ghost market

In the afternoon, there were few customers. Yang Bo read a book and had some time to rest. He had gotten up too early in the morning, and using his special abilities also consumed a certain amount of energy. Moreover, with the great mood swings throughout the day, it was inevitable that he felt exhausted. While reading, he gradually fell asleep. When he woke up, it was already dark. There was no one in the store, and fortunately, no customers had come. Yang Bo checked around and found that nothing was missing. He went out to buy dinner and soon went to wash up and sleep.

In the early hours of the morning, when it was pitch - black, Yang Bo got up again because the ghost market had started. Actually, the ghost market doesn't open every day. It only opens on the sixth day of each lunar month, meaning there are only three days of the ghost market per month. However, since it is a business, a small number of second - hand dealers spontaneously form a small - scale ghost market every day to avoid being chased by urban management officers during the day.

Yang Bo knew that the small - scale ghost market had a small size and many fakes, but he wouldn't let go of this opportunity. He walked past one stall after another. Following Curator Qu yesterday had yielded good results, but it was hard to meet well - known people in the small - scale ghost market. Besides, what happened yesterday wasn't very pleasant, so Yang Bo gave up the tracking method.

Most of the items in the small - scale ghost market were small trinkets. Yang Bo even saw someone using a snakeskin bag to wholesale half a bag of Yuhua stones. These Yuhua stones were sold in scenic spots and were worthless. One could grab a handful for five or ten yuan. However, considering the cost of a few yuan per jin, this way of selling could make a big profit.

The bricks of the ancient city wall also blatantly appeared on the stalls. However, Yang Bo quickly found that these bricks were fake. If they were real, the police would surely show up soon.

Yang Bo searched for a long time and rummaged through many items. He even felt a little dizzy, but still found nothing. This made him a bit anxious. He was more eager than ever to get 850,000 yuan, which was his hope.

However, things didn't go as smoothly as Yang Bo had expected. After searching through the last stall, he still couldn't find any valuable items, which made him extremely disappointed.

On his way back, Yang Bo's head was dizzy. When he passed by Ji Ya Tang, he noticed that it wasn't open. He really hadn't paid attention before. Maybe Ji Ya Tang only opens on the days when the ghost market is open.

It had been two years since Yang Bo came to Jinling. Due to his low salary and perhaps his inactive nature, he had never gone out to play. Now, when he wanted to find another ghost market, he felt at a loss. After thinking for a long time, he finally remembered a place with an antique market - the Confucius Temple.

The Confucius Temple is not far from Chaotian Palace. Yang Bo turned around and casually pulled a stall owner and called him "Big Brother". Then he asked, "Is there an antique market near the Confucius Temple?"

"Yes, of course there is. There is a flower - and - bird market there," replied the stall owner listlessly as his business was bad.

"Is there a ghost market?" Yang Bo became energetic.

"Ghost market?" The stall owner snorted lightly. "Of course there is. The market there is much bigger than this one."

"Big Brother, how do I get there?" Yang Bo didn't notice the stall owner's expression and asked eagerly.

"Oh, go east from the intersection ahead and turn left at the third traffic light..."

Following the directions given by the stall owner, Yang Bo started running. He had always lived in an antique shop and had no means of transportation. Of course, he was reluctant to spend half a day's food money on a taxi, so he could only run on his legs. Fortunately, according to the stall owner, the distance wasn't far.

Yang Bo used to exercise every morning, but recently, due to changes in his daily routine, he had stopped exercising. However, running wasn't too strenuous for him.

After running for more than twenty minutes, he still hadn't seen the shadow of the Confucius Temple. Yang Bo couldn't help but get anxious. It was night, and there were no pedestrians on the road. He comforted himself that he was about to arrive and continued running.

More than ten minutes later, Yang Bo asked a passer - by and finally found the Confucius Temple. By this time, it was already getting light.

Yang Bo walked around the Confucius Temple and finally found a stall selling pancakes. He ran over and asked, "Hello. Isn't there a ghost market here? Why can't I find it?"

"Ghost market? What is a ghost market? Is there a place haunted?"

Yang Bo was stunned for a moment and said, "It's a place where people sell antiques at night."

"Oh, it seems there isn't. However, the night market here is very lively. There is an antique street inside, and it's open until one or two o'clock at night. Maybe it can be considered a ghost market?"

Yang Bo was hungry and thirsty, so he bought pancakes and soy milk. While eating, he wandered around the Confucius Temple.

In the early morning, only the breakfast shops were open. The Confucius Temple had a strong commercial atmosphere, not as quaint as he had imagined before. There were many shops, and modern clothing brands made Yang Bo lose interest immediately.

Yang Bo finally found the antique city on Zhanyuan Road, but it was too early, and the antique city hadn't opened yet. He probably didn't have time to wait.

After crossing Zhanyuan Road, there were many antique shops on both sides. Just as he was about to leave, Yang Bo saw a stall.

Squatting in front of the stall, Yang Bo looked at the few utensils in front of him. There was a Tian Huangshi seal, which was a new item. Yang Bo selectively gave it up. His energy was limited, and he could feel that due to previous over - consumption, he could probably only use his special ability once at this time.

There was also a bright - yellow famille - rose porcelain bowl. Its surface had too bright a luster, indicating that it was newly made. Yang Bo also gave it up.

Yang Bo didn't pay much attention to the remaining miscellaneous items. His gaze finally focused on a bronze String - Patterned Jue. It looked the most ordinary, but Yang Bo had a strong hunch.

A light appeared in front of his eyes, and an aperture gradually formed. An unusually thick aperture that he had never seen before appeared in front of Yang Bo, which made him surprised.

Yang Bo pointed at the String - Patterned Jue and asked, "How much is this?"

The stall owner, wrapped in a gray coat, looked up at Yang Bo and said, "Fifty yuan."

Yang Bo didn't bargain. He took out the money and took the String - Patterned Jue. Finally, he had a harvest after this night!

The String - Patterned Jue was wrapped with a layer of green rust on the outside, but fortunately, its appearance was still relatively intact. According to Yang Bo's estimate, it should be from the Shang and Zhou Dynasties, though the specific period was hard to determine.

However, even though he got this String - Patterned Jue, Yang Bo wasn't too excited. Because the domestic bronze market is not large, and due to restrictions on the trading of ancient bronzes in China, many people are unwilling to collect bronze utensils, so the prices have never been high.

Even so, being able to buy this String - Patterned Jue still made Yang Bo a little excited. Having a harvest could give him the confidence to persevere.

When he went back, Yang Bo took a taxi because he really couldn't walk anymore.