is the leader'. This is one of the famous porcelain types in traditional Chinese porcelain making.
, is a real treasure.”
"If you are interested, I will bear the pain and sell you my Ruyao Pisces Plate."
Jiang Muyang suddenly felt funny, with an expression of interest on his face, and said, "Let me take a look at things first."
"No problem, come with me."
The middle-aged man said cheerfully.
After saying that, he led Jiang Muyang forward.
After they left, the stall owner next to him, a man in his thirties, shook his head and said to himself: "Alas...another fresh and tender leek fell into the hands of that guy Lao Pan..."