Most of the people shopping in the antique market in this era are retired old people, or middle-aged collectors who are interested in collecting. There are not many young people like Shu Mark and Bagui, let alone ten-year-old children like Xia Shao.
Xia Shao was very conspicuous when walking in the antique market, but most people thought she came with her parents. When she walked to the stall and asked about the price, the stall owner saw that she was a child and thought she was playing house like an adult and bought these bottles and cans for fun.
As a result, no one asked her random prices, and no one held hands with her to discuss the price. The stall owners thought that she could not really buy it, so many people just wanted to send her away and asked for a random price.
Unexpectedly, Xia Shao actually paid for a snuff bottle that cost 20 yuan.
The stall owner held the money in his hand and stared at her walking back for a long time. He shook his head and sighed, "Whose child is this? He has been prodigal at a young age... Looking at his clothes, he looks like a child from an ordinary family. He really doesn't know his parents." It’s not easy to make money, and the money is just spent... Forget it, it doesn’t matter what you do, the five yuan collected for the wild goods is still a profit."
Unexpectedly, Xia Shao's eyes fell on the faint breath wrapped around the snuff bottle in the palm of her hand. She smiled slightly and put it into her bag.
From then on, Xia Shao could be seen in the antique market of Dongshi almost every weekend. Over time, most of the stall owners in the market recognized her, and some even jokingly called her their youngest Tibetan friend. When several stall owners she knew well saw her coming, they would warmly invite her to come to the stall to have a look. Most of the time, no matter how much the stall owners boasted, she would just smile and shake her head. Even some adults sometimes can't help but buy some items passionately, but Xia Shao always laughs it off. The composure and calmness shown in that smile are something even adults can't match.
This often makes some stall owners puzzled, but in terms of eyesight, Xia Shao really behaves like a child. The items she asked for prices may be good or bad, and some items were obviously fake or old, but she would also ask a few questions.
As everyone knows, this is Xia Shao's brilliance.
At her age, she would be very eye-catching when shopping in the antique market. Naturally, she would not be stupid enough to ask the price of an object after seeing it with her clairvoyance, and then pay for it after asking. Although picking out leaks means having a keen eye to identify the pearl among a pile of fakes, even fakes need to be old. She would not be stupid enough to pick out old items and ask about them every time. Naturally, she would pick out some obvious fakes and ask for prices, so that she could fish in troubled waters without being noticed by some interested people.
Occasionally, when she sees a genuine item and finds someone watching behind her, she will pick it up while buying it, and pick up a fake that is not even a fake. If she goes shopping often, she can count it as a fake. I know the prices of various items in the market, so I always pick up cheap ones and buy them randomly.
But even so, Xia Shao's heart was bleeding: I don't have much spare money!
With such an ability to fish in troubled waters, over time the stall owners in the antique market thought that she was just interested in these old objects. Seeing that she was very young, she became interested in these. Some stall owners also liked her quite a lot and she was not busy. Just chat with her for a while. Sometimes, a bunch of people come around and talk nonsense, and some of the secrets of the antique shop are revealed. As time went by, Xia Shao really learned a lot.
In addition to returning to the city every weekend, Xia Shao would go shopping in the antique market. On Mondays, she would go back to her grandparents' house in Shili Village. She would attend school during the day and go up the mountain in the morning and noon to practice martial arts and learn mystical skills from her master. She would go to Professor Zhou's house after school to practice martial arts. She would meditate for a while before going to bed at night. During the winter and summer vacations, she would stay in the mountains and follow her master most of the time.
During this period, her level in metaphysics and Yili improved by leaps and bounds, and there was no need to worry about her academic performance. Her mother, Li Juan, saw that she got full marks in every exam, and then she let go of her worries.
Later, Xia Shao was admitted to the junior high school affiliated to Dongshi No. 1 Middle School with excellent results. She could only come back to the mountains of Shili Village every weekend and winter and summer vacations. However, she was not idle on weekdays. She would get up early every morning to do morning exercises, and she would do morning exercises in the evening. While his parents are asleep, he will also get up and practice Qi Nourishing Kung Fu. Before returning to Shili Village on weekends, I would stop by the antique market and use my clairvoyance to pick out missing items.
Xia Shao's days were spent in this busy and regular way, with cold winters and hot summers, and five years passed in the blink of an eye...
Shili Village, in the courtyard behind the mountain.
Under the lush pomegranate tree, a girl in a white dress opened her eyes from meditating. The girl is about fifteen years old, her face is still a bit round, but her skin is fair, with a faint pink color, like a ray of rosy clouds on the horizon. She smiled lightly, and the charm around her that was as light as peony and as soft as jade added a bit of classical beauty to her.
At this moment, a smile flashed across her eyes. She looked at the old man sitting in a wheelchair not far away, pruning the rose flowers, and said softly: "Master, your old man suffered a bloody disaster today."
The old man almost fell into the flowers. After he realized what he was doing, he couldn't help but exclaimed "Ouch!" When he lowered his head, he saw that there was a thorn on the path of a rose (forbidden word) stuck on his fingertip. After he pulled it out, a drop of blood squeezed out.
Xia Shao chuckled lightly, with a cunning look in his eyes, "See? A bloody disaster."
While she was talking, she got up and walked towards the house.
The old man's roar came from behind: "You stinky girl! You have been taking pleasure in being a teacher all day long. Do you still respect the elderly and the virtuous in your eyes?"
After the scolding subsided, Xia Shao had already turned out of the room, holding a box of ointment in her hand, and said with a smile: "Well, isn't this a sign of respect for the elderly and the virtuous?"
As soon as Tang Zongbo looked at the box of ointment in her hand, he waved his hand and said, "Okay, Master, it's not like you girls. You pricked your finger and only a drop of blood came out. What ointment should you apply!"
Xia Shao didn't listen to him. She knelt down and carefully applied the ointment on the old man. She raised her head and said, "Master, I won't be on the mountain today. I made an appointment with my friends to go out for a walk. I'll be leaving soon. I'll be back after shopping in the afternoon." I will stay with you on the mountain during the holidays.”
Over the years, Xia Shao has always spent time with Master in the mountains during holidays. If Liu Cuicui, Du Ping and Pang Dun hadn't asked her to hang out sometimes, she would not have left the mountain during the entire holiday. After all, after returning to the city to study, I could only see Master on weekends every week.
Over the years, although Tang Zongbo was her master in name, in her heart, the old man was like her grandfather. Frankly speaking, her grandfather Xia Guoxi did not love her as much as Tang Zongbo.
Over the years, Xia Shao also learned something about Tang Zongbo. His wife died young and he had no children. In Tang Zongbo's eyes, Xia Shao was like his granddaughter.
Seeing the reluctance in Xia Shao's eyes, Tang Zongbo couldn't help but sigh, "Oh! idiot! You have followed the master for many years. You should have known that the laws of heaven are permanent and life is impermanent. There is no such thing as a banquet in this world. You and I Being a master and a disciple is already a fate."
Having said that, there was a look of comfort in the old man's eyes. When Taoism recruits disciples, the first priority is character and filial piety, and this child is really rare in this regard.
"Okay, okay, why is it making a scene like life and death! Master is only sixty-five this year, and he still has many years to live! If you want to go down the mountain, hurry up, why bother!" Tang Zongbo looked like he was blowing his beard and staring. Drive people away.
Xia Shao smiled and stood up, "Well, let's go now. Let's go to the city and come back in the afternoon."
"City? You girl, you don't want to go to the antique market again, do you? Don't bring things back. Master's backyard is almost becoming your warehouse!" Tang Zongbo stared at her to scare her, but there was a smile in his eyes. .
Xia Shao also laughed. Over the years, she had bought more than a hundred treasures from the antique market. She always hid them in her schoolbag. She didn't dare to let her parents know, and she couldn't put them at her grandparents' house. I had no choice but to bring it up the mountain to Master for help in collecting it. Master specially set up a room in the backyard to store these antiques for her. Nowadays, the Bogu shelves are filled with five or six shelves, and they are all genuine!
She kept it until today.
The year was the summer of 1997, and Hong Kong had just returned to China. Soon, some Hong Kong businessmen will come to Dongshi, and the ceramics and antiques industries will begin to recover. Within three years, Dongshi’s economic development momentum will begin to advance by leaps and bounds.
It's almost time to pay back the treasures she got in her hands.
In the previous life, her father was laid off next summer, when she graduated from junior high school. She should be able to catch up!
It’s time to change all that!
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Dear friends, I asked about it. It is said that the first time I recommend it, the collection will not increase to 80 to 100, and it will be difficult to recommend in the future.
So, now we are still half way there, and here comes the second update. Please do me a favor and add Wenwen to your bookshelf~Please everyone!