During the Chinese New Year, Tang Ping, who read the books on the appraisal collection, had a little slight understanding of antiques, couldn't help but feel a little excited. After the antique market opened after the New Year, he couldn't help but take his little Nannan to join in the fun.

Because there are too many people in the market, Tang Ping first sent Xiao Nannan to Liu Chuan's pet store and asked him to help take care of it. Then he came to the antique market alone and started wandering around.

There are too many things sold in the antique market, some are sold directly on the ground, and there are also special stores. But to put it bluntly, 90% of the things here are fake, they are just some antique crafts. Where do so many real things come from? What are the good things?

Unless you have a great fortune and have good eyesight, you can pick up leaks that even the stall owner doesn't know the details. Therefore, even if Tang Ping has a pair of eyes to appraise treasures, he can't find any real items when facing a bunch of handicrafts produced in assembly lines.

Tang Ping, who had been walking through the road, found no valuable thing. When he was depressed and speechless, he suddenly grabbed his sleeve when he turned around: "Brother, I am a little old guy, do you want to take a look?"

"You call me?" Tang Ping couldn't help but raise his eyebrows with a pair of bloated cotton pants in front of him, but a white down jacket on his upper body, and was dressed in an incongruous manner and even a little funny.

"Brother, I have been watching you for a long time. I can see that you are an expert, so I only found you. I wonder if you are interested in calligraphy and paintings? Go to my stall to see them. They are all original works of celebrities, and there are also paintings by Zheng Banqiao, which are usually not taken out." The funny young man looked familiar, and his words made Tang Ping laugh and cry. Oh my, Zheng Banqiao's paintings? Do you think you look like Kaizi?

But there was nothing wrong with others and someone came to tease her, so Tang Ping simply pretended to be interested and followed the young man in the yellow jacket to a stall.

"Brother Xiong, take out our Zheng Banqiao's painting and give it to this big brother to take a look," said the young man in the yellow jacket, greeting the stall owner.

Seeing him winking at the stall owner while talking, Tang Ping couldn't help but laugh, "This guy, you should be serious too, sing double acts!" This is full of loopholes, and are you fooling a fool?"

"Monkey, I've told you a long time ago that someone ordered the painting. I didn't even show it. Why did you bring someone to see the goods again?" The stall owner, Brother Xiong, looked impatient and said this, but his eyes glanced at Tang Ping.

Tang Ping was too lazy to talk to him too much. He curled his lips slightly and wanted to turn around and leave: "If someone wants it, forget it, I can't afford Zheng Banqiao's original works. Come on, then I'll leave!"

"No, don't interfere, brother, this good thing is rare. It's not too late to leave. Brother Xiong, I've never seen you rushing out customers like this!" The young monkey in the yellow jacket hurriedly grabbed Tang Ping and hurriedly looked at Brother Xiong.

Seeing that Tang Ping was about to leave, Brother Xiong also took advantage of the situation and his tone softened: "Look, it's okay, but if this brother likes it, it's hard for me to deal with it. I've agreed to others. Let's take a look first."

"Okay, since you promised someone else, don't show it to me," Tang Ping also waved his hand and smiled: "I really can't afford Zheng Banqiao's authentic works!"

When Brother Xiong and Monkey were stunned when they heard Tang Ping's words. It seems that this person also knows their skills and will not take the bait. What are you going to do?

"Who is still setting up a stall here with the original works of Zheng Banqiao? It's really..." Tang Ping said, shook his head and was about to turn around and leave.

At this moment, a sudden cries of grasshoppers sounded, and the pleasant chirping made Tang Ping's spirit shocked, and then he quickly turned around and looked at Brother Xiong because he heard that the sound was coming from Brother Xiong.

"Don't the cucumbers die in winter? Why are your screams so loud?" Tang Ping asked Brother Xiong with a curious and excited look.

Brother Xiong, who had heard what Tang Ping said before leaving, saw Tang Ping like this, his eyes suddenly became bright. He was not afraid of you being interested, but afraid of you not being interested. So Brother Xiong smiled proudly and said, "Hehe, when you see, you are not good at playing with cucumbers. What you are talking about is the cucumbers raised in a cage. Of course, I am raising this cucumbers in a gourd and keeping them close to my arms every day, so naturally it's okay."

As Brother Xiong said, he reached into his arms and took out a cucumber gourd with bright purple colors all over red.

Seeing this, Tang Ping, whose eyes lit up, couldn't help but say, "Can you show me this?"

"Take it, but don't take it too long. If the temperature is low, it is not good for the grasshoppers." Brother Xiong was so happy that he handed the grasshopper gourd in his hand to Tang Ping.

Tang Ping, who reached out to take it, lowered his head and released the spiritual energy in his eyes. He felt a faint breath blending into the spiritual energy in his eyes from the gourd. After confirming that it was indeed the cucumber gourd, he returned it to Brother Xiong and said, "Brother Xiong, right? I like this thing, do you sell it? I often played this when I was a child, but now I see it very kind. If you are willing to sell it, just offer a price!"

"I played with this myself, not sold it," Brother Xiong said with a hint of embarrassment on his face when he heard this.

Before Tang Ping could speak again, the young man in the yellow jacket on the side couldn't help but say, "Brother Xiong, you can raise another one when the beginning of autumn. If you like this brother, just give it to him!"

"Yes, Brother Xiong, I really like this. Do you think you can give up? The price is up to you, and I will buy it if you want it," Tang Ping also looked interested, staring at the grasshopper gourd in Brother Xiong's hand and said.

Seeing this, Brother Xiong was also a little moved, thinking that you were just joking with me and didn't even look at the painting. I still have to make some money from you today.

"Brother, my cucumber is the best! You heard the scream just now, and it sounded loudly. It wasn't me who played cucumbers in this entire market. No one can compare with me. You really like it. In this way, two thousand, two thousand, two thousand, you can take it away!" Brother Xiong looked like I didn't take advantage of you.

Tang Ping couldn't help but curse secretly, "Boy, aren't you bragging?" I think you're just bragging! Two thousand, your cost is only twenty, right?" I really dare to speak up!

"Two thousand? Do you think you are a general? Two thousand yuan is worth my monthly salary," Tang Ping deliberately glared at him and said dissatisfiedly.

Brother Xiong was also anxious and said, "Hey, brother, that's not what you say. You say that money is hard to buy good things. I have been raising this cucumber for a long time and have been working hard. Two thousand yuan, I even sold the cucumber gourd to you. My gourd is a good thing. The old man in Jiyaxuan's store in front of me didn't sell it yesterday for 800 yuan."

"Eight hundred yuan? If you have a cucumber, you want to sell me 1,200 yuan. Is it gold?" Tang Ping was also a little angry when he heard this: "Okay, I really like this thing, let's stop talking nonsense. In this way, the price is 500 yuan. I want the cucumber gourd and the cucumber inside."

"No, no, five hundred yuan, then I will lose money!" Brother Xiong naturally refused, shook his head and said, "In this way, one thousand, one thousand, one thousand I will sell it to you."

"Six hundred! I'll pay up to six hundred," Tang Ping made a comeback and continued to bargain.

Brother Xiong smiled bitterly: "Brother, I really lose money for six hundred! I think you really want to buy it, so I won't want it anymore. Eight hundred, eight hundred is the lowest, and I think the grasshopper is given to you."

"Okay, who made me like it? Eight hundred is eight hundred!" Tang Ping also pretended to be heartbroken and took out eight hundred yuan and bought the grasshopper gourd in Brother Xiong's hand.
Chapter completed!