Siheyuan: Promoted To Eight Levels In A Row, Wife Zhao Paner

Chapter 142: Zhao Paner Owes Li Dalei A Bet In The Ghost Market Picking Up The Leaked Enamel Bowl

After Li Dalei sent Zhao Pan'er and the others back to the hotel, he turned around and rode his bicycle to go to the ghost market.

Just when he got on the bike and was about to leave, Zhao Pan'er suddenly stopped him.

"Da Lei, wait a moment."

Zhao Pan'er suddenly stopped him.

Li Dalei looked back at her suspiciously.

"What's the matter, how many?"

Zhao Pan'er blushed when she thought of Li Dalei's heroic performance in the snack street just now.

For some reason, she just wanted to stay with Li Dalei for a while, just for a while.

"Da Lei, would you like to take me out for a walk?"

After a long time, Zhao Pan'er finally said it.

Li Dalei thought for a while, then suddenly said with a smile: "That's right, I'll take you to a good place!"

"boarding!"

He patted the back seat of the car.

Zhao Pan'er sat up carefully.

"I want to speed up!"

Li Daxiao used the old trick again, suddenly causing Zhao Pan'er's body to lose balance and land on him directly.

"Hate!"

Zhao Pan'er shyly slapped him on the back.

Then he leaned on him naturally.

Li Daxiao didn't tell her where "643" would take her, but she didn't seem to be afraid at all.

She knew she would be safe as long as Li Dalei was around.

Two people rode their bicycles on the streets of Sijiu City, and the dim street lights were left behind one by one.

"arrive!"

Li Dalei stopped at the entrance of a small alley with no street lights.

Zhao Pan'er was a little puzzled.

"In the middle of the night, what's there to do in this dark place?"

Li Daxiao pulled Zhao Pan'er's hand pretending to be mysterious.

"You'll find out later!"

Zhao Pan'er was dragged by him into the ghost market with doubts.

As soon as I walked in a few steps, I saw the light.

In this era, ghost markets belong to a gray area, so vendors will set up their stalls in dark places with no roads.

In order to prevent the police from patrolling in the middle of the night to find out.

If you encounter something better, you won’t care about it, but if you encounter something serious, you must check it out.

If they were allowed to make such a fuss, some customers would also run away all night for nothing.

But how do you light up when it's so dark?

This group of people still has a way, and if they have the conditions, they will prepare a flashlight that is always on.

If there are no conditions, a kerosene lamp will be placed next to the booth.

This will make one part of the alley dark and the other bright.

You can't see the light at the entrance of the alley, you can only see it when you walk in.

Zhao Pan'er followed Li Daxiao and continued walking inside.

I saw that many of the stall owners were older men.

There are many strange gadgets in front of them.

There are fingers, porcelain, bowls, and some unfamiliar accessories.

However, these old things can be recognized.

Zhao Pan'er had never been to this kind of place before, so she couldn't help asking: "Where is this?"

"Is it a ghost city?"

Although she had never been here, she always heard it mentioned by guests in the hotel.

Li Daxiao smiled and said, "You're pretty smart, this is the biggest ghost market in Forty-Nine City."

"If you like anything, just pick it."

"I'll tell you the difference."

Zhao Pan'er burst out laughing.

"Da Lei, you're always joking, the ghost markets I've heard of sell antiques."

"Could it be possible that you even understand antiques?"

"This group is all old guys, don't be fooled later."

Faced with doubts from the woman he likes, Li Dalei's desire to win suddenly came out.

"You don't believe I understand?"

"How about this, you pick one and I'll show you, if you can't tell the year, I'll buy them all for you.

Zhao Pan'er smiled sweetly.

Li Dalei has never been the kind of competitive person, why is he still fighting today.

"Okay, then I'll see what you can do."

The two were wandering around the ghost market and saw a stall selling jewelry.

Zhao Paner took a pair of emerald earrings and asked Li Dalei: "What year is this?"

"The 2020s."

With a thought, Li Daxiao activated the golden pupil to take a look.

It turns out that the information of the wearer of the specific year and the production materials are marked on the edge of the ring.

He found it amazing when he saw it.

But in front of Zhao Pan'er, he still has to show a little familiarity.

Zhao Pan'er held this pair of earrings in her hand, still a little dubious.

Li Daxiao can guess such an accurate year just by looking at it, maybe he is lying to her?

"God!"

At this time, the stall owner suddenly spoke.

"How do you know this thing is from the twenties?"

"This is our mother's relic. I recently used the money to sell it."

Zhao Pan'er looked at the stall owner, and he was indeed in his thirties, so it is really possible to say that her mother was in her twenties.

She looked at Li Dalei in shock.

"Da Lei, do you really understand?"

Li Dalei looked at Zhao Paner very proudly.

"I was still regretting it just now, why didn't I say you lost the bet?"

"Otherwise I will add it now, and if you lose, let me kiss you."

Speaking of which, Li Daxiao actually leaned over to kiss Zhao Pan'er's face.

Zhao Pan'er was so frightened that she pushed him quickly.

"There are so many people!"

Li Dalei also knew that she would be shy so she didn't force it.

He just smiled and said: "Then I owe it, but if it's too long, there will be interest!"

Zhao Pan'er reacted, her face turned red.

Li Daxiao's hand has already held her again.

"I bought the pair of earrings just now, let's go shopping for other things!"

Two people walking in the ghost market holding hands.

This time Li Dalei stopped making trouble, and looked seriously to see if there are any treasures with high value.

In fact, most of the sources of goods sold by the stall owners in the ghost market are the relics of their own old people.

Most people's families are poor these days, and when they can't get rid of the pot, they have no choice but to take out the things left by the old people and sell them. …

This has also led to many people not understanding the value of this thing.

Sell ​​as much as you can.

It is very lucky to meet such a stall owner.

You can buy good treasures at a low price, and when the time comes to collect them, this thing will be turned over more than a hundred times.

This is what Li Daxiao wanted to choose.

Most of the people who can encounter such leaks are porcelain.

Finger pull, emerald, jade, no matter the layman or the insider can tell at a glance that these things are valuable.

But porcelain is different.

Some small bowls with exquisite patterns but simple, even those without some professional knowledge can't tell that they are valuable.

Often a very expensive bowl may cost a few cents.

The actual value may have reached thousands.

Li Dalei began to search for this thing hard.

Suddenly he saw a small shiny bowl on a corner stall.

He hurriedly dragged Zhao Pan'er to the front of the booth.

The stall owner doesn't look too old, and he probably sells things from home.

Very good!

This is Li Dalei's stall.

He scanned around his booth, and at a glance he saw a delicate small bowl.

His golden pupil told him that this bowl was just a small enamel bowl.

The small enamel bowl is a product of the Qianlong period of the Qing Dynasty. The firing process is extremely complicated. Don't look at the simple pattern on this bowl.

In fact, it takes years of work to make one.

And there is not only one small bowl, there are four in total.

Taking out one alone is not very valuable, but if you get four together, it is worth a lot.

And the small enamel colored bowls are now scattered all over the place. It is said that one is at the Admiral of the Nine Gates, and the other is at the Broken Hou.

Li Daxiao took Huang Jintong to identify it carefully. According to the information provided by Huang Jintong, it must be the small enamel bowl.

He quietly glanced at the bottom again, and there were three small characters on it, "Cha Piao Xiang".

Li Dalei smiled from the bottom of his heart.

There is nothing wrong with that.

That's it.

"Boss, what's the price tag?"

The boss stretched out his finger to make a horoscope.

"Eight hairs!"

Li Daxiao was even happier.

The boss looked like he didn't know how to count.

He sold the small enamel colored bowl for eighty cents. I don't know if his ancestors would be pissed off when they found out.

But Bamao sounds auspicious, Li Dalei still likes to round up.

He took another look up the booth and caught a glimpse of a Yong.

The information provided by Huang Jintong shows that this Yong is from the Han Dynasty.

It looks ordinary and has a history of thousands of years.

Li Daxiao was even happier.

"I'll give you a dollar, and you wrap this up with me."

As he spoke, he pointed to the cave.

Everyone who had never seen such a generous shot all looked up the corridor.

Good guy!

This man is probably not a fool!

What's the point of buying a lump of dirt?