Chapter 226: Treasure Hunt in Antique Street

"I don't want to have a baby either. A man can enjoy one second, but a woman has to devote her whole life to it. A silkworm will not stop spinning silk until it dies, and a candle will not stop shedding tears until it turns to ashes. I don't want to become a silkworm or a candle just to have a baby."

Sheng Baojun's face was full of disgust. People like her were only suitable to live alone. It would be better for her not to start a family and harm men and children.

"What you said is so scary. Children are so cute. I want to have children. I want to have six. It's a blessing in disguise!" Tian Xinxin is full of hope for the future. She also said, "I want to find a handsome man who is 180cm tall to be my husband. It would be best if the children I have are like him, tall and good-looking. It would be so cool to take them out!"

"Go ahead and have a baby. Our country's population contribution depends on you. Give me and Weibo's share as well." Sheng Baojun patted her shoulder with a smile, showing his full support for the girl.

"And my share, please!"

Jiang Hanyan said seriously that she didn't want to have children either.

"And mine, thank you!"

Zhou Yuxin smiled slightly.

Tian Xinxin blinked, then realized what was happening and yelled, "What's wrong with you? Children are so cute, why don't you have them? My mom told me to have more and even said she'd pay for the babysitters."

"If you help us give birth to the baby, we will pay for the nanny and also cover the money for milk powder." Jiang Hanyan said with a smile.

"I'll take care of the diapers." Ji Weibo said with a smile.

"I'll pay for the child's tuition." Sheng Baojun raised his hand and said.

"Then I will give the child pocket money." Zhou Yuxin said slowly.

"I won't have any more children. If you don't want to have any children, I won't have any more either."

"No, you have to give birth, we all support you!"

"No, by then you will all be beautiful and I will be a shrew. Humph, I don't want to have a baby!"

The girls were walking and chatting, and then they separated downstairs in the community. Jiang Hanyan wanted to go home, while Sheng Baojun and the others went to Tian Xinxin's house to warm her house.

After breakfast the next day, Jiang Hanyan and Lu Chen went to the antique market. The market was not big and looked very simple. There were some old things spread randomly on the ground, including books, porcelain, bronzes, copper coins, etc. It looked very messy and it was difficult to tell the real from the fake.

Jiang Hanyan picked out a few ancient coins, all of which were real. She could feel it when she held them in her hands. Real ancient coins contained spiritual energy. The older the coins were, the stronger the spiritual energy was. She couldn't tell the age, but there was a lot of spiritual energy, so they must be good things.

There was a pile of ancient coins on the stall, five of which were real. Jiang Hanyan picked them all out and even picked out a few fake ones. Then she asked, "How much?"

"These are all treasures from the Tang Dynasty. Did Li Shimin know about them? They are from his dynasty."

The stall owner was talking nonstop when he was interrupted by Jiang Hanyan, "I want to buy these, name a price."

"five hundred!"

The stall owner stretched out his hand, his eyes rolling rapidly. He thought that the young couple looked like fools with a lot of money, so he had to charge them a lot of money for a good meal.

"Five hundred for such a few lousy coins? No!"

Jiang Hanyan threw the ancient coins away and turned away. In fact, those five ancient coins were worth far more than five hundred yuan, but shopping in the antique market depended on eyesight and luck. Being able to find treasures at the lowest price was a real skill.

"Hey, the price is negotiable. Don't leave yet, let's talk it over!"

The stall owner kept shouting and even chased after the customer. Jiang Hanyan hesitated for a while, then stopped and said, "You are not sincere in selling. Tell me the real price and I will buy it."

"Since you are sincere in buying it, I will give you a fair price of four hundred and fifty. It is very fair!"

"Have you let a dog chew your conscience? For a hundred dollars, I'll buy ten. If you don't want to sell them, forget it."

Jiang Hanyan didn't offer a particularly low price. Those four real ancient coins could be sold for tens of thousands of yuan even now, and they would definitely increase tenfold in a few decades.

But the stall owners will definitely not suffer any loss, as they collect these ancient coins by kilogram and can buy a large pile for just a few dollars.

"Girl, please give me some more. One hundred dollars is not even enough for the fare."

"Forget it, I'll buy it somewhere else."

Jiang Hanyan was about to leave again, but the stall owner stopped her decisively, "Okay, it's just one hundred yuan!"

The stall owner looked pained on the surface, but he was actually very happy. Most of the ancient coins here were made in factories, and there were a few that he bought from an old couple in the countryside for five dollars. The old couple were very happy and thought they had made a great bargain.

He asked someone to look at the ancient coin and it didn't look real, so he put it on the stall to sell. Not to mention a hundred yuan, he would have been willing to sell it even for ten yuan.

Jiang Hanyan paid a hundred yuan and put ten ancient coins in her bag, which were actually transferred into the space.

The stall owner next door was so envious that he shouted, "Girl, come and have a look at my new vase from the Ming Dynasty. It's definitely a real antique."

Jiang Hanyan looked at the Ming Dynasty vase that the stall owner pointed to. It looked fancy and bright, with a bit of antique charm, but it looked very new. Although she had not yet handled it, based on her part-time job in a museum for several years in her previous life, she could tell that the vase was a fake.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

But there was really something good on this stall. He could sense the rich spiritual energy before he even touched it. Lu Chen also felt it. He whispered in Jiang Hanyan's ear: "That black pottery jar seems unusual."

"It's a good thing, don't show it."

Jiang Hanyan whispered to him that the pottery jar was more than a foot tall, with a small neck and a large body. It was black with a hint of green and looked very inconspicuous. It was a bit like the rice jar used to store rice at home when he was a child.

The two walked over, and the stall owner greeted them warmly: "This vase is a genuine product from the Ming Dynasty. It will definitely look high-end and elegant when placed in your home. Are you buying decorations for your new house? This vase is absolutely suitable and not expensive. Only 600 yuan for a pair. I'm giving it to you at a reasonable price."

"It's too expensive. The vase I bought in the market was only thirty." Jiang Hanyan said disdainfully.

"Sister, those in the market are common goods that come out of the factory assembly line. Mine are antiques, they are different!"

Jiang Hanyan glanced at him, picked up a vase, turned it upside down, revealing a few lines of small words underneath -

Qingfeng Sanren was born in the year of Bingzi.

The Bingzi Year was last year, and this pair of vases was made last year, hundreds of years after the Ming Dynasty. Jiang Hanyan did not make a fuss until she heard the stall owner say, "This Qingfeng Sanren was a master in the Ming Dynasty, and the vases he made are very famous. Sister, you will definitely not lose out if you buy them back, and they will even appreciate in value!"

Jiang Hanyan secretly laughed and deliberately said, "Two hundred yuan, I'll buy a pair. If you don't agree, forget it."

"Sister, can you add a little more? Three hundred is ok?"

"How about you just give me some money, please?" The stall owner kept lowering the price, his face full of pain.

"You're only two hundred and fifty, just two hundred, if you don't want to, forget it!"

Jiang Hanyan rolled her eyes, and the stall owner chuckled and said, "Okay, that's two hundred. I didn't make a penny, but I paid for the trip. I'll be friends with you two."

In fact, he was making a lot of money. A pair of vases only cost 15 yuan, and one order could support him for a whole day.

Jiang Hanyan took out two hundred yuan, suddenly pointed at the black pottery jar, and said to Lu Chen coquettishly: "This is just right for storing rice. I have been shopping for a long time and still can't find a suitable rice jar. This one is pretty good."

The stall owner's mouth twitched and his eyes looked a little strange, but he didn't remind her. He even said, "Girl, you have good eyesight. This jar is very solid. It's perfect for storing rice. It won't get worms or mold."

(End of this chapter)