Chapter 3404

The grass market in each city has its own style. The grass market in "Qingsha City" is mainly antiques, pottery, porcelain, crocks, bricks... the mottled traces reveal the ancient atmosphere, and many items are still With green pagodas and many bronze wares, the green rust on them seems to be a piece of history.

Sheepskin scrolls, yellow books, broken jade pieces... These are the carriers of recorded information, some are pure history, some are skills, and some are formulas. Every once in a while, someone will decipher these information and get great benefits .

Yang Weiwei is more interested in information items, Wu Ping'er is staring at the bronze wares, Wu Baoer has a lively personality, with big eyes rolling around, and likes those weird things.

Dongfang Herring is also watching. He is not picky about the type, but pays attention to the feeling. If he is biased, it may be unidentified items. As an appraiser, he has his own advantages.

However, it is obvious that smart players can be found everywhere, and the things in the grass market are raided by an unknown number of players every day. The four of them watched for half an hour, but no one made a move. There are no good things, and finally there are one or two eye-catching items, but the price of the stall owner is very scary.

The average age of the stall owners is over 55, and they are either retired or about to retire. According to the logic, they should not be so eager for money when they reach the age of retirement. In fact, on the contrary, their obsession with money is far from Super young, no money back.

The expenses of the elderly may not be lower than that of the young. The elderly have lost the ability to make money. The elderly have a greater sense of crisis than the young, so they value money more.

When you are young, you know how to plan and arrange your life. When you are old, you have money and leisure. When you are young, you pay attention to the momentary happiness. Regardless of the people behind you, after you are old, your life will be very bad. It is good to say that you are healthy. If there is a disease What, then life is worse than death.

"What's this? Embroidered shoes? So small?" Wu Bao'er saw a red shoe, picked it up, and realized that it was carved from jade. It was only the size of a palm, and a child of one or two years old could wear it.

"Is there only one?" Wu Bao'er looked very delicate and wanted to make a move, but she didn't see the other one.

"It should be a quest item." Dongfang Herring said.

"Boring!" Wu Bao'er put down her shoes, she doesn't like to gamble on mission items, her memory is not good and she tends to forget.

"Your sister seems to have seen something?" Dongfang Herring reminded Wu Baoer, and the two came to the booth of an old man with few hairs.

The middle is smooth and shiny, with a circle of sparse hair around it. He is about 65 years old, with a big belly, and he is panting when he talks.

The stalls are full of bronze wares, big and small, fifty or sixty pieces, more than 80% are broken, and only five or six pieces are intact.

"How do you sell this piece?" Wu Ping'er held a washbasin-sized piece with two ancient inscriptions on it.

"50 gold coins!" The old stall owner spread five fingers.

"50 gold coins, why don't you grab them?" Before Wu Ping'er could speak, Wu Bao'er rushed to speak.

"Ask for prices all over the sky, and pay back the money when you land, little girl, if you have an opinion, you can bargain."

"5 copper coins!" Wu Baoer said immediately.

"The little girl doesn't talk about martial arts." The old stall owner was anxious, this is not bargaining, this is robbery.

"Isn't it suitable? I think it's quite suitable." Wu Baoer said.

"I see that several bosses are destined, and I said the price of conscience, 40 gold coins." The old stall owner had already seen that Wu Baoer was here to make trouble, and looked at Dongfang Herring. Among the four people, only Dongfang Herring was an adult.

"Conscience is there, but it's a bit lacking." Dongfang Herring said.

"It's not easy for the old man to collect so many fragments, 10 silver coins." Wu Ping'er said, her voice was soft and soft, making one's bones go limp.

"10 gold coins." The old man, the stall owner, couldn't be calm anymore, and the little girls became more ruthless one by one.

"20 silver coins." Wu Ping'er said with a serious expression, "Grandpa, I only have so much money. I bought it for research. I just read the inscription on it. If your price is too high, I can only give it up." gone."

"...Okay, I'll give it to you." The face of the old stall owner changed. He couldn't tell from Wu Ping'er's clear eyes whether what she said was the truth or a lie. If it was the truth, if he disagreed, it would be tantamount to giving up. If this business is a lie, then it will be a loss.

In the end, I chose to trust Wu Ping'er, and it hasn't opened yet. Just after the transaction was over, Dongfang Herring rummaged through the bronze vessels, and finally picked out a piece of brass the size of a palm, and asked the old stall owner, "How much is it?"

The copper piece selected by Wu Ping'er has inscriptions on it, which is valuable for research. The copper piece chosen by Dongfang Herring is small in size, without inscriptions, patterns and patterns on it. It belongs to the part with the least research value, and it can only be used for splicing.

"...5.5 gold coins." The old stall owner couldn't understand the combination of three women and one man. Don't you pay for things together? Why are they still separated, aren't they in the same group?

All fools know that when you buy things together, you have to buy them together, and there are discounts for large quantities!

"20 silver coins." There is no doubt about Dongfang herring.

"No, 20 silver coins is too cheap, at least 50 silver coins." The old man, the stall owner, was rarely tough.

"The 20 silver coins are really not for sale?" Dongfang Herring wanted to let go.

"No, the minimum is 50 silver coins." The stall owner's old man Dongfang Herring was putting on airs. Dongfang Herring put down the brass shards and rummaged through the shards.

The old stall owner squinted his eyes. He was betting that Dongfang Herring would still pick up the brass piece in the end. His stall was full of bronze shards, but this piece of brass shard was very eye-catching, although he couldn’t see it. I don't know what it is, but I think it has some value, so I don't want to sell it easily.

"How much is this?" Dongfang Herring picked up a curved and thin piece of bronze. It should have been a ring or ring or something, but now there is only one-third of it left.

This kind of inconspicuous little thing is usually given away as a gift, but the old stall owner is in business, and any item is valuable, so he asked for 20 silver coins.

Dongfang Herring threw 20 silver coins to the old man who was the stall owner, took away the bronze shards and took Wu Pinger and the three daughters away, walking all the way to the next stall without looking back.

The old stall owner was dumbfounded, and suddenly realized that he had lost his sight. The brass fragments were a cover-up. Dongfang Herring's real target was the bronze ring fragments, and he foolishly believed in his own judgment.

The old stall owner opened his mouth, but he still didn't make a sound after all. This was against the rules. The transaction was completed. He had no reason to stop Dongfang Herring, let alone go back on his word.

Dongfang Herring's face remained calm and calm as usual, but his heart was trembling. He never expected that he would encounter such treasures in random grass markets. Although they were fragments, they were priceless.