Taijiang, Miaohou Street.

This old street located behind Chenghuang Temple has a long history.

In the early years, there were many shops on Miaohou Street, gathering many pawn shops, errand shops, calligraphy and painting shops, etc.

Later, it gradually became an antique cultural and entertainment street in Taijiang City.

Similar to Panjiayuan in Beijing.

At four o'clock in the morning, before dawn, Yue Heng arrived at Miaohou Street.

He came here so early to go to the ghost market on Miaohou Street.

The name of Ghost Market is passed down from the capital, and it is a unique street stall culture.

People in the old capital city say that the ghost market is, first, it means that there are ghosts in the market, fake things, unknown origins and illegal things.

Secondly, the ghost market opened in the early morning. As soon as the sky was brightened, it naturally dissipated like the morning breeze blowing fog. There was no trace of coming and going, neither organized nor managed by anyone.

Like wild onions in the wasteland, no one knows why they grow there and how they grow so big.

This is also the case with the ghost market on Miaohou Street.

The ghost market is not available every day. Yue Heng asked the elderly who lived in Miaohou Street and found out the exact time.

Under the dim street lights, street stalls of all sizes lined up along the old street.

There are small charging desk lamps on many stalls.

But the stall owner turned the lights very dark and could only barely illuminate his seat.

From a distance, it looks as if shrouded in a layer of fog.

Very smelly.

People like Yue Heng who come to the ghost market mostly bring their own flashlights or use mobile phone flashlights to light them.

Not to mention, it was quite lively at this time.

But no one makes a noise and makes noise. Everyone tacitly abides by the rules. Whether it is bargaining or discussing chats, try to keep the volume as low as possible.

This is Yue Heng’s first visit to the Ghost Market.

So he just looked at it and didn't ask, just listen and didn't say anything.

Mixed among the crowd coming and going, and walked slowly around the Miaohou Street.

I probably feel a little assured.

Yue Heng squatted down in front of a street stall.

This stall contains some old porcelain, bronze, and jade ornaments.

The stall owner is a thin, black and middle-aged man.

He grinned and showed his mouth and let out a mouthful of burnt smoke ghost teeth: "Young man, do you want to buy something?"

Everyone who sets up stalls in the ghost market is full of human spirits.

Talking about people and talking about ghosts is their basic professional skills.

If it is those customers who come frequently, the stall owner will not speak at all, and let people choose it themselves.

Yue Heng is so young, he is obviously a rookie with great curiosity.

I don’t know anything, I just saw video photos of Ghost Market in Kuaiyin or my circle of friends.

Then he hurriedly joined in the fun.

Although such a rookie often has very little money in his pocket.

But it's easy to fool.

With the professional spirit of having a date or not, the black and thin man is still very enthusiastic.

Yue Heng swept around, pointed to a blue and white jar next to him and asked, "How did this be sold?"

"You really know the truth, do you know the origin of your family?"

The thin black man smiled so hard that his eyes narrowed into slits: "The Yuan blue and white peony pattern jar was found from Jingdezhen kiln. You can't find a second one on the entire temple back street. It's a real good thing!"

“Of course the price is also very expensive.”

Yue Heng was curious: "How many?"

The thin black man compared the gesture: "One-price, 800,000."

Yue Heng shook his head: "I can't afford it."

The thin black man frowned: "Then give me a price."

Yue Heng pondered for a moment: "Eighty?"

The thin black man immediately took a breath of cold air, and his eyes almost popped out of his sockets: "Eighty? What are you kidding? I am a Yuan blue and white pot with flowers and peony patterns!"

"All right."

Yue Heng stood up and prepared to leave.

"etc."

The thin black man reached out his hand and picked up his Yuan blue and white peony pattern jar and handed it to Yue Heng: "Trade!"

Hold the grass!

Yue Heng took it in a daze.

The black and thin man showed his collection code at a speed of lightning speed: "Scan it."

The rules of the ghost market - no regrets when bargaining.

Yue Heng scanned the code and paid 80 yuan.

The black and thin man smiled and put away the sign - making a fortune of 68 o'clock!

Yue Heng woke up and looked at the jar in his hand speechlessly.

Forget it, take it back and raise a little goldfish.

He shook his head and walked to the stall next door again.

The stall owner next door was a gray-haired old man. When he saw Yue Heng, he smiled: "Look at whatever he likes."

Yue Heng squatted down and placed the blue and white jar at his feet.

He looked around and pointed to a dark yellow paperweight and asked, "How to sell this thing?"

The old stall owner smiled and said, "Young man, you really know how to choose. This piece is the treasure of the stall. The Tianhuangshi Longhu paperweight of the Ming Dynasty. Look at the color, the carving, and the patina..."

“It’s a bit bad.”

Yue Heng interrupted the other party's rumor.

This piece of paperweight is broken, and the dragon's tail on it is gone.

The old man's face did not change his expression: "It means that it is a real old object, not that, what's the matter?"

"By the way, that defective product of modern industry!"

Yue Heng thought for a while: "Can I get started?"

"Of course."

Yue Heng took the paperweight and played with it.

It is heavy and very heavy.

He put it back and asked, "How much?"

The old man smiled and said, "I think you are an expert, please give me a price."

Yue Heng: "Eighty."

The old man almost spit out old blood on the spot.

You are a sledgehammer, eighty, eighty, eighty...

I know eighty!

His head shaking like a rattle: "Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

Although this piece of paperweight is not Tianhuang stone at all.

It is indeed a damaged product.

But the Ming Dynasty style carving and patina are both fake.

It's a real old object.

But it doesn’t have much collection value. If it’s high, it’s not worth it. If it’s low, it feels like it’s loss.

It has been a long time since it was smashed into the old man's hand.

Yue Heng curled his lips: "I think it's worth eighty, why don't you tell me the price?"
To be continued...