Transmigration Dimensions: The Master Cultivator Young Miss

Looking around, there are stalls next to each other, lined up on both sides of the street, pottery, bronze, porcelain, jade, wood... etc., ranging from large vases as large as half a person to small hand-string jade. Falling, everything that may appear in history is here. After special distressing, you can’t see the true or false on the stalls. If you want to buy genuine products from the piles of fakes, you must have enough luck in addition to extraordinary vision.

Because of the weather, the stalls were all set up early and closed when the sun got bigger, so although it was just after eight o'clock at this time, the street was already very lively.

So, I saw two cute little girls on the antique street, shuttled between a group of old men and uncles, suddenly forming a landscape.

Hua Shu looked at the stalls one by one, opening her right eye to glance at each stall, but after looking at several stalls, she didn't see an inspiring item, which made her wonder if it was genuine on the antique. Have aura?

Finally, after seeing more than a dozen items, two white-lighted objects attracted her attention.

The two items have a deep light and a lighter light. The dark one is a palm-sized silver phoenix pattern mirror. The silver color seems to be very new. At first glance, there is no sense of antiquities. And the other one with a lighter light is a folded peony pattern celadon rouge box. The rouge box is very clean. You can still see the old traces on the edge of the base, but the surface looks too smooth and shiny, but it is kind of The feeling of deliberately worn-out.

Hua Shu picked up the silver mirror and asked, "Boss, how do you sell this?"

"The little girl likes this mirror? Oh, it's so insightful, I tell you, this is an ancient mirror, and it is pure silver. Look at this fine texture, only big officials can use it." The boss doesn't mind the other party. He's a kid, anyway, he hasn't opened today, so it's time to pass the time, maybe he can sell it! "The little girl fits my eyes. I won't charge you a high price, just two hundred yuan."

"Two hundred? Why don't you grab someone?" Before Hua Shu spoke, Dong Chang called out first. No matter how she looked at it, she thought it was an ordinary mirror.

"How do you say this little girl? This is an antique. Two hundred yuan is already very cheap. Antique! Do you understand?" The stall owner immediately retorted. If he hadn't estimated that the child had a small amount of money, how could he just bid for two? hundred?

Hua Shu looked embarrassed and said, "The color is so bright, it must be a modern imitation, but I really think it looks good!"

Dong Chang pulled her up and persuaded: "This kind of mirror can be bought for five yuan. Wherever it costs two hundred, let's go!"

Hua Shu didn't leave. Instead, he picked up the rouge box and asked the price again: "Where is this rouge box?"

"This is three hundred, the price is not two." When Dong Chang said that, the stall owner was also a little impatient, and he seemed to ignore it.

"It's too expensive. I only have fifty yuan. How about giving me fifty yuan for this box and that mirror?" Hua Shu took out fifty yuan with a tangled face, looked at the money in his hand, and then looked at it. The rouge box and the silver mirror looked like a painful flesh.

"Fifty yuan, this..." The stall owner hesitated a little.

"Xiaoshu, do you really want to buy it?" Dong Chang obviously disagrees. She is quite familiar with Antique Street, so she knows that there are few genuine products on these stalls, and she feels that Hua Shu is a waste of money.