Ming Zhanxue's interest was completely piqued by Murong Yanran. He looked at the things on the stalls as he walked, hoping to find one or two rare treasures from them.

He didn't notice the strange look on Murong Yanran's face at all.

Qin Yuan was not interested in this.

Isn’t it the same routine as the antique street in the previous life?

People always think they can get lucky, but apart from the protagonist of the novel, how many people actually get lucky?

Such talk of windfall is all nonsense.

"Why don't people here watch their stalls? Aren't they afraid of being robbed?" Ming Zhanxue was a little puzzled.

"They all went to gamble." The melancholy on Murong Yanran's face flashed away, and then returned to normal.

She covered her mouth with her sleeve, hunched her neck and said with a smile: "Most of the people here are ordinary people. They often spend time in prison. It feels like home."

"If you really encounter a thief, a few dozen strong men will rush out and beat you to pieces."

"Even if you were beaten to death and sent to the Jingzhou government office, they would still be right. At most, you would be put in jail for a few days. They wouldn't care."

"So no one dares to steal here."

Ming Zhanxue and Murong Yanran were walking around, chatting and laughing.

The whole street was empty, with almost no tourists and not many street vendors, only six or seven.

I don’t know how such a market survived.

It’s just like the computer city in later generations.

If you don’t open for three years, you can make a living for three years after you open.

Is it all because of taking advantage of the situation?

Qin Yuan was losing interest, but Ming Zhanxue and Murong Yanran were very excited.

Looking carefully at each stall, one can't help but admire women's shopping skills...

Seeing that the long street was about to end, Qin Yuan immediately became excited. He could finally go home!

However……

Their attention was drawn to a fortune-telling stall.

In a place like this, a fortune-telling stall is really eye-catching.

Ming Zhanxue and Murong Yanran immediately walked over hand in hand.

There was a yellow cloth covering the stall, with large and small stones of strange shapes pressed on the cloth.

Ming Zhanxue and Murong Yanran were even more curious when they saw that the stall owner was an old man.

He was wearing a cloth hat and an old yellow cotton robe, and sitting upright at the table.

Take a closer look.

This old man had white beard and eyebrows, his eyes narrowed into two slits, and the corners of his eyes drooped slightly. From a distance, he looked like the character "eight".

He looks weathered and full of sorrow, yet inexplicably has a sense of humor, which makes people not feel disgusted when looking at him.

He placed his hands on his knees, looking as honest as a kindergarten kid.

When Qin Yuan saw him, he was wearing straw sandals and cloth socks, and a double-layered cross-collared robe, looking a little poor.

If he hadn't been dressed so meticulously and formally, he would have looked like an old and frail scholar.

Qin Yuan almost suspected that he had met the Beggars' Sect again, bah, no, a disciple of Taiyi Zhenzong.

The old man's stall looks particularly bulky and tall.

It looked like the vendors in the ghost market took advantage of his old age and forced him to move to this marginal place.

That’s not all.

There were a lot of miscellaneous items placed around the fortune-telling stall, which looked extremely funny and abrupt compared to the old scholar who was sitting upright.

Ming Zhanxue noticed that the old man was being bullied, so he turned and shouted to the vendors in the distance, "What's wrong with you?"

"When doing business, harmony is the most important thing. How can you bully an old man like this?"

At this time, the small vendor was sleeping on his stall. When he heard these words, he didn't want to pay any attention to them. He just turned over and continued to sleep soundly, indifferent.

Murong Yanran couldn't stand it anymore, so she tidied up the clutter around the stall a little, making it a little tidier and not looking so crowded and messy.

The old man just sat there quietly, neither saying thank you nor looking up, muttering to himself, as if his soul was wandering in space.

Murong Yanran frowned slightly and thought to herself, "Could it be dementia?"

Just as she was about to speak, Qin Yuan grabbed her wrist and she swallowed the words back.

Ming Zhanxue couldn't bear to see him suffer such hardships at such an old age, so he said softly, "Old man, are you setting up a stall too?"

When the old scholar heard that there was business coming, he suddenly reacted and nodded, saying, "Yes, little girl, come and take a look."

Ming Zhanxue hadn't been called "little girl" for a long time, so she smiled knowingly: "Old man, what are you selling?"

"jade."

After the old scholar finished speaking, he pointed to the notice behind the stall. On the notice were four big characters "Jade Craftsman Yu Sou".

The handwriting is round and full, without any sense of anger or aggressiveness.

The characters are written in large size and the ink is dark, but there is no sense of grandeur. It is just like a gentle breeze and drizzle, which makes people feel relaxed and happy when looking at it.

Ming Zhanxue asked softly, "Is this the old man's name?"

"Yes." The old man nodded seriously.

"My name is Yu Sou, but everyone likes to call me 'Jade Craftsman'."

Murong Yanran was immediately amazed and suddenly interrupted, "Grandpa, since you are a jade craftsman, where are the jade artifacts you sell?"

The old jade craftsman, with his hands still on his knees, slowly replied, "Here, these are the ones on the table."

The three of them looked at the table full of stones of all sizes.

I was speechless for a moment.

Murong Yanran was sharp-eyed and caught a glimpse of some small words written on the cloth pressed under the stone.

He recited it softly, the voice as clear and pleasant as a trickle of water.

"The stubborn stone is ignorant."

"Transformed into beautiful jade."

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