Chapter 135 There is a "Ghost Market" in Xijing
The father and son rode home in the evening, and the mother was shocked when she saw her son coming back from fishing with her husband.
"How did you two get together?"
"My dad and I went fishing." Fang Minghua explained.
Fishing?
what the hell?
Zhang Fenglan was very suspicious, but she didn’t ask any more questions.
"Are you hungry? Let's eat fried noodles today!"
Fang Minghua began to write "Crossing the Guandong". The outline of the story is still the original "Crossing the Guandong", but the specific plot may not be the same.
Also, put the specific place where the plot of the novel takes place in Beisipiao. My father lived there when he was young, and the customs and customs must be familiar.
Although the three northeastern provinces are said to be one family, there are still certain differences between provinces and regions.
But there is no rush in writing. We are not like Lu Yao, who risked his life writing an "Ordinary World".
Take your time.
Song Tangtang has come to see Fang Minghua less often recently. The most important thing is that in addition to attending the correspondence course in finance and economics at Western University, the girl also enrolled in the evening school of Qin TV University to study business management, and studied wind and rain every Monday, Wednesday and Friday night. Unimpeded.
What a girl who loves to learn!
Fang Minghua didn't worry about anything else, only her safety.
What if I meet a gangster when I go home tonight?
Public security is not very good recently.
Fortunately, TVU is not too far from Houzaimen, where Song Tangtang’s family lives. It only takes 20 minutes by bike. Song Tangtang also found a companion, but despite this, sometimes Fang Minghua still rides to the TVU campus. At the door, wait for Song Tangtang to take her home when she gets off work from night school.
Fang Minghua is not the only one to do this. During the evening classes at Radio and TV University, there are a bunch of young men on bicycles at the school gate, waiting for his girlfriend to take her home from school.
Safety is important, but it is also an opportunity to connect emotionally.
Tonight, Fang Minghua and Song Tangtang went home together. The two of them each rode a bicycle and walked side by side, talking and laughing.
As soon as he rode to Xincheng Square, Fang Minghua saw a curly-haired young man smoking a cigarette and wearing large bell-bottom pants that could sweep the floor, standing on the roadside looking around.
Zhao Hongjun? !
Fang Minghua stopped the car, stood on tiptoe with one foot on the ground, and asked: "Red Army, what are you doing here? Waiting for someone?"
"Waiting for you!"
"Why are you waiting for me?"
"Didn't you say some time ago that you wanted to visit the ghost market? Let's go tonight!"
" Okay." Fang Minghua agreed immediately.
"Minghua, why are you going there?" Song Tangtang frowned immediately after hearing this.
"We are just going for a walk, what are you worried about?" Zhao Hongjun said.
“I heard that there are many counterfeit cultural relics, and you don’t know what to do, so don’t be fooled!” the girl warned.
"Don't worry, we are just going to have a look."
"Okay, Minghua, I will go back by myself."
"It's still early to open," Zhao Hongjun said .
"That's right, Tangtang, I'll take you back to the Red Army first and you wait." Fang Minghua got on his bicycle again, and the two of them disappeared into the night.
There really is a ghost market in Xijing. Of course it is not the place where people trade with people from the underworld as shown in later TV shows, but refers to an underground cultural relics market in Xijing.
The "ghost market" in Xijing was originally called "Mancheng". It was first built to suppress the Han people. It was the gathering place for the Eight Banners' descendants in Xijing City and was also a forbidden area for the Han people. After the Revolution of 1911, the guns and artillery of the revolutionary army turned this place into a ruins. The Manchu nobles inside died and fled, and those who survived could only change their surnames and mix among the Han people.
These people have always been pampered and used to living a good life. Suddenly they changed dynasties and changed from extravagance to frugality. Naturally, they were sad. They brought out rare treasures and traded them in the ruins of the city because they did not dare to show their faces in public. They all operate at night and leave before dawn, gradually forming a rule of "the market opens at midnight and closes at midnight".
This underground cultural relics market continued intermittently. Last year (1982), a comprehensive market was built in the eastern section of Dongxin Street, and second-hand goods trading resumed in Xiaodongmenli.
The more famous location is the Xiaodongmen of Xijing.
Qin Province is a province rich in cultural relics, especially Xijing. There are treasures everywhere. As a time traveler, how can we not get some antique cultural relics and wait to make a fortune in the future?
Over in Xiangjiang, "The Legend of Wukong" is on sale. Chen Jiawei wrote in a letter saying that the payment will be settled after a while. If you have money, you will definitely collect some antiques or something.
Now let’s go see it first, out of curiosity.
Fang Minghua first sent Song Tangtang home, and then returned to Xincheng Square and saw Zhao Hongjun still standing there.
“Let’s go to Xiaodongmen.” Fang Minghua said.
"What's the rush? It's still early. Let's go and find a place to have a drink!"
Fang Minghua was speechless. Are you going to visit the ghost market or want to drink?
The problem is, you can’t drink enough.
But we still had a bottle of Baoji beer each, so we sat on the railing and drank.
"Minghua, do you want to resell cultural relics?" Zhao Hongjun asked.
"What's the matter? I'm just curious."
"It's OK to have a look, but I heard the water is very deep here. Besides, it's illegal to resell cultural relics!"
Fang Minghua couldn’t laugh or cry after hearing this.
"Don't worry, I won't touch things underground."
Zhao Hongjun understood what he meant.
What is the most popular underground place in Xijing?
It’s an ancient tomb.
The two drank beer and rode their bicycles around Xincheng Square for a while. After checking that it was almost time, they rode to Xiaodongmen.
Walk eastward along Dongxin Street and soon you will arrive near the Xiaodongmen.
Although it used to be said that "the market opens at midnight and closes at midnight", this rule no longer exists. It is now eleven o'clock in the evening, and stalls have appeared one after another at the heel of the city wall near the small east gate.
The so-called ghost market is actually a street stall where various products are randomly placed underground for you to choose and buy.
And the goods in this place are very complete, not necessarily all cultural relics, but daily necessities, ranging from screws for home, to furniture, and more clothes and bedding. In short, daily necessities are here It has everything, except what you can’t think of, and there is nothing they don’t have.
The biggest difference from ordinary night markets is: there are no lights.
The two of them came to the alley that turned north in the east gate. There were already many people there. There were flashlight beams everywhere, and the surrounding area was pitch black.
Zhao Hongjun looked around with a flashlight, Fang Minghua had his own goal.
He would not touch any bottles and cans stolen from the ancient tombs. They are sold illegally, and Fang Minghua doesn’t know the authenticity. Even if he buys them, it is difficult to sell them. Moreover, he heard that they are sticky. "Yin Qi" is not good for people.
His targets were calligraphy and painting and Ming and Qing furniture.
I don’t understand, I don’t have much money on me, let’s take a look first.
Not to mention, I really like a painting. According to the vendor, it is an authentic painting by Qi Baishi and sells for 50 yuan.
(End of this chapter)