Chinese The orange street lamps were lonely and dim, and the rows of scattered stalls looked so desolate under the dim lights.

This is the largest ghost market left in the five-colored sheep city. Most of the people who come here are middle-aged people over the age of 40, and the elderly account for the vast majority.

There are dozens of stalls with all kinds of things, miscellaneous and varied, everything.

At Jin Feng's feet, there was a small stall. There were only a few daily necessities on the stall, and the stall owner leaned against the railing behind him, sleeping soundly with his eyes closed and his mouth open, full of exhaustion.

Other stall owners slept directly on the ground with their clothes and snored heavily. There are quite a few stall owners like this.

In fact, they are not stall holders, but homeless people who sleep in the ghost market of Tianguang Market. The heaviness of life, the hard work of the heart, everyone has everyone's story, and everyone's sadness.

Everything in front of him was different from what Jin Feng expected, and when his eyes swept around, he saw all the things in the dozen or so stalls nearby.

lit a cigarette and walked forward silently, but the twenty or thirty meters of Tianguang Market was completed in minutes. Stopping in front of one of the largest stalls, Jin Feng squatted down.

This stall is the richest in this ghost market, with more than a dozen pieces of bronzes, dozens or hundreds of pieces of various jade and porcelain, and a lot of modern and modern objects.

Honest wooden pallet cameras, watches, pocket watches, table clocks, and all kinds of bracelets. The stalls next to it sell mobile phones and tablets, and there are a lot of people.

When he turned his gaze away from the cell phone booth, an old man had already put the object down.

Jin Feng picked up a small pocket watch in his hand, pinched it in his hand, opened it lightly, listened to it in his ear, checked it again with his hand, and asked the price softly.

"Eight pieces!" the old man who set up the stall estimated that he was in his sixties, speaking with a local accent, and his face was neither sad nor joyful.

Eight pieces actually means eight hundred. This is a common unit in a local antique shop. This small pocket watch was only wholesaled by forty thieves, and the cost price was only twenty or thirty.

Jin Feng didn't speak, silently put down his pocket watch, picked up a few other things and looked at them for a while. At this moment, a man appeared in front of the stall and raised his hand to bring the old-fashioned wooden camera on the stall to his side.

This old-fashioned wood-frame camera was not used many years ago, and the wooden frame was all gone, leaving only this single camera.

The man flipped the camera up in his hand, and also held a mobile phone flashlight to carefully check the structure and quality of the camera.

"How much?" said the stall owner after the man asked the price, and the stall owner seemed to be a little interested

"Ten thousand. "If this kind of old-fashioned camera is complete, it is really more than 10,000, and in the hands of niche collectors, this kind of thing will cost at least 40,000 or 50,000.

It is a memory of an era, and it is a symbol of an era. The old man of the stall owner shouted for 10,000 yuan, but he didn't ask for much.

"Eight thousand. The man seemed to be very satisfied with the camera, and the bargain price was only 2,000.

The old man of the stall owner is still a clear water widow, without a trace of a smile, as if someone owes him millions.

"Nine thousand at the minimum. The buyer man hesitated for a moment, then nodded, and simply took out the money and handed it to the stall owner.

Just as the stall owner was counting the money, Jin Feng picked up an old fan at random, flipped it twice on the front and back, and asked

"Boss, how much is this?" The stall owner's old man stiffened, glanced at the fan angrily, and said coldly

"Fifty!" Jin Feng said softly without waiting for the old man to continue counting the money

"Thirty sells or not?"

"Not for sale. The old man ignored Jin Feng and continued to dip his saliva and count the money. Suddenly, a fifty yuan bill was handed in front of the boss's eyes, and the old man rolled his eyes to look at Jin Feng, took the money casually and lowered his head to continue counting the money.

Jin Feng bought the fan. The fan is not a common folding fan, but an oval-shaped fan. This is what an old man didn't want after seeing it just now.

The fan is very old, the paper on the fan surface is dark yellow, and there are still a lot of oil stains on the fan.

The fan depicts a shepherd shepherding sheep, on top of a small fan, several white sheep are leisurely, and the shepherd is holding a lamb in her arms and sitting on a stone.

The picture is very warm. There is also a drop on the left side of the fan, but unfortunately, it is covered by oil. Jin Feng knew that the owner of this fan painting was extremely famous in Tianyue, Tianfu and Fujian provinces.

Su Liupeng at the time of Jiaqing. The apprentice of the famous monk Dekun of Baoji Temple in Luofu Mountain, like Xu Wenchang and Xu Wei, was cynical and made a living selling paintings all his life.

This person's reputation in Tianyue, Tianfu and Fujian provinces is particularly loud, and this group fan is bought for fifty yuan, which is a small leak.

However, Jin Feng was not in a hurry to leave. At four o'clock, the sanitation workers had already started to work one after another, and the sound of rattling came from afar, breaking the silence of the early morning.

The sky slowly turned white, the dim street lamps gradually dimmed, and mosquitoes stared endlessly at the orange lampshade.

The sleeping wanderers on the ground got up one by one, and sat sluggishly looking at the dim sky, their faces full of tiredness and fear.

The sound of the cleaner's long broom irritates the hearts of these people like a hypnotic charm. A new day is about to begin, and life is going on.

The old man was slow to count the money, because the closer to dawn the business here became. From time to time, someone picked up something and asked for the price, and the man who bought the camera kept urging, and the stall owner was also very helpless.

At this time, Jin Feng picked up another ancient book. Quietly and slowly, he opened it open, and his lips moved slightly.

"If you want to know the Three Yuan Ten Thousand Law Sect, you must first look at the emperor and the gods. ”

"Kun Yuan Hede is tight-locked, and the five qi are all good and bad. ”

"Wearing heaven and earth is precious, and if you go well, you will be vicious. ”

The ancient book of "Heaven, Earth and Humanity ......" is a version of the Daoguang period, which is too poorly preserved, and there are many traces of insect moth.

Thankfully, there are no missing pages. In a thin book, every page is densely annotated with a lot of experiences, annotations, and feelings.

After turning over the ten lines at a glance, the corners of Jin Feng's mouth couldn't help but curl.

"Boss, how many doors are these?" The stall owner's old man was just about to count the nine thousand yuan of camera money, but he was interrupted by Jin Feng again, and said coldly with a straight face

"Twenty is not a bargain. Jin Feng lit a cigarette and stopped talking, and silently put twenty yuan in front of the old man.

Laughing and waiting until the stall owner old man finished the transaction of the camera, he asked softly

"Uncle, can you ask, where did you get this book?"

"I'm very interested in this kind of metaphysical proposition. Abel hated Jin Feng and said coldly

"Why should I tell you?"

"You can understand the marrow? Ignoring Jin Feng anymore, the stall owner and the old man began to tidy up his things and prepare to close the stall.

The ghost market of Tianguang Market, as soon as the day dawns, it will disperse. Jin Feng smiled and stood up, put away the two things, looked at the road signs, and walked in.

At this moment, a faint disdainful voice came from behind him

"A broken book can sell for twenty, and there are really people who buy it. ”

"There's enough of an idiot. Jin Feng slowly turned his head. Standing in front of him was a short and frail old man, about 1.4 meters tall, black and thin, wearing slippers cut in two, standing full of mud.

Behind the old man, a rickshaw was parked, piled with countless rags. Seeing the tatters on the cart, Jin Feng was inexplicably cordial.

"...... Uncle" As soon as Jin Feng called Uncle, the old man who collected the tatters yelled at Jin Feng angrily.

"Who is your uncle, do you want to buy books with me?" Jin Feng said softly with the blink of his eyes

"Do you have old books to sell?" the short old man pushed the dilapidated cart, ignoring Jin Feng at all, muttering to himself

"Lao Tzu has no books. There were only a few sacks of letters and telegrams. ”

"It's all from the Republic of China. In a few minutes, Jin Feng pedaled on a three-wheeled cart and carried Old Itch Abel through the five-colored sheep city before dawn.

There were more pedestrians on the side of the road, those exercising in the morning, running, and working morning shifts. The smell of barbecued pork buns came out of the breakfast shop on the street, and the super city of Five-colored Yangcheng slowly woke up.

Old itch Abel is a person from Tianmin Province next door, and he has been here for more than ten years.

Passing by the breakfast shop, Jin Feng bought a few big steamed buns and pedaled three wheels while eating. When the old itchy Abel heard that Jin Feng was also a colleague who collected rags, he didn't believe it at first, and Jin Feng shot out a series of various scrap and tattered purchase prices from his mouth, which immediately made the old itchy Abel marvel at it.

It's amazing that the descendants have opened acquisition stations. When they arrived at a bridge, Old Itch Abel pointed to the bridge hole.

This is the home of Old Itch Uncle. Jin Feng smiled and nodded, jumped off the scooter and helped the old itchy Abel unload the old tatters.

In the largest bridge hole, Old Itch Abel pointed to several large bags of things in the hole

"It's all here. ”

"It's all letters, telegrams, and so many things. "Cat flutter Chinese