"It's not bitter, it's very sweet! Look at your son, he's so obedient and is eating hard!"

"Haha! I'm jealous of him. I want to eat it too."

"Hate! Today's incident has made you embarrassed and thank you for your hard work."

"It's not hard, it's all what I should do. Are you in Beijin, what else should I do?"

"No, even if there is, I will go and deal with it myself when I am out of confinement!"

"Okay, we'll be back the day after tomorrow."

"I'll wait for you to come back."

Wang Lin called home again to ask about the situation.

Li Wenxiu said that everything in the family is safe and there is no need to worry about it.

Wang Lin came to Beijin this time and had another thing, which was to go shopping in the antique street with Yun Ruorou.

The first stop they arrived was Panjiayuan.

The Panjiayuan fresh goods market was formed in 1992. It gradually developed with the rise and activity of folk antique art transactions, and gradually grew into a large antique art market that spreads folk culture.

This is the most popular old-fashioned goods market in the country. The shops in the market open 365 days a year. Street stalls open every weekend. The daily passenger flow reaches 60,000 to 70,000, including nearly 10,000 foreign guests. Different skin colors and different

Languages, different classes, and different beliefs blend here...

Climbing the Great Wall, eating roast duck, traveling to the Forbidden City, and visiting Panjiayuan has become an important project for foreign tourists to travel to our country.

This market is the most comprehensive collection market in the country. The main items it operates include ancient furniture, four treasures of study, ancient books, calligraphy and paintings, old books, agate, jade, ceramics, Chinese and foreign coins, bamboo and wood bones withered, shadow puppet masks, Buddhist tokens, and ethnic clothing

Clothing, historical relics, etc.

The "tradition" of buying and selling old goods in Panjiayuan can be traced back to the late Qing Dynasty, when many declining nobles took their antiques from their homes to sell them. By the early 1990s, a market was spontaneously formed in Panjiayuan, and some local areas

Residents set up stalls on the side of the road and took out the porcelain, old furniture and other things at home to sell. Later, vendors from other places also came to visit.

After 1992, a fresh goods market gradually formed here, and in just a few years it developed into the country's largest antique and fresh goods distribution center, attracting a large number of Taobao users and tourists.

When Wang Lin and the others came, it was just the weekend, and there were thousands of street vendors on the roadside. The local area began to intervene in management, and soon they left the street and entered the market, and named it "Panjiayuan Fresh Goods Market".

Listening to Yun Ruorou's introduction as if he were familiar to him, Wang Lin had an intuitive understanding of this antique market.

Yun Xifeng smiled and said, "At four or five o'clock in the morning, merchants lined up like markets to catch up. Especially in winter, before dawn, the tricycles at the entrance of the garden had already stacked double-deckers."

Wang Lin smiled and said, "Old man, we are all laymen, we came here to stroll. Whether we can find treasures depends on your good eyesight."

Yun Xifeng said: "We can only rely on God's will! It depends on luck. Someone wanders around here every day, but they may not be able to find a leak. Someone rushed over thousands of miles away and picked up a leak at a glance.

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Yun Ruoju said: "I believe that Wang Lin is such a noble person!"

Wang Lin laughed and said, "If this is true, then I want to thank Miss Yun!"

The scene was filled with people, shoulder to shoulder, forming a torrent.

There are water sellers, food sellers, cloth bags, carts, tricycles, renters, halls, messengers, translators, bargains, and many of them.

Wang Lin discovered that there are many old booksellers here.

Many customers buy books here, regardless of writers or publishing houses, only count sacks and weigh weights; many vendors publish books here, regardless of price, look at the old and new, and only carry tricycles.

Here, there are long-standing merchants, temporary rental merchants; there are dealers with fixed venues, and guerrilla merchants who walk around the streets. Here, there are staggering old men and young children who babble;

The big-bellied man also has a slim lady; there are a lot of gold and a lot of money that can't make ends meet. Here, there are big books, and some villain books; there are classics like spring and snow, and there are vulgar people like Xialiba; there are thousands of books

It is difficult to get a set of things, and it is difficult to find a book for only children; there are new and brand-name top-quality products, and there are wrinkled antiques; there are strange and incomprehensible foreign characters, and there are Chinese fonts that are intertwined with horizontal, vertical, traditional and simple;

The close friends who use photos as bookmarks also have unconventional leftovers; there are the famous original writers’ calligraphy, and the boring graffiti of unknown juniors; there are the elegant gifts to give to others, and the thick ones used as footblocks; there are the ones that are in sight

The joy of the world also has the regret of the fact that the road has been completed.

Wang Lin was soon attracted by this unique french market.

He found a lot of books and bought them for only fifteen dollars, and he usually couldn't even buy one of them.

Yun Ruorou smiled with a pursed lips and said, "Mr. Wang, what's the point of buying such an old book for me? This kind of book is not an antique and is worthless."

Wang Lin said: "I know, but I have a problem. I like to buy books and want to buy good books when I see them."

Yun Ruojudo: "Can you finish reading so many books?"

Wang Lin said: "It's okay to read it all, keep it and read it slowly. You can't read the book, but you can't buy it!"

Yun Ruorou burst into laughter and said, "It's really interesting to listen to Mr. Wang."

Wang Lin laughed and handed the book to Uncle Zhong and asked him to take it to the car.

Yun Ruorou pointed to a street stall and said, "Mr. Wang, look over there, there is something good."

This stall is sold by merchants wearing ethnic costumes.

In Mandarin with a strong accent, they introduced Miao embroidery, Thangka, Hetian jade and other items to the guests.

Yun Ruorou pulled Wang Lin and squatted down in front of a stall.

"Mr. Wang, I'll ask you to pick up a hole!" Yun Ruorou came over and spoke softly in Wang Lin's ear.

Wang Lin's ears itched and he turned his head. Unexpectedly, the movements became larger, so Bo kissed her.

Yun Ruorou held her face and smiled shyly: "Mr. Wang, I'll just help you a little favor. You don't need to promise this serious, right?"

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Chapter completed!