Chapter 269： touch porcelain

"It's better to go around and see what other stalls have. Ten thousand yuan is placed on this morning market stall. Although it's not too much, it's not too small. It should still be able to exchange some good things. After all, this is not a place. What kind of auction is not an authoritative antique shop, it can guarantee the authenticity of antiques... If it really doesn't work, just follow the original plan." Qiao Yixin thought to herself, now that she doesn't have 18,000, she will stay. It's not a problem here, or should I go to other stalls to see if there is a turnaround?

It really doesn't work, she buys a cheap thing first, then sells it, and then goes shopping to see if she can find something that suits her heart.

Qiao Yixin thought so, her body moved, she stood up and walked deep into the street.

What the middle-aged stall owner said was true. He didn't sell if he didn't sell it. Seeing Qiao Yi'an standing up and preparing to walk into the distance, the other party never stopped her in the slightest, but watched her leave. , it is completely different from the style of other stall owners. If Qiao Yian hadn't known that this person really planned to sell those two things to her, she would have wondered if this person had seen through something, if he planned to hold the Ming Dynasty agarwood landscape painting brush holder in her hand go to auction.

Just as Qiao Yian took a few steps, when he was at a corner, he grabbed Qiao Yian's sleeve with one hand, and the other party suddenly appeared, almost startling Qiao Yian.

Unexpectedly, it turned out to be a fifteen- or sixteen-year-old girl who was holding Qiao Yi'an's arm!

The other party looked immature, wearing the school uniform of Xinghai City No. 3 Middle School, but he was only half a head shorter than Qiao Yian.

"Sister is going to the booth to see something? Do you want to go to our booth? Those are the old things that my grandmother and I collected from the countryside." Qiao Yian didn't speak, the other party said first, a pair of Smart eyes, staring at Qiao Yi'an, for fear that she would refuse, and quickly added: "My grandma's booth is there, very close!"

As he spoke, he hurriedly showed Qiao Yian the way. Following the direction of the other person's finger, Qiao Yian clearly saw that at the door of a shop that bought handicrafts and strange stones, an old woman of about sixty or seventy years old was walking. Sitting there, different from other booths, there are also some scattered on the other booth, although I can't see what it is, but it is too different from the large number of other booths.

In addition, the location was a bit remote, blocked by the stall in front, so there was no one in the other side's stall, which was a bit deserted compared to the lively Long Neck next to it.

Qiao Yian thought for a while, and felt that it was okay to look at it. Anyway, she was on the street, what else was there to be afraid of?

Walking to the other party's booth, Qiao Yian found that there were far fewer items in the booth than she thought, and there were less than 20 or 30 pieces. , but the specifics of how to use the ability will only be known after reading it.

Qiao Yi'an stared at a few things on the booth, and saw a beautiful lotus leaf-shaped brush washer on the booth, glowing with a faint cyan halo. The halo emanating from that pen wash is not big, five or six centimeters in size, but the strong anger in the halo makes Qiao Yian simply delighted!

Just as Qiao Yian stretched out his hand to wash the pen in his hand, a scream suddenly sounded in his ear. He only heard the sound of smashing china, and the little girl shouted from the side: "Oh! Sister, how did you put us The Qing Dynasty blue-and-white porcelain bowl with dragon pattern that was passed down from the family was accidentally broken?!"