After passing the shed and walking for another ten minutes, everyone's view suddenly opened up, as if a ray of sunlight suddenly shone into the sky covered by dark clouds, and the front was bright.
There was also a group of straw huts in front, with a kerosene lamp hanging on each hut. The huts were separated into two sides, forming a street in the middle.
There were people walking back and forth on the street, but without exception they were all disguised. At least after leaving this ghost market, no one could recognize who was who.
No one was making any loud noises, and even if they spoke, they lowered their voices and the two of them huddled together to communicate.
Jiang Yanqing and his group of five quickly blended into the crowd and did not attract anyone's attention. The sellers were quietly guarding their things, and the buyers were searching around for what they wanted.
After the two men came in, they disappeared in the blink of an eye. When Jiang Yanqing reacted, she asked a few questions. Tang Lei said that he had agreed with them to gather at the entrance after finishing their business.
Jiang Yanqing then completely focused her attention on the ghost market. Just as Tang Lei had said before, most of the items sold there were antiques, calligraphy and paintings, as well as porcelain and pottery.
There was also a stall selling wooden toy guns. Of course, people who came in here would not be naive enough to think that the stall was really selling toy guns. He had a knapsack on his shoulder, and there was a person next to him reaching in and groping around.
This action lasted for a while, and it was obvious that the rules did not allow taking it out. After groping for a while, the man stuck his head in and felt around, his mouth moving. The two must have agreed on a price. With one hand, the money was handed over, and the seller handed the sack to the buyer with the other hand, then turned around and disappeared into the dim night.
Jiang Yanqing and Fang Mingxiao witnessed the entire transaction. After they left, Fang Mingxiao asked in a low voice, "Is there anything you want to buy?"
Tang Lei's attention had just been attracted by a stall selling porcelain, and he was now standing in front of the stall with his hands behind his back, looking at it.
You can look at things here freely, but the antique market has its own rules.
First, there is no return policy. The antique industry is an industry that relies on knowledge and vision. If you make a profit, it is due to your ability. If you lose money, it is due to your lack of skills. You cannot return the goods.
Second, avoid onlookers when transactions are taking place. When there are customers in the store and the owner is doing business, others should temporarily avoid it.
Third, do not rush to buy or compete for the goods. Do not ask the price while buying goods, and do not intervene when the buyer and seller are bargaining.
Even if you like something, don’t take it from someone else. If it falls, it will be difficult to clearly determine the responsibility.
Fifth, peers should avoid making false comments. After the buyer purchases the product, others should not make any comments about it.
Sixth, strict confidentiality. All information about products, prices, authenticity, and other information between peers and merchants is kept confidential.
These are the general rules to be followed. I think Tang Lei also understands some of them. After watching for a long time without taking any action, Jiang Yanqing stopped looking at him.
There was a stall with some inconspicuous fabrics, which instantly attracted Jiang Yanqing's attention. Jiang Yanqing pulled Fang Mingxiao over quickly.
There were only two pieces of cloth, one was pure white with a yellowish tint under the candlelight, and the other was slightly gray. Jiang Yanqing was a little delighted, because this was natural silk!
He looked up at the seller and asked, "How much are these two pieces of cloth?"
The seller stood behind the stall, his short body wrapped in a loose coat, and replied in a hoarse voice, "Ten meters for one dollar, one dollar and fifteen cents."
The price was indeed not cheap, but the silk fabric had a slight luster. Somehow, Jiang Yanqing liked it very much and wanted to buy it.
After thinking for a moment, he said, "Two dollars and twenty-five, I'll take both."
The seller was silent for a while and nodded. Jiang Yanqing took out twenty-five yuan from his pocket and handed it over. He picked up two pieces of cloth and touched them in his hands. The quality was better than he expected.
Fang Mingxiao looked at Jiang Yanqing's curved eyebrows and knew how happy she was smiling under the mask. He asked softly, "What kind of fabric is this? Why do you like it so much?"
Jiang Yanqing raised an eyebrow, pulled Fang Mingxiao aside, and explained, "This whiter piece is mulberry silk, and this one is pressed silk."
Tussah silkworms eat tussah leaves, and mulberry silkworms eat mulberry leaves. Because they eat different things, the silk they produce is also different.
Mulberry silk is of the slender type, white in color with a slight yellowish tint, delicate to the touch, with a special smell of animal fiber, and excellent elasticity.
Tussah silk has excellent heat resistance and insulation properties, and is very resistant to acids and alkalis.
The quality of these two pieces of silk is very good, better than all the silk he had seen in his previous life, so Jiang Yanqing was determined to get them.
After admiring the silk for a while, he looked at Fang Mingxiao and said, "When we get back, I'll cut two pieces and make two pairs of gloves for you. You'll always have to come into contact with medicinal herbs, and medicine is three-quarters toxic, so it's better to keep some distance."
Fang Mingxiao felt a stream of hot water flowing into his heart, instantly enveloping his entire heart and warming it up bit by bit.
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