Liang Jian: I have a canteen

Pick up a bargain!

This was the first thing Xu San thought of.

But Xu San knew his own level and it was wishful thinking to think he could get something for nothing.

However, it doesn’t matter if you just take a look at it. Things from the Republic of China can also be sent back through the warehouse, so they should be considered antiques.

Buy some and consider them as gifts for the monkey.

"Then let's go and take a look. I'm not interested in antiques. Antiques from prosperous times are worth gold from troubled times. Antiques are worthless these days. I'll just buy some for fun."

Although he said this, he was still hoping to scratch something good.

The vendor was carrying a shoulder pole with a smile on his face. "I can't find big items, but I can help you with the miscellaneous items from the Qing Dynasty. I also know a lot of small things from the palace."

"Haha~" Xu San laughed, "This is not Peking, where there are so many things from the palace. Even if there are, they are very expensive. Let's just take a look and buy some small things to give as gifts."

"Okay~" said the vendor, turning and turning into an alley.

Afterwards, Xu San also pulled Miako along and followed.

"Antiques?" Miako's fair face also showed a curious expression. "If it is porcelain, I know something about it. Chinese porcelain is very expensive in China, and antiques are even more expensive. I once learned some identification methods from my teacher."

Xu San took Miako in his arms and said, "Then I'll rely on you to pick up the bargain."

It didn't take long for the peddler to arrive at the place he mentioned with his carrying pole.

Well, how should I put it.

It was not as big as Xu San had imagined. There were only a dozen or so shops scattered on both sides of the not-so-wide street.

That's all, there's not even a street vendor.

Xu San smacked his lips. "It's so quiet!" "Sir, you just said that antiques are valuable in prosperous times and gold is valuable in troubled times. The antique business is naturally not easy to do." The vendor greeted him with a smile. "The owner of Bao Shun Zhai over there is also from Beijing. He has some good things in his shop."

"Okay, let's go and take a look." Xu San did not refuse. He waved his hand and signaled the vendor to lead the way.

"Sir, you speak Chinese very well. If you hadn't said it, I would have thought you were Chinese. You must have spent quite a while in China."

"Less than two years, but I have been able to speak Chinese since I was a child." Xu San said casually.

"That's what I thought! I just heard you say that you are from the military?" the vendor continued to inquire.

"Well, strictly speaking, not really. I only have an employment relationship with them. They pay me to do the work."

"You must be very powerful, even the military is looking for you to do things!" The peddler continued to inquire about Xu San without saying a word.

This time Xu San did not answer, but looked at the shops along the street.

To be honest, the decoration and layout here is not as good as Hengdian, and it looks neither Chinese nor Western, which is indescribably awkward.

After walking a few steps, the peddler brought Xu San and the other man to a shop.

The facade is very ordinary, without any antique charm, and looks just like a noodle shop on the street.

But the interior is clean and bright.

The quaint display cabinets are also arranged appropriately, and are easy to see at a glance, looking very comfortable.

The boss was a scholar in his forties, fair-skinned with some gray hair, and he was the hawker I met.

When he saw the vendor, he immediately walked over and said, "Xiao Qing, you came just in time. I haven't had a good appetite these days. Give me half a pound of yam cake."

The boss was about to pay, but the vendor stopped him with his hand, turned around and pointed at Xu San, "Boss Qi, what a coincidence, my yam cakes have all been bought by this gentleman." (End of this chapter)