When the liar's words come true, I win

"If you want to understand history, don't just read random books. You have to read unofficial history. Anyway, I took a lot of effort to dig it out of the factory - from the soil. Do you want it? If you don't want it, don't ask more questions, or I will have to give you a lesson."

I knew that unofficial history was quite wild, but I didn't expect it to be this wild.

Shen Jia nodded. "Your piece doesn't look like it was dug out of the ground. It must have been pressed out by a machine in the factory. The opening in the middle is not evenly pressed and not polished. It cuts my hands a lot. It looks more like..."

A tile made of pressed stone powder commonly known as marble.

Before she could finish her words, the old man pushed the ring into her arms and said, "Stop talking, scan the code, ten dollars, take it!"

It was quick and decisive, as if he was afraid that if he was a second late, she would put it down and turn around and leave.

The speed was so fast that even A Tong couldn't seize the opportunity to earn ten points.

Shen Jia put it down directly, "I don't want it!"

The old man was anxious, "Nine dollars?"

"No, I'm here to practice bargaining. I'm going to be fooled and lose out on nine dollars because it's useless!"

"Well... take a look at the others. Is there anything you like? I'll sell it to you at a low price!"

The old man, eager to sell something, pointed to a pitch-black spoon and said, "How about this one? Pan Jinlian used this to feed Wu Dalang medicine!"

Seeing his serious expression, there was no possibility of him laughing.

Could it be that he believed what he said?

If Xie Huaijin wanted to, he would at least call him teacher on the spot.

Shen Jia picked up the spoon, turned to He Muzhou, blinked, and said affectionately: "Da Lang, take the medicine!"

He Muzhou resisted the urge to roll his eyes, took a deep breath, and said seriously: "My net height is 184.7CM."

"But in the official history, Dalang is also 1.8 meters tall."

Neither of them laughed. The stall owner couldn't help himself and even slapped his thigh. He waved his hand and said with a smile: "Forget it, girl, you can't use this. Uncle will recommend you something else."

He looked left and right at his stall owner, then pulled out a sword covered with green copper rust from behind.

"What do you think of this? It's a big sword made of copper coins. It can kill demons and evil spirits. It's very effective! You live in the mountains, right? There are many monsters in the mountains. You should have a sword to protect yourself."

No, you wouldn't do that just to sell something.

After reading so much unofficial history, don’t you know that after the founding of the People’s Republic of China, spirits are not allowed?

Shen Jia took the copper coin sword and said to He Muzhou beside him: "Look, there is a heavy sense of history coming towards you. Do you think it is from the Western Zhou Dynasty?"

He Muzhou said expressionlessly: "Last week."

The old stall owner grinned and said, "It's from the Shang and Zhou dynasties, passed down from generation to generation, and later a Taoist priest from Mount Mao remade these copper coins.

In the past, the Maoshan sect used it to subdue demons and monsters, and killed countless demons and monsters. It can be said that it made these monsters terrified.

If you buy it and put it at home, not only can it ward off evil spirits, even snakes, insects, rats and ants will be frightened by its power and dare not enter the house.

Look at the flower rope on it, it is soaked in black dog blood, and is woven with copper coins one by one using the ancient method, and the hilt is also dotted with cinnabar. Even if you don't look at its own value, just looking at the craftsmanship, no one can weave it like this now."

Shen Jia held the sword across the old man's body. "I think you are a good storyteller. How much?"

"280 million. You must have found it. You know, bronze artifacts are very old and worth a lot of money."

“80!”

"Pay your money!"

hiss!

There is a kind of regret called that the boss agreed to the first bargaining.

No, this needs to be cut again!

The old man pushed the sword to her and said, "This time you can't practice bargaining. Let's be friends. You ward off evil spirits and I'll open a market!"

"Okay, 40!"

"Okay! Pay right away!" The old man tapped his pipe and responded crisply.

Dry!

It’s still too loud!

In the end, Shen Jia reluctantly paid 40 yuan, put the big sword on his shoulder, and continued to wander around other stalls.

First, I spent 20 yuan to buy a flower vase from the Qianlong period from a stall owner named Qianlong.

It's not a deliberate repetition of words just to be cute or adorable.

It's a really pretty vase.

The aesthetic taste of Old Man Shiquan is indeed far different from that of his father, Uncle Si.

You can't blame them. After all, there is a trench every three years and a Mariana Trench every ten years.

I spent another 30 yuan to buy two bean green Ru kiln porcelains from a big brother, which he said were from the Northern Song Dynasty but were actually gifts. The key is that there is not even a chip on them.

After walking around for a long time, He Muzhou's elegant demeanor gradually wore away, or perhaps, he was succumbed to the influence of the vulgar atmosphere, especially with a reckless guy standing next to him.

The first time He Muzhou tried to bargain, it was for a bronze object the size of a palm.

A small carriage with a sedan chair behind it.

The horse bared its teeth and looked ugly. It also walked with its legs bent.

The coachman seemed to be living a very happy and wealthy life, but his head was almost as pointy as the Warrior of Light's, as if it was a lightning conductor that he had grown intentionally.

When I picked it up, my hands were covered with copper embroidery dust.

He Muzhou's eyes flashed with disdain, and he turned pitifully to look at Shen Jia, whose hands were also stained with copper embroidery powder, and asked in a low voice: "Do you have any tissues with you?"

Shen Jia reached out his hand and patted the stall owner on the shoulder, "Brother, how much are you selling?"

After saying that, she rubbed her clothes on his shoulder, then withdrew her hand and showed He Muzhou her almost clean hand.

He Muzhou still looked disgusted.

The stall owner didn't know if he didn't care or didn't notice. He didn't care about her little move at all. He just smiled and said, "Brother, I won't sell it. The item is 200 million."

If you don’t open a business for three years, it will take three generations to support you if you reopen it.

He Muzhou was about to speak when Shen Jia threatened to interrupt his casting: "Don't bluff me with your profession, don't interrupt my fun."

I could only change my words: "What dynasty is this thing from? How dare you sell it as if it were real?"

The eldest brother put the driver and the sedan chair on the bronze horse, and glared at him. "It's real, how can it be fake? Look carefully, it's from the Han Dynasty."

He Muzhou gently patted the dust off his palm and said casually: "You welded it yourself. 20."

The bronze ware that had just been displayed in the eldest brother's hand was immediately taken back by him.

The eldest brother leaned sideways, glanced at He Muzhou out of the corner of his eye, and shook his head, "No, you're just saying it's a 10% discount, you can't bargain like this."

He Muzhou stood up and said calmly: "It's not 20% off. It's just yuan!"

The eldest brother glared at him and said, "You are here to cause trouble, right?"

He Muzhou took Shen Jia's hand and said, "If you have a little artistic skills, your driver's hair should be rounder."

Shen Jia shook his hand but didn't break free. "If it gets any rounder, the antenna will be gone and we won't be able to receive any signals from the M78 nebula."

Seeing that the two were about to leave, the eldest brother quickly said, "Nonsense, have you ever seen the aliens in Sanxingdui? I sincerely want you to add some more."

Shen Jia turned his head and raised his eyebrows: "21."

"Sell you, take it!"

Seeing Shen Jia happily taking it, He Muzhou was really puzzled.

"It's outrageous enough that the copper coin sword can ward off evil spirits. What are you doing with this? It will only make you lose followers."

"I'll go back and get a fish tank and raise a carp. I'll use it as a landscaping material and let the fish feel the ancient atmosphere of the Shang and Zhou dynasties. What if it awakens its DNA and has a chance to turn into a dragon?"

He Muzhou: ...