C34

The old market, to put it bluntly, was where the county town kept its old items.

In recent years, it was widely believed that old things, old things, were not good things.

If he were to smash it, it would be better to throw it away.

Therefore, almost every day, there would be people pulling broken carts, carts of smashed beds, cabinets, tables, and some other items to throw at the junk market.

The junk market was messy, like a mountain of garbage.

Some families who didn't have money would go inside to look for things, spend a few cents to a few cents, and take away some things they could use.

Zhao Xiangyun walked to the door and discovered that there was someone standing guard there. It was an old man around the age of fifty, wearing an old shirt. He looked malnourished, and his face was slightly swollen.

Zhao Xiangyun said to the old man, "Uncle, I'm here to look for the old lock, there is no one working in the city, without Industrial Voucher, I can't afford to buy a new lock, can I go in there to look for one?"

The old man glanced at Zhao Xiangyun. Other than Fatty, he did not see anything else.

"Go on, take what you should and what you shouldn't, you know that, right?" The old man said.

Zhao Xiangyun thought the old man was afraid that he would steal something, so he raised both of his hands, "Uncle, I won't steal anything.

The old man waved his hand and said impatiently, "Go, go!"

Zhao Xiangyun walked inside. From the moment she entered the door, she could see a lot of things that were thrown on the ground.

Old furniture, broken pots, broken iron, broken copper, and some waste paper.

Zhao Xiangyun really suspected that she could find the lock that she needed.

After searching for a long time, not only was he unable to find the lock, he wasn't even able to find a bigger lock.

Just as he was thinking about whether he should leave or not, suddenly, an undamaged bed in the corner attracted Zhao Xiangyun's attention.

The main difference was the exquisite carving on the bed, as well as the color of the wood. It was a light purple, and the texture seemed to be very good. As he went closer, he could smell a faint fragrance.

It seems like … rosewood.

Although Zhao Xiangyun only taught yoga in her previous life, she had a good family background, and could be considered half a rich person.

He also knew a few friends who liked to collect antiques.

He had a certain understanding of these things.

Violet sandalwood was a rare species of wood. A tea table was worth over a hundred thousand yuan.

If it was a cupboard or a bed, the price would be even higher.

In addition to this bed, it was extremely skillful. It was completely unlike the objects in the world today. It was completely an antique.

At the very least, it was worth a million dollars.

A million, what kind of concept was that? One bed was the equivalent of a suite.

As Zhao Xiangyun watched this, her heart ached.

With such a large bed, even if she was alone, she wouldn't be able to move it.

It was left there just like that. This time, it was better to come in.

Perhaps the next time, it would be a broken wall.

Zhao Xiangyun almost did not dare to imagine that scene.

Her hand unconsciously touched the edge of the bed. Zhao Xiangyun could not help but think that if she had a way, she would be able to make the bed disappear.

With that thought, in the blink of an eye, the large bed made of rosewood instantly disappeared from Zhao Xiangyun's sight.

Zhao Xiangyun was so scared that she retreated a few steps back and almost fell to the ground.

Even after a long time, she still couldn't figure out where that bed had gone to.

He carefully searched the entire house, but he still couldn't find any traces of her.

Zhao Xiangyun almost gave up.

At that moment, she remembered something.

Before the bed disappeared, she touched it with her hand and thought, I wish I could disappear.

Was it because of this?

She picked up a piece of wood from the ground and repeated it to herself, hoping it would disappear.

For the first time, the wood disappeared.

Could he come back?

Just as Zhao Xiangyun thought this, the disappeared log appeared again.

Zhao Xiangyun stared blankly and thought of the broken bowl on her back.

The ability to make things disappear and come back was a bit like space.

Was this the second golden finger he brought with him when he broke the bowl?

Zhao Xiangyun removed the basket from her back and took out the broken bowl.

He still had an ordinary look, and he didn't look any different.

Can those things disappear, can the broken bowl disappear?

Zhao Xiangyun held the broken bowl in her hand, closed her eyes, and had a thought in the bottom of her heart.

When he opened his eyes again, the broken bowl had disappeared.

Furthermore, a black circle appeared on Zhao Xiangyun's right wrist. That circle was not complete, it looked exactly the same as the place where the bowl was cut off.

Zhao Xiangyun suppressed the joy in her heart and started searching the junk market to find more things she could use.

Most of them are expensive wood, red sandalwood, yellow pears... However, there were no more well-preserved beds like that one. They were all smashed, but they were still very valuable.

In order to not arouse suspicion, Zhao Xiangyun found some unremarkable wood.

Broken pot, dishes.

Dishes and dishes were not things of this era. Looking at the prints, they should be of the Qing Dynasty.

But it wasn't worth much, after all, it wasn't something that came from the four great official kilns.

From Zhao Xiangyun's understanding, the industry of antiques was actually quite deep.

It wasn't something from an ancient era, so it was worth it.

It had to be something of good quality that came from a good place.

Otherwise, even though they were in the prime of their life, they wouldn't be able to sell for a good price.

Zhao Xiangyun took out the thing she wanted bit by bit.

Finally, he said to the old man who was guarding the door, "I didn't find the lock, but I think the wood is pretty good. We can use it as firewood." There's no need to buy them when we're at home. "

There were quite a few people who came to the junk market to pick up old stuff.

Most of them were older than Zhao Xiangyun, and all they had were dishes, broken teapots, etc.

Thus, the old man did not suspect anything.

However, when she saw Zhao Xiangyun buying wood to burn, she could not help but say, "You are a country child? These lousy trees can be cut in the mountains! "

This meant that Zhao Xiangyun did not need to waste money to buy these things.

"Yeah, but my aunt is cleaning the toilet in the city. She always says that we can't afford to buy coal at home, so she asks us to send some wood."

"However, recently, my family has been busy harvesting. Who has the time to do so? That's why …"

This explanation made sense.

"Well, take it back after the scale!"

That pile of broken wood didn't seem like much, but it weighed at least four to five hundred Jin.

Add a few broken bowls.

"You gave … You give me two dollars! " The old man casually said a number.

Anyway, these pieces of wood weren't worth much.

"Two?" Zhao Xiangyun was in a daze.

That much stuff is only two dollars?

"Too many? Go somewhere else! If you don't want it, then there are a lot of people who do. " The old man said snappily.

Zhao Xiangyun shook her head, "No, no, I will take the money!"

Zhao Xiangyun took out two dollars from her pocket and handed it over to the old man.

The junk in the eyes of these old men became Zhao Xiangyun's.

However, how to get it back became a problem.

Seeing that Zhao Xiangyun did not move for a long time, the old man said, "Go and ask around, if anyone is willing to lend you a cart, take it back, you just need to remember to pay!"