The Gulou market is the largest antique market in Tianjin. It has stalls and shops. It depends on your eyesight. Some people pick up painted pottery horses from the Qing Palace here and get rich overnight; some people spend all their money and buy the "Four Seasons of Snow" in the Ming Dynasty. But when they look back, they find out, it's OK, Zhan Ziqian is from the Sui and Tang Dynasties.

"My tiger talisman, the warrior of the Han Dynasty, is inscribed. I'm in a hurry to use money, but the price is not high, three yuan."

"Ancient jade from Xia and Shang dynasties, bronze lords from Western Zhou dynasties..."

"Oh, my friend, I don't want to touch this, I don't have to touch it for too long."

"I, the lieutenant of the gold touching school, have inherited the skills of my ancestors, and I have never found a tomb that cannot be dug. Look at this bright weapon that I just touched from the water pit, and it still carries mud..."

Waiting for a price, I feel like I am eloquent.

Chen Jiu carried a long knife wrapped in cloth on his shoulder, squatting in front of a stall, his eyes swept across the fragments of objects.

I originally wanted to bring Cao Liuyi, but although that kid didn't do serious business, he still had a vision, and he was a lucky general. However, Cao Liu had been in Gulou for many years and had a lot of troubles, and he almost fell into the point where old customers and shop owners and stall owners united and everyone shouted and beat them. He had to give up.

This time, Chen Jiu didn't expect to gain anything, just to try his luck.

"Youngsheng, do you buy it?"

The stall owner was an old man in his seventies or eighties. He sat on the stool and glanced at Chen Jiu with his eyes squinted.

"Look again, look again."

Chen Jiu rubbed her hands and smiled.

"I've watched you walk from beginning to end, from end to end, and have been walking around for several times, and you'll still have to watch again?"

The stall owner sighed,

"Looking at your appearance, you don't look like a wealthy person. I would like to advise you, if you have two spare money in your hands, you can do some solid business, don't always think about coming to the real estate market to make money. The antique industry is deep, and if you don't throw hundreds of oceans into it, you won't even listen to the splashes."

In Tianjin in the 20th year of the Republic of China, a silver ball of ocean could buy 16 kilograms of rice, four kilograms of pork, six feet of cotton cloth, and twelve silver balls were enough for a month for families of five in the city.

"It's not that I'm short of money, I just haven't encountered anything I like."

Chen Jiu handed over a cigarette,

"I have a lot of research on antiques after listening to the old man?"

The old man took the cigarette and saw that the young man was very pleased with him. Anyway, there were no customers on the stall, so he opened up:

"My ancestors were a third-rank civil servant in the Qing Dynasty. They were given a single-eye penis and a flower feather. In terms of antiques, they were family studies. If it weren't for the change of dynasty, they wouldn't have fallen to sell their ancestral property here."

"Young people, what can you match? Classic ancient books, gold and stone seal carvings, famous calligraphy and paintings, ceramic clay sculptures... I can point out the way."

"Su Shen's Arrow, have you heard of it?" Chen Jiu asked tentatively.

"Arrow of Sushen?" The old man was stunned for a moment, his loose face drooped, "I'm here to enjoy me."

"Old sir, what do you mean?" Chen Jiu frowned, looking confused.

"You really don't know?"

Chen Jiu shook his head, "I really don't know."

"Then I'll tell you."

The old man spat out a cigarette.

"The word Sushen's arrow comes from "Mandarin·Luyu", which tells the allusion of the barbarian tributes during the reign of King Wu of Zhou. In other words, even if it really exists, it is an object that has been around for thousands of years. It is a legend, not to mention that the arrow shaft and the feathers are very prone to decay. How can you preserve it? You should not spend this effort, it's useless."

"Well, that's it."

The wine is thoughtful,

"I heard that Sushen people were the ancestors of Manchus. Is this statement reliable?"

"Maybe."

The old man nodded, shook his head again,

"The age is too long, and there are no historical books on the barbarians. Sushen, Zhulou, Fuyu, Wuji, and Jinghe... are they one or several tribes, and their bloodlines are close to or far away, so I can't understand at all."

"I have two more words to ask,"

It is rare to meet someone who knows how to be aware of Chen Jiu's eyes are slightly shiny.

"Xiongchang, what is Xiongkulu?"

"It's all myth."

The knowledgeable old man answered depressedly,

"Su Shen at least has historical books as evidence. Xiongchang is the sacred tree of "Shan Hai Jing", such as Fusang and Dachun. Xiongkulu is the shaman totem that the Manchus believed before entering the pass, and the Manchus said, "The God of Ten Thousand Eagles."

"Some people say that Xiongkulu is the east green sea, but where is there a hawk in the world that is as hot as the sun and spreads its wings to cover the sky? I'm thinking, it's better to say that the nine phoenixes in "The Great Wilderness North Classic" are more appropriate."

"myth……"

Chen Jiu touched his slightly pricked chin and murmured.

I originally thought that Sushen's Arrow was just an antique, but I didn't expect it to be involved in myths. However, since Guitou Can, a strange style of night talk in the Stories from a Chinese Studio can exist, it means that there is a dark side in this world, and it seems that it is not difficult to accept more mythological elements.

Just as he was thinking, Chen Jiu saw several shiny scalp rushing from the corner of his eyes.

scalp?

Several ronin wearing kimono and carrying long and short swords walked in large numbers, wearing a funny samurai bald bun, and the leader was a short and fat middle-aged man who nodded and bowed.

"The guy from Hongri Gymnasium,"

The old man spoke in a hurry and whispered a reminder.

"Don't stare at them, it will cause trouble."

Chen Jiu has also heard of the name of Hongri Gymnasium. This is a swordsman, located in the Wude Hall of the Japanese Concession, which houses romance swordsmen and acts extremely arrogant and domineering.

These ronin people are somewhat restrained in the Chinese world, but the Japanese concession has repeatedly experienced tragedies in which they test their swords with Chinese people in the street. Under pressure from the public, the police station detained several leaders, and released all of them that afternoon, without even the layer of oily skin.

"Shit stuff,"

After the ronin team was far away, the old man cleared his throat and spat hard.

"Relying on two knives, I often come to the drum and the real estate market to show off my power, and I will not compensate if I ruin things. I will take advantage of this era and place it in the Tang, Song, Yuan and Ming dynasties. Do you dare to do it?"

"They are not relying on the knife." Chen Jiu stared at Langren's back with a expressionless face.

“It’s so unlucky.”

The old man muttered and began to lower his head to clean up the stall.

"Youngsheng, old man, I'll close the stall first. If you plan to go shopping, you have to hurry up. If you don't watch the colors under the lights, the market will be closed when the sky is dark. At that time, if you want to continue, you can only go to the ghost market in the north of the city."

"Okay."

Chen Jiu stood up straight and moved his sore legs and feet.

After hearing the old man's words, he had no expectations for encountering new parts. He just planned to walk around for two more times, open his eyes and pass the time.

Almost at the same moment, my heart suddenly felt hot.

"Su Shen's Arrow Part was detected."

“Distance: 12 meters.”

12 meters?!

Chen Jiu looked around,

There were people coming and going around, and many passers-by were holding things in their arms, and they could not recognize them at all. When they were in trouble, a small red pointer appeared in his eyes, just like a guide sign in the game. Chen Jiu immediately strode towards this direction.

"You're blind?"

"Don't step on it!"

"Stinky old Tan'er, are you in a hurry to reincarnate?"

Chen Jiu walked in a hurry and didn't care about the stall blocking the road. He simply raised his legs and stepped over, which naturally attracted a burst of reprimand.

But the crowds on the road were too dense, just a dozen meters away, and it was as difficult as a natural barrier.

Chen Jiu clenched her feet, and the target seemed to be on the way, and the distance between the two was shortened at a slow speed.

After crossing half of the market, Chen Jiu's eyes finally showed a thin and hunched back, holding a long wooden box.

Dong!
Chapter completed!