Chapter 5 Antique Market

As soon as Old Yang saw Du Ruo, he slapped his thigh and said, "I didn't sleep well last night. My baby is waiting for you to save her life."

Du Ruo couldn't help but laugh, she knew these antique collectors, they regarded these as their life, so it was not an exaggeration to say that they were saving lives.

Du Ruo followed Old Yang to the west chamber. Old Madam Yang came in with a plate of fruit and said to Du Ruo with a smile, "My dear, you are finally here. He has been waiting for you since dawn this morning. Fortunately, he met you. Otherwise, who knows how he would fight with my grandson.

You said that his thing just had a crack, so why not use it anyway? Why are you so desperate and want to fight my grandson to death?"

When Old Yang heard her say this, he got anxious and said angrily, "Is that just a small loss? Would you be happy if I let you break your arms and legs? Even if I lost a finger, you wouldn't be happy?"

Old Lady Yang was also unhappy. She said, "Just stay with your broken thing. Don't eat the dinner I cook at night! Let your baby cook for you! Let it wash your clothes! I don't believe that your thing has become a spirit."

Old man Yang was so angry that his eyes were wide open. He really couldn't say he wouldn't eat, nor could he say he wouldn't let his wife do the laundry. He muttered, "I won't argue with you."

Old Madam Yang said to Du Ruo with a smile: "My dear, you can do your work and have lunch here at noon."

Du Ruo declined, "That won't work. My son is waiting for me to come back."

Old Mrs. Yang was surprised and asked, "You already have a son? It doesn't look like one. How old is the child?"

Du Ruo smiled and said, "He's four years old now, and very well behaved."

Old Lady Yang smiled and said, "Bring your child here someday and let him play with my grandson. They are about the same age."

Du Ruo agreed.

Old Yang carefully took out his pen washer and placed it in front of Du Ruo.

Du Ruo stopped smiling and picked up the pen washer with a serious look on her face. She moved very carefully, observing the broken edge carefully.

Seeing this, Old Lady Yang carefully retreated, while Old Man Yang stared at his baby without blinking.

It took Du Ruo a whole morning to work on such a small flower bud, and the result was very gratifying.

Old man Yang held his pen washer and couldn't let it go. The flower bud and the pen washer were so integrated that there was nothing unusual about them. Old man Yang was so happy that he almost jumped up.

Ever since this deal was settled, Old Man Yang wished he had cut off his own fingers, and was so anxious that he was furious.

Even the most loving grandson on weekdays couldn't wait to drag over a meal, making the child not dare to look at his face in the past two days.

Now that the baby is finally perfect again, old man Yang is overjoyed. He feels that the sky is bluer, the wind is lighter, and his life is going smoothly again.

Old Man Yang was so happy that he insisted on inviting Du Ruo to dinner, but Du Ruo politely declined.

Du Ruo came out of Yang's house in a relaxed mood. The customer was satisfied and she was in a good mood. She decided to go to the farmers' market and buy some big bones to make some soup to replenish Han Zhe's calcium.

Walking all the way to the farmers' market, Du Ruo admired the unique scenery of the late 1980s.

She yearns for fashion in her simplicity and her enthusiastic face is full of hope for the future.

There are many small vendors on the street, some selling magnetic tapes, some selling curtain fabrics, and some selling children's clothes and toys.

Du Ruo walked forward and took a look. The quality was not very good. She picked up two children's vests and planned to buy them back for Han Zhe to wear at home.

The seller was a woman in her thirties. When she saw Du Ruo looking at children's clothes, she knew that she had children at home.

She said enthusiastically, "Comrade, take this one. It's the latest style this year. We got it from the Guangzhou Wholesale Market. It's the most fashionable now."

Du Ruo asked: "How much?"

The female comrade took a look at Du Ruo without leaving any trace. Seeing that she was dressed neatly, although her clothes were not the most fashionable, they were still about 80% new, she said, "Five yuan a piece."

Du Ruo smiled and said, "An adult vest is only five dollars. Does it also cost five dollars for a vest for such a small child?"

When the female comrade heard her say this, she knew that she had failed to deceive him. She smiled and said, "Comrade, this is the latest model from Guangzhou. If you are sincere, it's only three yuan a piece."

Du Ruo hasn't negotiated prices with anyone for many years. After thinking about it, he realized the current bargaining standards.

She said, "Three dollars for two pieces. If you sell them, I'll take them."

The female comrade frowned and said, "Your price doesn't cover my capital. Can you give me a little more? Otherwise, you can go to another store and have a look."

Du Ruo turned around and was about to leave. She thought that she had tested the price enough, and if she met another one, she would add fifty cents.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she turned around, she heard the female colleague calling her: "Okay, just think of it as me bringing you two items. Three yuan for two items, take them."

Du Ruo turned around, paid the money, and continued walking forward carrying the two vests.

Suddenly I noticed a big iron gate across the street. It was covered with rust and had the words "Antiques and Second-Hand Goods Market" written on it.

She really didn't have a deep impression of this market, but Du Ruo was very interested in it. She was a jade carver and had dealt with antiques a lot, so she knew a little about this aspect.

She looked around, then trotted across the street, intending to take a look at the market.

Du Ruo walked into the market gate and found that the market was a large open space with small stalls selling all kinds of second-hand goods.

There are Chairman Mao badges, porcelain vases for home, even chicken feather dusters, bottles and jars, and many other things, and the number is quite large.

But as she looked around, she found that there were not many valuable items, and of course, not many fakes either.

During this period, antiques were just emerging, and although there were fakes, they were perhaps not yet everywhere.

Du Ruo wanted to try out her horizontal line, but found that it didn't work. She observed it carefully and found that this thing only reacted to living creatures.

She was a little disappointed. This was too useless. Even if she found the hidden boss, what would be the use? She couldn't buy him home, could she?

As for fawning on powerful people, she really doesn't need to do that. She is a craftsman and has no worries about making money, so there is no need for her to waste her energy.

Du Ruo was unhappy and wanted to go home.

Suddenly, she stopped in her tracks. In front of her stood a middle-aged man wearing a baggy suit, the standard attire of a nouveau riche of that era.

The horizontal line on his head fluctuated, sometimes the red color was stronger, and sometimes it retreated.

Du Ruo had never seen such a situation before. She was quite interested in this person and walked a few steps closer without making any noise.

Only then did I see that the man was actually holding a stone in his hand and picking it up, and the stall owner opposite was an old man.