Just do the math, I worked hard at Xingchen Company for two or three years, but it can't compare to the harvest in this half month. It's really a waste of work!

Although I didn't have many things on hand, Chang Xian went back without any preparation. After all, there are only four Thursdays in a month. For Baofengzhai, seven and six days a week are spent, and only Thursdays are earned. Of course he was prepared to stay for another half day.

Besides, it is different from the ghost market. If you want to learn something, you still need to go to Xiaoshi, where all kinds of knowledge about the world and the world can be found.

The happy life of the people of Jinmen starts with a rich breakfast.

Jinmen people's love for breakfast is engraved in their genes. With the breakfast shops all over Jinmen, you never have to worry about not being able to eat breakfast.

Even though Binjiang Road and Shenyang Road are a commercial district, Chang Xian glanced and saw that there were seven or eight breakfast stalls nearby, such as pancakes, fruit, old tofu, flatbreads and eggs with everything in between. There were old men and women queuing up in front of the stalls carrying pots and bowls. It is definitely a domineering and revealing scenery.

Jinmen people eat this early meal, which is a big meal. You must eat well, especially the elders of Jinmen, who are definitely the kings of carbohydrates. Flatbread and fruit plus a bowl of crispy rice are standard, and you have to have it at the end. A bowl of soy milk (soy milk) is squidgy.

Chang Xian knew that he didn't have the wolf-like fighting power of Mr. Jinmen, so he took a look with admiration, and then found a wonton shop owned by the eldest sister from Ji Province. They had five-yuan wontons, a serious eight-hundred-dollar bowl, and each wonton had a tiger head and a tiger head. It looks like a steamed bun with a thick layer of seaweed and shrimp skin on top.

I ate so leisurely that I sighed that my eldest sister's cost control was as good as that of someone with an MBA degree.

After the ghost market is the dawn market.

I didn't sleep all night and fought continuously. After breakfast, my energy was not as good as it was at night. I just went to work and went back to the same place to sit down.

This place didn't look very good last night, but it was good in Xiaoshi.

Because there is an old tree here that looks like a canopy, lush and green. If it is kept intact in history, there are stories about the crown of a certain emperor before Long Xing.

Chang Xian did not look around. After sitting down against the old tree, he always felt a little strange. When a person leans against a tree, this is the word "rest". This word is not a good word. This great future has just started, so why should he rest? Already?

No, my name is Xian, Lei Lei, or Chang Lei. It means that my brother has achieved financial freedom easily. This is the right time, right?

Puru's calligraphy, painting and desk lamp haven't been fully figured out yet, so of course they won't be displayed. Three things are placed awkwardly on the huge raincloth:

A walking stick that came from nowhere;

A small plate I don’t know what it’s called;

A jar that doesn't know where to go.

It happens to be three philosophical questions that directly touch the soul.

Because it is mainly concentrated on Shenyang Road, which is less than a mile away, the flow of people during the day is denser than at night. However, my friends during the day seem to be different from those at night. They are all very decisive. It has been half an hour. After talking about business, no one came to the door. Boss Chang was completely in the air. Boss Chang, who was already low in energy, felt a little drowsy.

As soon as he opened and closed his eyes, an old man suddenly appeared under the tree.

Taking a quick glance at it, you can see that this guy has a very big head with sparse hair, like a big lion's head, but his neck is also very thin, which makes people worry about whether it will break.

Chang Xian squinted his eyes and saw a small object hanging around his neck. He rubbed it with his hands from time to time, seeming to cherish it very much.

That is the "holding pig". It is a jade artifact from the Han Dynasty. It is cylindrical. The outline of a prone fat pig is carved with a few simple knives. It is just big enough to be held by one hand. When buried, the holding pig will be placed on the deceased.

The palm of the hand symbolizes the wealth of the underworld, and is the same thing as the Jade Cicada Han Ba ​​Dao held in the mouth of the dead.

"Hey! Guys, let me take a look at this plate. What does this jade~inkstone~shanfang mean?"

"The Summer Palace, Qianlong's study."

Chang Xian didn't get up and said a few words lightly.

The big head's eyes lit up: "Hey, that's a pretty thing of the time. If it were bigger, it would be a "worm"."

Qiaohuo, Dadai and Zhonger are all jargon for antiques.

Qiaohuo refers to antiques that are relatively exquisite and easy to sell.

Arrival means that something has reached a certain age, also known as "enough age".

Insects are a nuisance in life, and everyone who sees one wants to drive them away and shoot them away!

But the word "worm" in the antique shop refers to those things that make people's eyes brighter. If it is in an antique store, its value can be said to be that the entire store's antique collection cannot be worth this one!

If we say that someone has acquired or collected a "worm", it is basically equivalent to saying that the owner has hidden a treasure that can be called a treasure.

This big head heard about these cuts from nowhere, and without knowing exactly what they meant, he used them randomly. Among people who play with antiques, there are many such half-hearted people who think they understand, but in fact they are not at that level at all.

But the curiosity is still strong, and it is easier to deceive them than to deceive a stickman who knows nothing. They are often pretentious and care about eating rather than beating. Customers are the most popular.

Chang Xian found out his background and suddenly had an idea in his mind.

He slowly turned his neck and focused his eyes on the crocodile on the chest of the big head. It wasn't until he realized this that he looked away, shook his head, and sighed softly.

This sigh immediately made the big head feel uncomfortable.

He rubbed the dolphin repeatedly, his eyes flickered, and after hesitating for a long time, he finally poked his head over and said, "Say, what's wrong with this thing?"

"No problem, I'm not looking at this, don't get me wrong."

Chang Xian smiled half-heartedly, which made Big Head a little panicked, and he became more and more sure that he had seen something.

He retracted angrily, and after a while, he extended his hand again: "Hey, let me say, we met by chance and can chat together, which is considered fate. Now that you are idle, you are also idle. I see that you are hesitant to speak, is that right?

What did you say?"

"I really didn't see anything. Boss, I don't have much stuff here, but I have more stuff over there. You can go over there and have a look."

Chang Xian shook his head and pointed to both sides a few times.

This made Big Head immediately believe that it wasn't that there was no problem, but that Chang Xian had no friendship with him and had something to say that he didn't want to talk about.

He patted his head and said, "Where did you say just now? Yes, it's the Jade Inkstone Mountain House. As long as you explain it clearly, I will go out to get this plate. How about it?"

It was his words that Chang Lei was waiting for. Otherwise, who would have the time to chat with him when he was wandering around empty-handed?

He slowly opened his eyes: "Bring me something to see."

When Big Head heard this, he quickly took it off and put it on the oilcloth.
Chapter completed!