It’s a Bit Early To Cross

After riding the bicycle for 20 minutes in the dark, the three of them came to the vicinity of Beichizi and saw the magnificent and majestic Forbidden City.

From a distance, you can faintly see a huge black shadow like an ancient dragon on the ground. It is sacred and mysterious, and people can't help but yearn to see it.

"Be careful!"

Chu Heng looked around vigilantly, pushing the cart with Du San and sneaking along the palace wall more than ten meters high.

When they were about to reach the ghost city, they first found a hidden alley to put their bicycles in, and then, under the guidance of Du San, they came to a narrow alley three or four hundred meters away.

"Just over here."

Du San pointed to the dark alley, and Bento walked in first.

After reaching the depths, they turned a few more turns. When they reached the end of an unnamed alley, they turned to the left and saw a dark alley with flickering lights.

The width of this alley is less than 1.5 meters. Under the dim lights, there are shadows and shadows inside.

Under the north wall were neatly arranged street stalls. Some stalls were lit with lanterns, some with candles, and others at all. It was pitch black and it was impossible to see what they were selling.

The guests are all in the south. They are either using flashlights or holding lanterns, walking quietly in front of the stalls. Except for the sound of footsteps, they can't hear a single sound.

The whole alley is like a ghost!

"I don't know, I thought it was a ghost!"

The unprepared Cen Hao suddenly saw this scene, and was really frightened, and couldn't help but vomit.

"To shut up!"

Chu Heng turned his head to warn him, then grabbed the flashlight and walked quickly to the small market with a strange atmosphere not far away.

Soon, the three of them came to the first booth, which was full of old clothes and old shoes. The booth owner wrapped himself tightly, not to mention what it looked like, men and women could not see clearly.

This stall can be said to be a prime location in the entire ghost market.

Unfortunately, the things sold are not very good, and there are basically no customers concerned.

After Chu Heng glanced at it, he walked away from the stall and came to the second stall.

There are books on this stall, some old, some new, some domestic and some foreign, which made him a little interested.

Chu Heng squatted down in front of the stall, holding a flashlight and looking at the books on it with great interest, looking at them one by one.

The stall owner, who was also masked, glanced at him, thought for a moment, then silently picked up the two simple-looking books on the stall, handed them forward, put them in front of him, and then retracted his arms and continued to pump. with a large smoking bag.

You are not afraid to burn the stall!

Chu Heng glanced at the stall owner, secretly spit out a groove, then picked up the two books and looked at them.

Unsurprisingly, these two books are ancient manuscripts, one is Disciple Rules, the other is Suiyuan Poems, as for who copied it, it is unknown.

It's really unrealistic to see the lights in the dark.

After studying it carefully for a while, Chu Heng gently put down the two ancient books, turned around and picked up a few more famous books at home and abroad and put them together.

The stall owner immediately understood, and also handed the sleeves up, sticking them together, and the two started negotiating the price through gestures inside.

In less than a minute, the sleeves of the two were separated.

Then, Chu Heng took out fifty cents from his pocket and handed it over, and then he got up and left with the selected book in his arms.

Cen Hao had never seen this before, so he leaned over to him in confusion and asked in a low voice, "Master Chu, what did you just do?"

"Ask the price!"

Chu Heng replied to him in a low voice, and walked three steps and two steps to a stall selling antiques.

He looked at the stall owner through the dim light, and after wrinkling his nose and sniffing, a playful smile suddenly appeared on his face.

Immediately, he squatted down, looked at the various antiques on the booth, and finally picked up a Duan Inkstone, smiled and said to the stall owner who was pushing himself into the dark: "I said, Master Zhang, you are this. Do you think my price is too low?"

This stall owner is not someone else, it is Mr. Zhang Yi Zhang!

And he can recognize Zhang Yi, not because his eyes are good, or the old man is not hiding well, but this guy's nose is too smart!

Zhang Yiyi always had a special rotten smell on his body because he was often in the company of junk. This grandson could smell it from several meters away!

Nose is more Turin than a dog!

"I'm already like this, can you even recognize your kid?" The old man who wrapped himself like a mummy looked at him in amazement, and immediately knew that he couldn't escape, and said with a guilty conscience: "Then What... Didn't I hear that the ghost market was reopened, so I came here out of curiosity to join in the fun, nothing else, just for fun."

He couldn't help but feel guilty.

It is true that Chu Heng received his antiques at a low price, but he also provided him with all kinds of food!

For Zhang Yi, who could hardly afford to eat, this was a life-saving grace.

And what about him?

But sneakily came to sell antiques!

When it was over, he was caught.

How big of a face does he have to be at ease?

"You don't need to explain, the things are in your hands, it's your freedom to sell whoever you want. I want this inkstone, you can ask for a price." Chu Heng smiled and took the inkstone and shook it.

He really wasn't angry. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

Selling and buying this thing is about your love and my wishes.

It is understandable that people dislike his low price and want to sell it at a high price.

What's more, antiques are worthless now. Except for those who really like them, few are willing to take over. How much can he sell in the ghost market with a glance?

So, the big head is still with him.

Could he be **** off for something like this?

We Chu has always been peaceful and rich!

Zhang could see at a glance that he didn't look angry, and after he was secretly relieved, he waved his hand generously: "What's not worth the money, you can take it away if you like, just bring me a bottle of good wine. "

"Yes, then I'll pick it up and see you later, I wish you a prosperous business!"

Chu Heng was also a shrewd person. Seeing that he didn't want money, he picked up the inkstone and cupped his hands, and then led Du San to another booth.

Zhang saw him so arrogant at first glance, his face was flushed with shame, and he didn't have the heart to set up a stall for a while, so he simply put things back and left the ghost market silently.

And decided to touch a good object another day, and make a good compensation.

After all, what he did himself was a bit inappropriate.

On Chu Heng's side, after leaving Zhang Yi's booth, he turned to several booths one after another.

Eventually he stopped in front of a stall selling tea.

This stall sells tea bricks, with a total of more than ten pieces. The era names printed on them are from the Qianlong period for the longest time, and the most recent ones are from the Republic of China.

He picked it up and smelled it, and then carefully discerned the color, and his eyes showed a subtle excitement.

It's all true!

"I want it all!"

Chu Heng spoke to the boss in a low voice, and then tucked his sleeves deep.

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