Funeral anchor: I have a building in Shanghai

Chapter 119

"Warming is over!"

"The show is about to begin."

Liu Li left Shoupingzhai, stretched, and said to the water friends in the live broadcast room.

at this time,

Unknowingly, the popularity of the live broadcast room has almost caught up with the usual funeral-related videos.
It's just less interesting than the first live broadcast of the funeral.

As soon as Liu Li's words came out, the live broadcast room immediately became restless:

[Van Erli is undoubtedly, the appraisal is complete. 】

[I thought it was the beginning, but I never thought it was the peak. 】

[Sour grapes in front, sister Liuli, once she gets out, she will earn 1300 times the profit, so why not accept it? 】

[I have already knelt down, don't say it's the "opening of the show", sister Liuli even said that the moon is square, I have to hesitate a bit. 】

[Hurry up, hurry up, I want to watch the leak, it's too exciting, Thai pants are hot...]

……

Liu Li chuckled, regardless of the water friends in the live broadcast room, squinted his eyes and began to look at the section of the street outside Shoupingzhai.

The level of excitement here is obviously higher than the section where she missed "Da Hei Shi", no wonder there are several shops nearby.

With the urination of "Baijia" people,
The rent of these shops is specified to be extremely expensive. If the business is not good, stop selling antiques and sell blood.

"Tsk~"

Liu Li glanced at it, and looked angrily, as if there was a steamer in front of him and the lid was lifted, all kinds of white steam were steaming, and there was a vast expanse.

... Leak, it really is not easy to pick up.

Liu Li pouted, a little disappointed.

It's not that she didn't see some value, it's just that the strands of different breaths mixed in the vast white air are all so inconspicuous, and the value is limited at first glance.

Even the value of Da Hei Pick can't compare.

Liu Li is already thinking about moving to other battlefields
at this time,

A scene not far away caught her attention.

"This is an old house I just bought. Everything is collected from the countryside. It's a good thing."

A short distance away, a little old man who was dusty and dusty was opening a blue bundle, spreading the bundle to the bottom of the cotton, and talking frothyly at the same time.

In front of him,

An old man with a bookish look, wearing a Chinese tunic suit and old-fashioned plate glasses, was listening to the stall owner with great interest.

"Hey, why does this sound familiar?"

Liu Li muttered.

By the way, he glanced at the live broadcast room.

[I'm not familiar with it, the word you missed before is similar. 】

[The one in front must have never been to the antique street. Nine out of ten people who set up stalls there say so. If you are serious, you should choose Shulefu. 】

[Wow, among Sister Liuli's fans, there are actually experts, the previous ones, have you picked up the leak? 】

[I really don't have this one. I also heard that there was an anchor who picked up the leak in the live broadcast. I really picked it up, so I came to take a look. 】

……

Liu Li didn't see any targets worth attacking anyway, so he simply wandered around while chatting in the live broadcast room:
"Have you seen the old man in front?"

"I don't look at people, and I don't need to listen to what he said. I mean his burden."

Liu Li purposely aimed the camera at the spread blue bundle.

burden?

What happened to the burden?
The fans in the live broadcast room just expressed their doubts,

The answer came out by itself.

Under Liu Li's lens,
The little old man opened the package directly on the ground, and after a little tidying up, a booth appeared.

"This is called Baozhai."

Liu Li approached, "It's an old tradition. People used to be so particular. Those who can open a shop and have a fixed booth are not ordinary people."

"Therefore, many people came to the ghost market with a burden on their backs. The backpack is it, and the stall is also it."

After Liu Li finished speaking, there was a lot of flattery in the live broadcast room. One vote complimented Sister Liu Li because she knew a lot.

Liu Li accepted everything according to the order, and didn't care about every word she just said. It was spontaneously, just now, that came out of her mind when she saw the blue package.

In Merry's eyes, everything is all-encompassing, not just limited to the antiques themselves.

At this moment, she was already getting close, and the conversation between the little old man who set up a stall and the bookish old man floated over clearly.

"Brother, you look like a scholar, the kind who has a stomach full of ink, unlike me, a rough person who doesn't know a lot of Chinese characters."

"It can't be called that. Before retiring, he was a Chinese teacher in Shanghai No. [-] Middle School."

"Let me just say, how do you say the old saying, scholars are angry, and those are gorgeous."

"What you said, shouldn't it be that you have a poetic spirit in your stomach?"

"That's right, that's right. Isn't that just being educated? Do you usually write big characters? Looking at an educated person like you, you must be able to write well with a brush, right?"

"Generally average."

"Then I have a good thing. I just received it. It should be destined to be with my old brother. If you take a look, it is said that it was brought by a scholar who went to the mountains and went to the countryside..."

The little old man looked left and right as he spoke, his eyes still swept over Liu Li, but he didn't care.

He took out a heavy rectangular object wrapped in cloth from his pocket, carefully placed it on the floor stand, and then uncovered the cloth layer by layer, revealing a simple inkstone inside.

"This is Duanyan!"

The little old man's voice was low, if Liu Li hadn't gotten a little closer, it wouldn't have been easy to hear him.

Before she could respond, the live broadcast room erupted.

[Duanyan?One of the legendary four famous inkstones?Liuli, hurry over, I want to see, I want to see. 】

[Tell me that I'm not alone, the stall owner's words are familiar again, what's the matter? 】

[I just came here, I don't know the situation, why doesn't the anchor come up?This stall has just been set up, and it hasn't been picked up yet, so there might be something good. 】

[It doesn't look like a fake, if this retired teacher is educated and can write with a brush, the stall owner wouldn't have taken out this treasure, you can rush! 】

[Is the one in front stupid?The atmosphere has been enhanced there. Even if the stall owner tells a dog that he can write in big characters, the dog will nod for the sake of face, okay? 】

[The retired Chinese teacher of the No. [-] Middle School in Shanghai was murdered. 】

[Who knows if it's real, the Chinese teacher of No. [-] High School in the Devil's City? In this ghost city of Jinshan, besides the money you spent, I don't know what else is real? 】

[Don’t believe the one above, that’s really the Chinese teacher of No. [-] Middle School. He used to randomly check the texts every day, and I trembled when I saw others...]

……

Liu Li neither listened to the netizen's rushing up nor left, and said with a smile:
"Duan inkstone, one of the four famous inkstones in China, is as famous as Tao inkstone, She inkstone, and Chengni inkstone. It was produced in Duanzhou in the early Tang Dynasty, so it is called Duan inkstone. It has a history of more than 300 years."

There is no doubt that every word above, every punctuation mark, just came out of Liu Li's mind when the stall owner mentioned the word "Duanyan", and the nature is similar to Baidu.

While she was talking, the retired teacher picked up the "Duan Inkstone" and rubbed it carefully on her hand, with a happy expression on her face. When the stall owner said "warm", he nodded and said "delicate", and he said "delicate". Answer "fine" and say "good texture", and he promises "press hand".

Liu Li glanced at Duanyan, moved her gaze up an inch, looked at the faint white air above it that looked like the last wisp of smoke from an extinguished cigarette, and shook her head slightly.

She glanced at the live broadcast screen again, and saw her Chinese teacher's "shuddering" barrage, the corners of her mouth curled up:
"Is the netizen who was shivering just now still here?"

"Do you have your teacher's contact information?"

"If there is, let's watch a show, and by the way, I will avenge you..."

(End of this chapter)