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Chapter 568: Green Tomb Fragment
Today is May 2nd. Zhang Wufeng asked Sun Shanshan to accompany Sun Weiwei and others to travel and have fun, while he himself drove to Fan Garden.

Fan Garden is a very famous place in Qindu. Fan Garden is not a park, but a flea market. It is located southwest of Fan Garden Bridge on the South Third Ring Road of Qindu East, covering an area of ​​4.85 square meters. The market is divided into six business areas: stall area, ancient building area, classical furniture area, modern collection area, stone carving area, and catering service area. The main business is antiques, handicrafts, collectibles, and decorations, with an annual turnover of hundreds of millions or even billions of yuan. The market has more than 4000 business operators and nearly 1992 business personnel, of which % of the operators come from provinces, municipalities, and autonomous regions outside Qindu, involving more than a dozen ethnic groups. The market was formed in and gradually developed with the rise and active trading of folk antiques and artworks. It has now become a large-scale antique art market that spreads folk culture with an antique flavor.

Zhang Wufeng had a very thorough understanding of this place. In the extension of the textbook, Zhang Wufeng also found relevant materials about Fan Garden in archaeological materials, so he could be considered very familiar with such a place.

More than a decade ago, Fan Garden was a not very well-known place in Qindu. However, in recent years, with the booming antique market in Fan Garden, it has become a good place for collectors to "shop", and the name "Fan Garden" has become a household name.

Fanhua Garden is located in the southwest of Suyuan, near Jinsong Community. Many years ago, it was just a small village outside Qindu, and was called Fanhua Kiln at that time. In the early years, there were many brick kilns and tile yards on the east side of the moat. Fanhua Kiln was one of them. Because the kiln owner's surname was Fan, the kiln was named after the kiln owner's surname. It is said that the owner of Fan Kiln was from Dongling, over 50 years old, and originally burned glazed tiles. When he first came here, he wanted to open a kiln for burning glazed tiles, but after burning it a few times, he stopped because the soil here was loose and not suitable for burning glazed tiles, so he changed to burning small square bricks. At that time, there were seven or eight brick kilns in this area, and the competition was very fierce. The owner of Fan Kiln had just arrived and changed his career to burning bricks, so his business was not good. But he didn't want to give up, because he saw that this place was close to Qindu and had a good geographical location. So he went around the kilns privately for a few days, and when he came back, he had an idea, one was to improve the quality of bricks, and the other was to work hard on management.

First of all, he strictly controlled the firing process of each brick and never cut corners, so the fired bricks were of good quality, high finish, strong hardness, and not easy to break. At the same time, he was also better than others in sales. At that time, bricks were sold in units of "ding", one "small ding" brick was 200 yuan, and one "big ding" brick was 800 yuan, but when he stacked bricks, he stacked 220 yuan for one "small ding" and 850 yuan for one "big ding" - the price was similar to that of other kilns, but the quantity was secretly more than others. At the same time, he hired three carriages, and all buyers within ten miles would have bricks delivered to their homes for free. After some buyers bought bricks from him several times, they found that his bricks were not only of good quality, but also had more quantity than other kilns, and they could deliver them for free, so they often came to buy from him. In less than a year, Fanhua Kiln became prosperous and soon became famous. Even people from one or two hundred miles away came to buy bricks from him. As a result, the Fanhua kiln field became larger and larger. It is said that at most there were 200 to 300 people working here, with cars coming in and out, and it was very busy. Several other kilns closed down one after another due to poor management. Later, a village was formed near the Fanhua kiln field, and the place name Fanhua Kiln was derived from the kiln field.

By the late period of the Republic of China, the soil in this area had been almost used up, leaving only many large puddles and depressions. It was very difficult to obtain soil for making bricks, so Fanhua Kiln was temporarily closed and soon moved to the Xingshan area.

After the 1960s, the puddles and depressions here were gradually filled up, and residential areas began to be built. Within a few years, a large residential area appeared and was named "Fanhua Kiln". But it didn't take long for people to think it was indecent, because the old Qindu people usually called brothels "kiln", so it was changed to "Fan Garden", and the word "garden" here means "home", and the newly built road nearby was called Fan Garden Road. Later, when the Third Ring Road was built, an overpass was built on the east side of Fan Garden, and it was named "Fan Garden Bridge".

After 1992, a second-hand goods market gradually formed here. In just a few years, it developed into the country's largest antique and second-hand goods distribution center, attracting a large number of treasure hunters and tourists.

Today, "Fan Garden" is no longer just the name of a street or a region, but has almost become a synonym for the antique market.

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Zhang Wufeng's car stopped at the special parking lot at the entrance of the market. Originally, the parking fee here was very high, but the license plate on his car was a very powerful military license plate, and this limited edition Maybach car itself was worth nearly 10 million, so those people did not dare to charge him parking fees.

Especially after seeing Zhang Wufeng's age, the staff became even more submissive and enthusiastic.

Because in a place like Qindu, these people have very sharp eyes. If you charge too much to people like Zhang Wufeng, you will probably suffer a big loss. Although not all "second generations" do not know the rules, they cannot be offended. Naturally, there is no need to offend people for a small parking fee.

"Sir, do you need to hire a bodyguard?" a parking attendant asked in a flattering manner.

"No need, I'll just walk around. As for the parking fee, just let it be. You have your own rules here." Zhang Wufeng didn't care. After waving away the staff, he walked into the bustling market.

Especially during festivals like this, the atmosphere here is extremely intense, and the crowds of people are shoulder to shoulder, which is unimaginable.

"This antique market is really hot." Zhang Wufeng sighed in his heart, and then a faint internal energy emanated from his body to avoid some friction and congestion.

Following the flow of people, Zhang Wufeng walked along the way and looked at the things on many vendors' stalls. Most of these things were imitations, of course there were real things as well, and some of them could really be "picked up at a bargain", but these things were of no great use to Zhang Wufeng, so he did not buy anything.

As he walked along, suddenly, Zhang Wufeng's eyes fell on a sparsely populated stall in the distance. It was not a stall, but just a piece of yellowed rag placed on the ground. A girl in floral plaid cotton clothes was sitting there. The girl had dark and rough skin, and there were many pimples on her face. She looked a little hideous, but this girl gave people a feeling of being gentle, virtuous, and kind.

This is a poor girl.

And the things she put down were also things that no one else had seen: a piece of black tombstone fragment and a rusty, broken, dark green bronze mirror.

There was nothing strange about the black tombstone fragments, but the blurred words engraved on the tombstone made people feel a sense of vicissitudes and depression, as well as a sense of silent sadness. The broken dark green bronze mirror was like a moldy rotten watermelon rind, making people reluctant to look at it a second time. Many people were attracted by the girl's gentle temperament at first sight, but were frightened by her appearance at second sight, and were shocked by the broken thing at third sight. Even so, some people still came forward, but after asking, when they learned that the price of the thing was three million, everyone left with contempt and disdain.

Zhang Wufeng stood there and watched for a while, then walked over silently.

He recognized these things, and he was a little shocked.

First, these three items, including the yellowed rag, are real antiques, because they should have come from Wang Zhaojun, one of the four great beauties.

This is an absolute celebrity in history.

Of course, this is not why Zhang Wufeng cares.

The energy essence and so on contained in these things are not what Zhang Wufeng cares about.

What Zhang Wufeng cares about is that there is a lover among the fragments of the tombstone.

Yes, the lover, the lover who leaves behind a complex, this thing is related to blood sacrifice.

The fact that they can leave behind a seed of love obviously means that in the past, there were already strong people passing through this earth. But it is strange why we have not seen stronger people or alien life appearing in all these years.

Zhang Wufeng pondered for a moment and walked over. He must study the concept of love carefully.

Of course, he didn't think that this was a trap set by the girl to seduce people of interest to form a relationship, nor was it a plot where a strong person pretended to be an ordinary person.

Zhang Wufeng saw all this very clearly.

And his instinctive feelings and sensations are even more accurate, so he is not worried.

"Hi, hello, are you selling these things?" Zhang Wufeng asked.

"Well, hello, big brother. These things are for sale, but no bargaining. Three million, and no checks, only cash transfers. Big brother, if you are interested, you can consider it. If you think it is not cost-effective, you don't have to buy it." The girl's voice was very sweet. Such a nice voice, but with such a face, it was indeed a bit shabby.

However, the girl did not feel inferior to her appearance, nor did she care at all.

She was only about sixteen years old, very thin, and a little underdeveloped, but her temperament was definitely extraordinary.

"I am interested in these things and plan to buy them, but can you tell me about their origins?"

(End of this chapter)