"Okay!" Fubao was happy and relieved to give it to him for safekeeping. He was always worried that it would fall if he carried it with him.
And what Long Xiao said made sense, maybe it was because of this piece of jade. After all, it was given by the Black and White Impermanence. They got this piece of jade from the hanged ghost, maybe the resentment was really heavy!
How heavy must it be that even she couldn't bear it. If it was handed over to a mortal, wouldn't it be dead?
No wonder people who are full of resentment don’t live long.
Strangely enough, after handing the jade to Long Xiao, Fu Bao felt relaxed all over, without any discomfort. It seemed that it was really its problem.
Long Xiao's identity was extraordinary, and he was powerful enough to suppress its resentment, so he didn't feel any discomfort while carrying it along. Okay, let's just put this jade on him!
Fu Bao was just thinking about it when Old Lady Shen, who was walking in front of him, turned around and asked with concern, "Nannan, are you really okay?"
"Alright! Grandma, don't worry, everything will be fine this time."
"That's good." Old Mrs. Shen breathed a sigh of relief.
Before they knew it, the family arrived at an ancient and quaint street.
This street is very close to the Wenchang Temple I visited yesterday. There are antique shops on both sides of the street, displaying all kinds of small and large items, and many people are choosing. There are also many stalls directly on the street, and the whole street is bustling with people.
The old couple had never seen these things before. They seemed to be old and tattered. Could they be second-hand goods? Why were so many people looking at them?
Old Man Shen was puzzled and asked, "What are these things for sale? Why are there only bottles and jars, and copper coins and so on? They are all so old. They are useless if you buy them back. It's better to buy new ones. Look at those vases, they are dirty and broken. What can they be used for? They don't look good at all."
Old Mrs. Shen also said, "Yes, oh, this is sold all over the street, what's going on?"
Shen Zhishu, who followed the old couple, laughed, "Grandpa and grandma, you don't understand this, it's an antique! It's very popular now."
"Antique? What's an antique? I've never heard of it."
As Old Man Shen was speaking, Old Lady Shen gave him a disdainful look that said "You are so uneducated".
"You are so stupid, old man. Antiques are things from ancient times, dug out from the ground. After so many years, they are very valuable. If you buy them for collection, they will appreciate in value, and you can make a fortune in the future."
As she said this, she looked at the things in the store. "Are these antiques? I've heard of them, but this is the first time I've seen them."
Chen Zhishu nodded, "Grandma is right. There are many antiques in our country, but the most precious and valuable ones are usually kept in museums or in the hands of rich people, so it's not our turn to see them. Most of the things sold here were dug out in modern times, most of them are worthless, and some are even fake. But there are some relatively valuable things, it depends on your luck whether you can come across them, or whether you have a pair of eyes that can appraise treasures."
"Does anyone really buy these junk to collect? How do you make money?" Old Man Shen asked again.
If you don’t understand, just ask. It’s not shameful.
"No matter if it's broken or not, as long as it's from ancient times, it's valuable. After all, antiques are for research value. Even if it's just a piece of tile, if it's handed down from ancient times, it's worth a house!"
"So exaggerated?" Old Man Shen was very surprised and glanced at a blue and white porcelain vase placed at the door of the store. "Then take a look, how much is this broken vase worth?"
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