The immortal who travels the world

Chapter 108 Teacup
Antique Street is not far from Food Street.

A group of four finished the hot pot and chose to walk.

Although it is called an antique street, the streets are full of shops selling potted plants, fish and birds.

Walk in from the street.

Lu Yan wrinkled his nose, the scents of various flowers, potted plants and pet excrement mixed together.

Wire cages wrapped in blue plastic skins are neatly lined up at the store entrance.

Rabbits, turtles, goldfish and various birds, all kinds of pets are available.

Unlike the antique street, it looks like a flower and bird market.

Continue to go deeper.

One person, one stool, one table, and there are more stalls with gossip charts on the table and words such as fortune-telling and fortune-telling written in capitals.

The ground next to many fortune-telling booths is still covered with a layer of red cloth, and the red cloth is full of old-looking objects.

I can barely feel the breath of old stuff.

"Good guy, fortune-telling is a part-time job these days."

Peng Zhi looked at the stall in front of him and muttered.

Duan Jianhui's eyes were sore, and bloodshot eyes could be clearly seen in the whites of his eyes. He was really sleepy, so he greeted Lu Yan and the others and ran to catch up on sleep under the shade of a tree.

Lu Yan wandered casually by the side of the booth.

The kind of copper coins stained with mud and copper rust are the most common, and there are piles of them on almost every stall.

In fact, except for the copper coins that looked normal, the rest of the things were full of weirdness in Lu Yan's view.

As a real old antique that has lived for thousands of years, the so-called antique Wenwan is just a daily necessities for him in a certain period.

With the development of the times, the aesthetics gradually change.

Masters and experts in the antique industry need a huge reserve of knowledge, and Lu Yan is different from these professions.

Whether it is an old object or what period it is from, he can recognize it at a glance, just like modern people will not mistake the brand of refrigerators and TVs.

But most of the items on these stalls looked to him like an Apple phone with an Android system inside, which was extremely weird.

Even imitations are not professional.

Lu Yan's footsteps were not in a hurry, wandering along the way, and glanced at the counterfeit products on the booth, passing the time with a leisurely look.

Suddenly, he stopped, and his eyes fixed on a colorful teacup.

He quickened his pace a little, went to the booth and squatted down, picked up the teacup and looked at it carefully.

Peng Zhi has been pestering Zhao Xiaotang asking what this is and what that is.

Out of politeness, Zhao Xiaotang kept giving him answers, but most of his attention was on Lu Yan.

At this moment, seeing that Lu Yan seemed to be very interested in a certain teacup, he quickly moved towards it.

The stall owner was a middle-aged man with a flushed face, like a farmer.

Pretending to sigh with emotion, he explained: "Young man, you have a good eye. This Mingcheng Huacai cup with different animal patterns is a family heirloom, and it has been passed down to my generation. Come out and sell it, if you like it, you can take 5 yuan away."

Lu Yan ignored the stall owner and just played with the teacup in his hand in silence.

After Peng Zhi listened, he said with a teasing tone: "Brother, you are still too conservative, the stall next door is full of objects from Zhou, Qin, Han and Tang Dynasties."

Peng Zhi's yellow hair with flower arms is still quite bluffing, at least the stall owner didn't dare to get angry when he made fun of him, so he smiled sarcastically.

But still stuck his neck, insisting that this is the tea cup from the Chenghua period of the Ming Dynasty.

Zhao Xiaotang hid beside Lu Yan, looked at it for a while, and said after he was almost sure, "Uncle, Chenghua official kiln porcelain is white and delicate in texture, smooth and shiny in glaze, dense and dense in composition, mostly small and exquisite wares. .

What kind of cup is yours?It's only a small thing, and it's not up to standard for this small thing, and it's [-] yuan. You charged it for five yuan at the Yi Bird Small Commodity Store, right? "

In fact, the teacup in Lu Yan's hand is really not good-looking, the body is gray and white, and the glaze is also pitted.

The stall owner didn't feel embarrassed by Zhao Xiaotang's words, and said, "Hey, the little girl is still knowledgeable, so how much can you pay?"

In the business of setting up street stalls, if you can squeeze a fat sheep, you can squeeze it as hard as you can. If there is no fat sheep, it will be sold as well.

Make money, don't shudder.

"This cup of yours is dull in color and the strings are not full, so it's okay to make it with old craftsmanship. It's 30 yuan, and you still have to make money."

Zhao Xiaotang's tone was crisp, and after a belittling meal, he bargained directly from 30 yuan to [-] yuan.

The stall owner was a little hesitant. Although 30 yuan was profitable, it was too far from his psychological price, and he seemed to want to raise the price.

"enough."

Lu Yan's calm voice sounded, he was very displeased with Zhao Xiaotang's evaluation, "I didn't say I would buy it."

After finishing speaking, he put down the cup, stood up, turned around and walked towards the shade of the tree where Duan Jianhui was, suddenly he didn't have the interest to continue wandering around.

Because of this teacup with fighting colors and different animal patterns.

He used it.

Sitting cross-legged under the shade of a tree, resting his chin on his left hand, his pupils lost focus, as if caught in some kind of memory.

……

"Ah! Why do you kill people so casually!" the young girl screamed while covering her eyes.

In front of the girl, a man stood with a knife, the tip of which was dripping with blood.

The man looks handsome, but reveals an indifference that should not be approached by strangers.

The man didn't reply, and turned his head to leave.

The girl was stunned, and rushed over to hug the man, with snot and tears all over the man's body.

The man struggled unnaturally at first, but then he seemed to accept his fate and let the girl rub him with disgust.

"My home is gone."

The girl burst into tears and cried so hard that she finally passed out.

The girl was originally from a family of officials, but because her father violated Longwei after drinking, she was beheaded for public display, and the people in the house were exiled.

On the way to exile, the escort was killed by a passing man.

After the girl woke up, the man turned and left.

But the girl has been following behind the man.

"Do you want to have a family?" the girl asked timidly.

The man looked indifferent and kept walking.

"You should be alone, too, and I'm the only one left." The girl whispered softly, "It can be regarded as multiple companions, and I can cook."

The man looked directly into the girl's eyes indifferently, and nodded subtly.

The girl followed the man home.

It was a thatched cottage, and there was only a bed made of straw in the room, and there were not even any pots and pans. The house was really bare.

The girl looked angrily at the place where the man lived, and suddenly wondered if she had made some wrong decision.

How on earth did this man survive.

The girl tiptoed and patted the man on the shoulder.

"Hey, Menhulu, what's your name? I can't keep calling you that."

(End of this chapter)