At eleven o'clock in the middle of the night, the three of them set off. Old Man Guan did not allow the two of them to ride bicycles and insisted on walking across the road.
Zhao Xiaochuan yawned and said, "Old man, walking is so tiring and slow, and riding a bike is so slow."
"Youth is stupid. What if we buy something and it breaks down? How can you take care of your bike while you're holding the stuff? And what about your stuff while you're riding the bike? Right?"
"You stupid guy, can't we just carry a basket and put it there? Why do we have to hold it in our arms? Do you want to buy a Terracotta Warrior?" The third brother shook the old man Guan's stubborn head.
Old man Guan...his new brain is just a tool, didn't he think about it?
The three of them carried two small baskets, and the third man took Old Man Guan with him to the ghost market.
When we got to the ghost market, Old Man Guan took out some black cloth and said, "Cover your face. You can't show your face in this place. If you buy something and go out, people will recognize you. It will be troublesome."
The three of them covered their faces, leaving only their eyes exposed.
They arrived early and the ghost market had just started to set up stalls. It was called a ghost market, but it was just a set of stalls next to the city wall. It was dark and quiet, and everyone was busy with their own things and no one spoke.
There aren't many people coming to this place, just a few scattered around.
Three people walked leisurely from the beginning to the end. Some stalls had only one or two items. The stall owner sat beside them with his eyes closed to rest. When someone passed by to look, he would take out a flashlight and shine it on them. There were rules in the ghost market. You could look at the goods but not ask where they came from. You could only exchange money for the goods. After the two were cleared, you could turn around and deny the transaction. Whether you liked the goods or not depended on the seller. Bargaining could be done after the seller had looked at the goods.
Therefore, people who don’t know much about this business generally don’t dare to come here.
The further you go inside, the darker it gets, and there are fewer stalls around.
Old man Guan walked and stopped in front of a middle-aged man. In front of the man were two large earthen baskets, which were filled with porcelain, bowls, plates and other things in wooden boxes.
Lao San and Zhao Xiaochuan also stopped. The strong man took out a flashlight from his arms and shone it on several people.
Old man Guan frowned, squatted down and looked at him for a few times, then looked at the middle-aged man, and stood up and left.
"Old man, it must not be something ordinary. Look at those two earthen baskets, there must be hundreds of them, big and small. If they are ordinary things, who can afford them?" Zhao Xiaochuan muttered.
Old man Guan lowered his head and said nothing. He walked to a place where no one was around and said, "Those things are considered foreign things."
"Then why not buy it?" Neither of them understood.
“It’s sold as a set.”
"There are so many sets, it must be very expensive, right?"
"It's not a question of status," said Old Man Guan gritting his teeth.
"That's one of my family's belongings. It's a complete set of Jingdezhen porcelain that we used to use during festivals or to entertain distinguished guests."
The third one...
Zhao Xiaochuan...
Isn't this just a coincidence that Wu Dalang crossed the threshold?
The third brother was surprised. "How did that thing end up in someone else's possession? Did you sell it? Or was it confiscated?"
"I didn't sell it. I didn't sell it to the guy who made a living from it. Why would I sell it? I hadn't fallen to that point yet. At that time, I got the news that there would be a division and that those of us with assets would be liquidated in the future. So I buried some of the valuables in my family in the ancestral grave.
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