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Chapter 142 Value

"I have read a lot of historical books over the years. The people don't know whether she did the right thing back then. Those who govern should know that I think now every person who governs hopes that another person like this will appear, stand up to the backbone of the Five Continents, and do not seek to gain completely free rule, but also seek to gain the right to speak."

"They have missed that opportunity."

Come all the way.

Others have mixed reviews of themselves.

"Who said no? Where are you going to next stop? There are a few cheap antique shops in front of you, and I recommend them to you."

"No, I'll go to the auction house."

"ah!"

The shopkeeper screamed.

Hold your own bell.

The shopkeeper packaged it for himself.

But this packaging is too cheap no matter how you look at it.

The value of this thing cannot be displayed.

Open the packaging box.

Thinking about how to find a packaging box for her.

"Oh, I didn't expect that the garbage from Tianyuan Kingdom could be collected a hundred years ago. You are cheated by someone else, little girl."

The boss selling fragrant powder slowly walked to Nanke.

“I bought it myself.”

Nan Ke pulled the bell.

This thing is more than just making money for her.

This bell records everything I experienced many years ago.

"All this kind of garbage is cleaned up by the current Hemang clan. No one wants it. You must have been deceived by some shopkeeper."

"I like this bell."

"Tsk tsk, it's hard to guess what everyone's mind is. I thought that only those in power like this kind of thing."

"Does the people in power like this kind of thing nowadays?"

Nan Ke stopped instantly.

"Yes, the royal family of Ningguo came to buy some swords from the Tianyuan royal family a hundred years ago. Hu seemed to have also been there. Anyway, leaders of major countries have all been here."

"Then why do you look down on this bell so much?" Nan Ke shook the bell in his hand.

"You are bells. What makes people respect the most a hundred years ago is their national strength. Those that can symbolize their national strength, such as weapons and some measurement scales, are what those in power pursue."

Nan Ke's eyes fell on the powder box behind the man.

"You sell fat."

"Oh, I mainly sell antiques, but my wife sells rouge and water powder. She has not been in good health these two days. I will help sell it when I rest at home. Girl, you look like a flower. To be honest, you can't use these gouache at all, but you can still use this pink."

As soon as the boss picked up the pink, he was picked up by Nan Ke.

"I don't want this pink, I want this wooden box."

"This is the box that contains powder, and there are traces of powder and smells inside. What do you want to use it to put it on?"

"I want to use it to load the bell."

Put the bell into the powder box, a poignant and real story is revealed in my mind.

I sold the powder box with the shopkeeper for five taels.

Take your baby toward Xuanyue Tower.

There are more and more pedestrians along the way.

A towering building appeared before my eyes.

The red brick wall makes people feel extremely moved.

Step into the round arch.

Entering the arch, the noise finally came again.

Unlike the noise from vendors in the town.

None of the stall owners here are selling their own goods, just like the ones outside.

The difference is that a row of small stools are placed in front of each stall, and buyers sit in front of the stall and bid separately.

The higher the price will be.

If the price is not high, it will not be available.

I didn’t expect that the first layer was the auction mode.

Treasure carriers can enter the second floor.

Nan Ke listened to the quotations on the first floor. Although one or two thousand taels were considered high, he only had one thing on hand.

If you sell it on this floor like this, one or two thousand taels will not be of much use to you.

If you get the money out so quickly on the first floor, it will not help you to go to the second floor.

And if you can’t buy any good things on the first floor, you can continue to sell them up on the second floor.

I can only go to the second floor to get to the ten thousand liang area and try my luck and get some funds.

He carried his own things and walked to the second floor.

Prosecutor on the second floor.

Take the incense box from Nan Ke’s hand.

When I opened the incense box, a smell of powder came to my face.

With it comes the extremely faint smell of rust.

Shake the bell twice.

"A brief introduction to the treasure."

"A hundred years ago, every household in Tianyuan had bells, and hung them at the door. When the soldiers who went out to fight in the distance returned, the cavalry stepped across the gate of the imperial city, causing the sound of the wind, and the bells would ring. However, Tianyuan's last battle was extremely tragic. Countless war horses in the distance returned, but did not bring the soldiers back. The lady hid the bell in her dressing box. The non-sounding bell means that the person she was thinking about was still on the way back."

Nan Ke finished the story in one breath.

She thought that those daughters who had not waited for the person in their hearts thought so at that time.

At this moment, my heart couldn't help but feel ache.

Because of her actions, she took away many daughters' dreams.

"Your story is so miserable, but this thing has no substantial value."

"Everything in this building has substantial value. What matters the antique is not its craft or its historical value." Nan Ke spread out the small box. "I just want to find a place to tell stories and find someone who can accept this story."

Nan Ke's eyes were filled with melancholy.

Looking at her eyes, the prosecutor on the second floor was touched.

Her eyes seemed to be like people who had experienced that era.

A tenderness is like water, completely destroyed by the times.

"For you, Booth No. 17, your story has attracted me, but it is not my responsibility to attract those buyers."

"Thank you."

"The booth time is one hour, and there will be someone else to take over you at the time of the day."

Nan Ke was taken to the designated place by the servant who ran away from the hall.

An arrow shot at the platform.

Nan Ke took a step back instinctively.

The arrow exploded on the stage and became a fog.

And in the fog, the introduction of my bell gradually emerged.

“There is also such an operation.”

Holding his treasure, he strode towards the booth.

The platform next door had just ended, and a group of people who had not taken pictures of the treasure instinctively looked at the treasure just opened next door.

"This kind of bell actually makes no sense. If I want to buy it, I can wholesale a lot of them."

"How did this ordinary old antique come into this booth?"

Nan Ke took out an incense box from his pocket.

"If you need auxiliary tools, there are them in the clouds." The servant patiently reminded him. "As long as you have something in your mind, what will come out, but after the exhibition is over, you must return it."
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