Chapter 956 Capital Chronicle 6
Next, Lu Jiang and Feng Qingxue went to the flea market.
Because of the prevailing trend of getting rid of old ideas and culture, there are more goods in the second-hand market than before. People who have second-hand goods at home take them out and sell them to avoid attracting attention at home.
Of course, some people send their goods directly to the scrap yard instead of setting up stalls in the flea market.
Although the situation is not as severe as it was in the last few months, many things are still going on and everyone is terrified. Wouldn't it be a waste of time to put the items on the stalls and let people know that you have old stuff in your home?
Lu Jiang and Feng Qingxue didn't have to be sneaky and had a great time shopping in the flea market.
After strolling for a while, Feng Qingxue fell in love with a pair of small Yuan blue and white teapots, which were perfectly preserved. She spent two dollars to put them in her bag under the pretext of taking them home as salt jars, which made her smile brightly.
"So happy?" Lu Jiang made small talk.
"From the Qianlong era!" Feng Qingxue covered her mouth and laughed. The aesthetic tastes of Qianlong and Yongzheng were really poles apart. The porcelain from the Yongzheng era was extremely elegant, while the porcelain from the Qianlong era was so fancy that it would give people with trypophobia goose bumps immediately.
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"How much is it?" Lu Jiang squatted down and negotiated with the stall owner, a young man with shifty eyes.
Lu Jiang shrugged. He and Xi Bao were so similar, and their hobbies were also similar. He didn't know why Qianlong and Yongzheng were so different.
It has been almost five years since they became adults, and only today have they had the chance to be alone.
After walking for a few minutes, they both stopped in front of a stall filled with miscellaneous second-hand goods, about twenty or thirty items in total. But at a glance, they knew that eighty to ninety percent of them were good things, and the families that owned these things were either from wealthy or noble ancestors.
The happiest thing is that the things I bought belong completely to me. I don’t have to feel guilty about receiving them, and I don’t have to return them to the original owner.
"Of course I am happy!" Need I say more about the value of Yuan blue and white porcelain in later generations? Although it is just a teapot, not a large jar like the Yuan blue and white porcelain of Guiguzi Going Down the Mountain, its value is also extraordinary because there are too few Yuan blue and white porcelains handed down in the world.
He cherished this hard-won opportunity, so he naturally talked more, at least more than before.
After leaving the seller, Lu Jiang muttered a few words, "If it didn't have some history and value, I wouldn't even look down on such things."
The flowers are very special and the colors are so bright that they make people dizzy.
The young man stretched out his hand and flipped it over. "One hundred dollars, all included."
Lu Jiang had a good eye and he immediately picked out a fancy celestial globe vase, paid for it and put it in his backpack.
Lu Jiang casually picked up a jadeite feather tube that was all emerald green. "It's so expensive? Can you make it cheaper?"
"No!" The young man said in a very loud voice, "Big Brother, I got these things from a poor family of Eight Bannermen. Their ancestors were princes! They couldn't make ends meet and had to sell their belongings for decades. I went to their house to get these things before their house was ransacked. It cost me ninety yuan. You have to let me make some money, right?"
In fact, he spent fifty dollars, but he couldn't tell that to the buyer.
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Lu Jiang smiled slightly, "I'm not saying anything, but under the current circumstances, there aren't many buyers coming to the flea market, right? Only those who really need a plate or a chair at home come here to look around. No one is interested in the things on your stall, right? At least along the way, no one has visited your stall from beginning to end."
(End of this chapter)