Siheyuan, a comfortable life under Zhengyang Gate

After picking up the master at Rouge Alley, the group of six went straight to Panjiayao.

The world-famous Panjiayuan flea market has not yet appeared, and today it is still a large residential area.

It will take a few years before there will be an antique market here.

However, there are also street stalls now. The Warwick Bridge antique stalls and the construction site stalls on the north side of Jinsong Department Store are the prototypes of Panjiayuan street stalls in the future.

Some local residents will set up stalls on the roadside and sell their porcelain, old furniture and other items for guerrilla purposes.

Squatting on the slope to set up a stall, as the saying goes, if you stand high, you can see far and you can run fast. Once you find something wrong, you can pack up your things and run away as quickly as possible.

However, the legend of Panjiayao Ghost Market can be traced back to the late Qing Dynasty.

At that time, antiques, paintings and calligraphy from the royal family were exported to the public in large quantities, and many declining nobles came here to sell antiques from their homes.

On the one hand, these transactions lose one's identity, and on the other hand, some antiques have unknown channels and require secret transactions, so they can only be carried out before dawn, earning the title of a ghost market.

"Panjiayao Ghost Market hasn't been opened in many years. I didn't expect that someone would organize a ghost market here now."

Han Chunming heard this and said: "Master Hou, what do you mean, have you ever been to the ghost market here in Panjiayao?"

"I've been here before. I've been here more than once and bought a lot of things here."

Shashahou did come to the ghost market here in Panjiayao many years ago and found a lot of things that came out of the palace.

Yang Guangcheng said: "I have been to the ghost market here in Panjiayao once."

"Master, you said there won't be anything fishy behind Panjiayao's ghost market this time, just like the one at Huguo Temple."

Yang Yukun remembers very clearly that it was the night of the 28th of the twelfth lunar month in 1976. He, his master and Han Chunming went to the ghost market near Huguo Temple to buy treasures.

After the ghost market ended, the group that organized the ghost market also held an auction, saying that there were burial objects of the Queen Mother at the auction.

He got into the car with his master, Han Chunming and a group of other people attending the auction, and was driven around to an abandoned factory on the other side of Fangshan.

Unexpectedly, the people who organized the ghost market were a large-scale cultural relic smuggling gang that integrated tomb robbing, counterfeiting, selling, and smuggling. They had already been targeted by relevant authorities.

If they hadn't run away early when the situation was bad, they would have been cut off like this group of cultural relic dealers and other people who participated in the auction.

Later, Yang Yukun, his master, and Han Chunming read in the newspaper the news that the relevant authorities had busted a large criminal gang of cultural relics that engaged in tomb robbing, counterfeiting, selling, and smuggling, and all the buyers who were shopping for treasures at Huguo Temple that night were arrested. In the middle of winter, I was so stunned that I broke into a cold sweat.

If they had been less lucky that time, the three of them might have ended up in the prison cell and sang Tears Behind Bars in the prison cell.

"Speaking of this incident, I really shocked my friends back then. If Mr. Hou hadn't gone to that abandoned factory to rest in the rivers and lakes before, we would have really been in trouble that time."

Han Chunming was also quite impressed when he heard Yang Yukun talk about visiting the Huguo Temple Ghost Market.

Being able to escape that time was all thanks to Bao Baohou.

The criminal gang chose the abandoned factory where the auction was held. Po Pohou happened to have been there before when he went to Jianghu and knew that there was an opening in the factory where he could slip out.

Without this opening, they would never be able to fly away even if they had wings.

"Speaking of which, we are lucky, so we can come back smoothly."

If they had not gone to the subsequent auction after the ghost market ended, but had chosen to leave directly, they would have been caught by the relevant authorities who had already deployed controls outside.

It happened that they went to attend the auction later, but they found an opportunity to escape in the abandoned factory.

That experience also frightened Bao Pohou. After all, he had been sent to the prison camp once before, and he certainly didn't want to be sent to prison a second time.

Yang Guangcheng said: "Master Hou, Uncle Kun, Xiao Wu, I didn't expect you to have such a thrilling past."

Han Chunming said: "Boss Yang, there are many things you didn't expect. Tell me honestly, the gossip about Panjiayao Ghost Market came from Liulichang. Is this reliable?" "To be honest, I can’t guarantee whether it’s reliable or not. I’m not the organizer of the ghost market. I also heard this news from others.”

Yang Guangcheng didn't know if there was something fishy about Panjiayao Ghost Market this time.

After all, this news was told to him by other shopkeepers of Liulichang.

As for who came out with the first-hand news, who knows?

Bashahou said: "Be vigilant for a while, and run away if you find something is wrong."

"It's here, right?"

Yang Yukun drove the car to the Warwick Bridge. Yang Guangcheng said that the ghost market was here.

"Grandpa, Great Grandpa, Lord Marquis, Boss Han, look, someone is heading there."

Yang Feng saw a few people going into the alley over there, and quickly reminded Yang Yukun of them.

"Let's go, follow up and take a look."

Yang Yukun took out the mask and put it on his face. This mask was prepared by his master when he went to Huguo Temple.

Regardless of whether there is something fishy about this ghost market, it is still necessary to disguise yourself.

After putting on their masks, several people followed the people in front of them into the alley.

As soon as I looked inside, I knew I had found the right place. Every stall inside was already set up.

There were a lot of people, but it was very quiet. No one spoke loudly.

If you hadn't gone inside, you wouldn't have noticed from the outside how busy it was inside at night.

Yang Yukun looked around and didn't notice anything wrong.

After walking around for a while, I can basically confirm that there is nothing fishy behind this ghost market. The stall owners who come here to set up stalls are not the same group. Some of the stall owners are the same people who set up stalls in Liulichang during the day. .

There were a lot of real things, but none of them aroused Yang Yukun's interest. After shopping around, he didn't buy any of them.

He still had too high expectations for this trip to the ghost market. It was not so easy to encounter heavyweight old objects that caught his eye.

He can't always have all the good things in his hands. He has to leave some for others to speculate on. Otherwise, how can he reflect the actual monetary value of so many old things in his hands.

Yang Yukun was not disappointed when he didn't find the old items he wanted, so he just went out for a walk after dinner.

The master, Han Chunming, Yang Guangcheng, Yang Feng, and Yang Shihao found a lot of things.

The master and Yang Feng went back to collect them, Han Chunming bought them for his future private museum, and Yang Guangcheng planned to take the things his grandson had bought back and sell them in the store.

Bashaohou looked at the group of people and said, "It's not interesting. How about we withdraw?"

Yang Yukun asked: "Brother Xiaowu, what about you, are you planning to go shopping again?"

"It's really not interesting, just withdraw."

Han Chunming just asked, the ghost market here will be held on time every Friday.

There really isn't anything good this time. I'll have to wait and see again next Friday.

When several people left the ghost market, it was not even half past nine in the evening. (End of chapter)