Chapter 164 Chapter 164 Just strolling around.
In Capital University these days, the Cultural Relics Lovers Association is considered a very niche society, with more than 90% of its members being students from the Department of Archaeology.
Mu Mian, a student from the Economics Department, mixed in with the group and indeed attracted a lot of attention at the beginning.
The senior student who interviewed her thought she was just curious and wanted to know more.
After asking her, I found out that compared with some freshmen, Mu Mian knew a lot. I even asked her seriously why she didn't apply for the archaeology department.
Mu Mian had seriously considered this issue when he was filling out his application. He studied with Teacher Yang and Teacher He purely because he almost threw away a good bird feeder as waste, and he had nothing to do at that time.
But she didn't like it that much as to make it a major in college or even a job in the future.
To sum it up simply, I have interest but not much, not to the extent of passion.
However, when he was in the team, Mu Mian also studied hard.
Specifically, she can fully participate in every learning activity organized by the association and can chat along, instead of being unable to understand what is being said.
After one semester, Mu Mian made a few good friends in the association.
The classmate who invited her this time was called Li Danqin, a freshman in the Department of Archaeology. She was 20 years old this year and a native of the capital. She had elders in her family working in a cultural relics store, so she grew up being influenced by them.
Among all the people in the association, Mu Mian gets along best with Li Danqin, because he is also a person who likes to rummage around in the scrap yard whenever he has time.
To some extent, we are birds of a feather.
July 8th was a Saturday, and the Archaeology Department’s exams ended at the same time as Mu Mian’s department, with the last exam coming yesterday afternoon.
The two made an appointment that Li Danqin would come to Anfeng Hutong to find Mu Mian this morning.
After eight o'clock, Li Danqin appeared at the gate. Eleven was taking a nap under a tree behind the gate.
Li Danqin was a little afraid of dogs. When she saw the big black dog standing there, she didn't dare to go in. She stood at the door and called out twice, "Mu Mian, Mu Mian, are you there?"
Her voice was quite loud, so Mu Mian naturally heard it and shouted back, "Yes, yes, I'll be right there!"
The old lady poked her head out, and seeing that the little girl didn't dare to come in, she called out to Eleven, and Eleven obediently moved to another seat.
The old lady smiled at Li Danqin and said, "Xiaoqin, right? Come in and sit for a while."
Li Danqin saw the dog walking away and walked into the house, "Hello, grandma."
The old lady smiled and said, "Okay, okay."
Mu Mian rushed out of the house with his bag on his back, followed by Xixi.
The little girl also wanted to go and play, so Mu Mian naturally agreed to her request.
Xixi did very well in the final exam this time and successfully got the first place in the class. Although she only got 0.5 points more than the second place, 0.5 points is still a point. The total score added up is higher than the second place. The little girl was so proud that she walked in a skipping manner these days.
Mu Mian looked at Li Danqin, "Would you like to drink some water and sit for a while?"
Li Danqin shook her head. "No, no, I drank it before I went out."
The two adults and one child said hello to the old lady and went out. The three of them walked along the alley and chatted casually.
Li Danqin: "Why is your grandma the only one at home?"
Mu Mian: "My sister-in-law is here too. She's busy in the house."
Nie Sihui had found a small business to make money long before the holiday. She had a good classmate whose family had some connections with a rubber factory.
Nie Sihui bought some rubber bands from her classmates at a low price. They were unprocessed and yellow in color.
She is very dexterous and can make things, so she wants to make some hair circles and sell them.
This idea was proposed by Mu Mian, after all, there are already several people in the family who prepare food.
Strictly speaking, this hair band business is a partnership between the aunt and the sister-in-law. Mu Mian has a good eye and has designed a wide variety of styles, which are very beautiful and are not available on the market yet.
Xixi loved the drawing alone and said that she wanted to change two a day and never repeat a single one in a month!
At this moment, the three of them were chatting and soon they reached the bus stop.
They were going to Xicheng District, which was a bit far from here and took more than 50 minutes by bus.
It was almost half past nine when Mu Mian and the others got off the bus.
At that time, the antique market had not yet taken shape. This was actually a second-hand goods market. Because there was a cultural relics store here, some people who collected bottles and jars from the village liked to set up a small stall here.
Mu Mian had heard of this place in his previous life. It was one of the most famous antique markets in the capital.
There are only a few people scattered around in this not-so-big alley, and not many of them are setting up stalls.
Xixi looked around curiously and asked in a low voice, "Are there really antiques on these stalls?"
Li Danqin laughed and said, "It's possible, but you need to be very lucky or have very good eyesight."
It's not something that ordinary people can encounter, such as finding a bargain.
Xixi immediately said: "My aunt is lucky."
Mu Mian put his arm around his niece's shoulders and said, "It's just luck, not good eyesight, right?"
Xixi laughed and made a face, "It's all good, it's all good, Gu is the best!"
Li Danqin took Mu Mian's other arm and was overjoyed. "It's not good to teach the younger generation to lie. We have to seek truth from facts."
Xixi pulled her aunt's hand on her shoulder and asked, "Sister Danqin, do you have the best eyesight?"
Now it was Mu Mian's turn to laugh, "Take out the word 'dingding' and she'll be just as bad as your aunt and me."
Li Danqin raised her chin and laughed, "My uncle has always said to me that my vision is not very good, but my luck is good."
Although she has some family background in this field, Li Danqin is not the kind of person who is naturally sensitive to this industry. However, she likes it very much and enjoys taking some scrap metal home.
It often happens that if this one looks real, I buy it; if that one looks real, I buy it too.
Sometimes, you can find one or two valuable things among this pile of junk.
To put it simply, fools have good luck.
It's no wonder that the two of them get along best. Mu Mian used to do the same thing when she rummaged through the scrap yard. She picked up whatever looked good, and she picked up a bird food can worth about a thousand dollars.
Although she learned some things later, Mu Mian believed that her level was only at the level of understanding the basics.
This industry is too complicated and you can’t handle it without some basic knowledge. Even experts with decades of experience have times when they make mistakes.
At this moment, while the three of them were talking for a few words, they had unknowingly walked to a small stall.
Li Danqin squatted down and picked up a collection of essays to read.
Look, the stall owner saw that it was two young ladies with a little girl, and he boasted, "Little girl, let me tell you, this is a Song edition. You know, one page of a Song edition is worth one or two gold coins, it's very valuable. This one is five yuan, if you can find someone who knows the value of it, you may be able to resell it for several times the amount."
Li Danqin's mouth twitched, with an expression that said 'Do I look like a fool?', "Uncle, you don't even want five cents when you collect this."
The uncle who did buy a lot of them at the scrap price: “………………”
Mu Mian squatted beside him and said, "The handwriting is quite beautiful."
As for the Song Dynasty edition, it is obviously not that. It is just an ordinary collection of essays. It is really bold to ask for five yuan.
The uncle didn't respond to the suggestion that it was not worth five cents, and said to himself: "If you want it, I'll give you a bargain price of one yuan."
Li Danqin: "One cent is about right."
There are so many missing pages that there are only two or three complete articles, and the rest are missing.
Xixi had obviously never seen anyone bargaining like this before. She looked at this and that with her eyes wide open, feeling very curious.
In the end, the little deal naturally didn't go through, one person thought it was too shabby and didn't want to buy it, and the other thought the price was too low and didn't want to sell it.
After walking a little further, there were two stalls not far from each other.
Li Danqin squatted on the ground and looked at a jade carving for a long time. During this time, Mu Mian took a fancy to a leather hand drum in the stall next to her. She picked it up and looked at it carefully. "It looks very heavy."
This uncle is also a quick learner, "It is made of red sandalwood, so of course it has weight. This hand drum has a great origin. When a certain opera troupe performed for the Queen Mother, they used this."
Mu Mian: “………………”
It turns out that the more valuable it is, the more it is boasted.
Mu Mian looked as if he was listening carefully and asked casually, "Really? What opera is it?"
The uncle started playing the flute again.
Mu Mian listened and looked at it carefully. Although this thing didn't look like rosewood, for some reason it looked more and more real the more he looked at it.
Just as Mu Mian was thinking this, his peripheral vision was attracted by a flat round purple clay teapot next to him.
The uncle opened his mouth and started talking again. Normally speaking, there is a story behind every antique.
While listening to the uncle's story, Mu Mian thought to himself that there were probably seven or eight stories behind each item on this stall, or maybe even more, depending on how the stall owner wanted to tell the story.
The stall owner chattered for a while, and Mu Mian's eyes narrowed. She subconsciously looked at Li Danqin not far away.
At this moment, Mu Mian had only one thought in her mind, that she seemed to have been infected by the other party, otherwise why did this and that seem real?
Theoretically, it is possible that there are real things in the stalls outside.
After all, the stall owners' eyesight is not necessarily very good, so it is normal for them to make mistakes. Otherwise, how could they make up so many stories?
When the uncle saw that Mu Mian was interested in the leather hand drum and the purple clay teapot, he immediately offered 30 yuan for two pieces.
Since he dared to ask for it, Mu Mian naturally dared to cut it as well, and he just opened his mouth and asked for three pieces.
After much discussion, we finally settled on ten yuan.
After Mu Mian paid, Li Danqin also bought three items. After they walked away, Li Danqin whispered, "I think this blue and white covered jar must be real. And this small Buddha sculpture, look at its lines, it is exactly the same as what my uncle said before, it must be correct."
Mu Mian agreed, "I think the hand drum and pot look real, too."
Especially this purple clay teapot, if she really didn’t make a mistake, it would be worth a lot of money! !
But the stall owner didn’t seem to think so. Come to think of it, if the stall owner had noticed it, he wouldn’t have displayed it so openly.
Xixi, who had just been watching and not saying much, couldn't hold it in any longer and said seriously, "There are so many real antiques here?"
After she finished speaking, Mu Mian and Li Danqin looked at each other and laughed at the same time.
Not to mention, they themselves found it ridiculous. How could so many of them be true?
It's just that my eyesight isn't good enough, so I just make do with my feelings.
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