The ticket checking and selling here are very primitive.

There were no votes. The villagers took the 200 yuan and looked at it, then counted 4 heads and let them pass.

Others who wanted to come over were stopped behind.

Yang Li said: "What on earth is in here? Why is it so expensive?"

Liu Rong was already sure that there was something inside, and he said very calmly: "You'll know just by looking ahead. You can see many people setting up stalls under the trees over there."

Directly in front of them was an original country road.

There are deep ruts on the surface where workers have walked for many years.

At this time, under the rows of trees on the roadside, there were stalls of various sizes squatting.

Judging from the appearance of those shopkeepers, they are all dressed up as old farmers.

There are one or two young people, but generally there are not many young people. Most young people are maintaining order.

Yang Zhengyu looked while walking, and then he showed a strange look. The sight in front of him shocked him greatly.

Looking up, there are rows of stalls, each stall is covered with cloth of a different color, and then there are porcelain, jade and gold and silver jewelry on them.

The team continued along the road, with a space of about two to three hundred meters.

Many people gathered in front of the stalls to bargain, and some even spoke with accents from other places.

Liu Rong said proudly: "Look, I'm not wrong, there will be good things here."

Yang Zhengyu's eyes became strange. He had never heard of a cultural and entertainment market here before. Why did it suddenly appear on such a large scale now?

I've never heard anyone say that before.

The economic level of my family is average. If there is such a large-scale cultural and entertainment trading market, it will definitely become a major industry.

But in the more than ten years he has been here, he has never heard of it.

But maybe because of his arrival, many things in this plane have changed, and there will be a market for cultural toys here.

After Yang Zhengyu thought about it for a while, he rejected his idea. This is impossible.

When he was in Xijing, he had already learned about the domestic cultural and entertainment market. He had marked all the large and small cultural and entertainment markets on the map.

If it existed here, he would definitely have heard of it, but obviously if he didn't hear it, it means it didn't exist here before.

Yang Zhengyu was walking and talking, and had already reached the first stall.

He just glanced at it casually, not intending to find anything suitable here.

However, a series of messages popped up in the system.

[Authentic blue and white porcelain of the Yuan Dynasty.]

[Women’s jewelry from the Qing Dynasty, authentic]

[Ming Dynasty folding fan, authentic]

In an instant, many real people appeared. Yang Zhengyu cast a strange look. His eyes swept across the things on the stall, and his eyes widened in an instant.

This is impossible, the dozens of things on this stall are all real.

This content is really too high.

Yang Zhengyu asked: "Boss, how do you sell the things here?"

"The things we have here are all genuine and guaranteed to be replaced. If you want to buy them, there is no bargaining. Each one is 100,000 yuan."

"We don't accept transfers here. We only accept cash if you don't have a bank card."

Liu Rong asked: "What if we don't have cash?"

"Then we won't sell it to you, it's that simple."

Liu Rong was stunned when he heard this. They set off in a hurry and really didn't prepare any cash.

Only then did Yang Zhengyu understand. No wonder some of the people he saw on the road were carrying large bags in their hands and hugging them tightly.

It's probably all money.

Yang Zhengyu looked at the things on the ground. At this price, 100,000 yuan a piece is not expensive, and he can basically earn several million by changing hands.

But there is no such good thing in this world. How could it be so easy for them to succeed in picking up the missing pieces?

His sister and brother-in-law looked at him inquiringly, and even his father looked confused.

"Brother, is this thing real or fake? Can I buy it?"

Yang Zhengyu said: "Is it true or false? I can't say, but this thing looks interesting."

Yang Jianguo said: "Son, what do you mean? Are you saying this is true?"

Yesterday, Yang Jianguo and Yang Zhengyu appraised Wu Aunt's porcelain bottle.

He had a preliminary understanding of Yang Zhengyu's speaking skills, so when he heard Yang Zhengyu say this, he immediately understood that Yang Zhengyu meant that this thing was true.

Thinking about this, Yang Jianguo's eyes revealed greed.

"Then we might as well send someone outside to get the money."

Now my sister and brother-in-law are a little embarrassed. Their family's money has been repaid and the loan has been paid off long ago. How can they still have capital now?

Yang Jianguo said: "Your mother still has 100,000 yuan in her bankbook, why don't you take it out."

Liu Rong said: "Then we have to go together. With so much money, what if something happens along the way?"

Yang Zhengyu said: "Don't worry, let me take a look again."

He stretched out his hand to stop the excited family.

"Hey, what do you mean? Do you want to buy it? If not, don't stand in front of us."

They stood and watched for a long time without making a move. The people waiting behind could not wait any longer.

As soon as they finished speaking, the people behind them squeezed in front of them and almost stepped on the stall.

At this time, Yang Zhengyu was keenly aware of the stall in front of him, and the boss didn't seem to be panicked at all.

If these things are all high-end literature and entertainment.

Why is the stall owner not in a hurry? And even if it is a worthless thing, selling for 100,000 yuan, the stall owner is not afraid of being trampled on?

With such doubts, Yang Zhengyu stepped aside and watched.

The stall owner said: "We don't bargain. I didn't sell this to you myself. The village took the money. We just sell it for the village."

Listening to their conversation one after another, Yang Zhengyu probably understood that the stall owners selling things in front of him were just salesmen from the village, and the ownership of these things belonged to the village.

But where did the village import so many things?

Yang Zhengyu thought of the second stall while walking.

At this time, a series of prompts popped up in the system.

The 20 or so items in this stall are all high-end literary toys.

Yang Zhengyu has been here for a month. He has been looking for treasures and has handled many treasures, but he has never encountered a market with so many genuine goods.

For a moment, he thought the system was broken.

Yang Zhengyu squatted on the ground and picked up a silver hairpin on the ground.

The system told him that this was a hairpin from the Qing Dynasty, and that this ordinary cultural toy could be worth tens of thousands of dollars.

Yang Zhengyu took the hairpin and looked at the sun.

He did not rely on the system's prompts, but made judgments based on the experiences he had learned these days.

It looks like this hairpin is actually real.
Chapter completed!